Basics
Name: BartAge: 22
Boyfriended: yes
Hee: hee
Born: Poland
Hometown: Syracuse, NY
Home: Brooklyn, NY
Heart: NYC
Movies
Gattaca, Girl, Interrupted, Japanese Story, Donnie Darko, Solaris, Far From Heaven, Rules of Attraction, Vanilla Sky, Amelie, Superman I+IIMusicians
Björk, Radiohead, Peaches, Sigur Rós, Moby, Madonna, Massive Attack, Rufus Wainwright, Beck, The Beta Band, Turin Brakes, Air, The Smashing Pumpkins, Badly Drawn Boy, GarbageShows
Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, Lost, Desperate Housewives, 24, Six Feet Under, Sex and the City, SeinfeldFoods
Juicy buns, yogurt (mmm...), blueberry pierogies, bubble teaNow
I am very happily in a relationship (going on two and a half years now) with a sweet, caring person I affectonately call dumpling, dump, dumpy, crinkle, crinky, and many other things. We live separately in different parts of Queens, NY (Astoria for me, Elmhurst for him), but recently adopted a miniature American Eskimo puppy named Miki, who is the cutest thing in the whole wide world. They, along with my full-time job at a graphics design studio, are the main reason why this site doesn't get updated as often as I'd like it to be.
Before
I started this journal just before I began to come out, so much of the writing you'll find archived here is about me talking through each step along the way. My first coming outs to myself, to friends, and to parents (uhh... parents) and then my first relationship.
The Spring before I abroaded in Paris, I went to Florence which was a weird introspective period for me. I didn't have any friends in Florence and my shyness didn't help the fact that I was desperate to start a relationship/something to put a face to everything I was going through. After all, I had to be doing all this for someone if it wasn't for just myself.
Beginning
I was born in Sosnowiec, Poland. When I was four and a half years old, my family moved from Poland to Greece and then finally to the suburbs of Syracuse, New York when I was six. My parents, like many people who come to the United States, wanted a better life for their kids rather than raising them in a communist country like they had been.
My older brother moved with us, but he died when I was a senior in high school in Fall of 1999. That definitely affected a lot of things in my life - probably more than I let on sometimes. It changed outlooks, relationships, family. Everything. My parents aren't the same people. I'm not the same person. I guess I also spend a lot of time thinking about the "what ifs" in that, wondering how things would be different if he was still here. I'm now my parent's only child; the only thing they have to show for all the crap we went through to come to this country. No pressure...
