Geeked.

I am ridiculously excited about the upcoming debut of my gay black entertainment/lifestyle blog ClaysAnatomy.com. It is so important to me to have a personal connection with all my content & the (gay/black) community that I'm literally making this for. It's like a personal extension of myself; I've been putting tons of effort into creating a one-of-a-kind blog that could consistently be relevant & fresh in an endless sea of gay cyber space. My goal is to not only produce exclusive and high quality content of my own but also to shine a spotlight on other black gay blogs/websites and the minds behind them.

I wish I could be more specific about all the epic content coming to ClaysAnatomy.com but much of it is still being deliberately developed. However, I'll be posting new updates regarding the debut as often as I can via this website.

Special thanks to Kiore, Nick, X, and all my twitter fam (@imluckyru, @chrisalexander_, @IFUSEEKD3RRICK, @KarlitoP, @SupermanForever, @JWrites4Life) who've been showing me so much support; You guys are the greatest!

xoxo,

Clay

Validated.

Shut up;

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So I've decided I'm going to be famous. For what? TBD. But who cares really? You can famous for anything now a days. We're all affected by fame and what gets you somehow, whether you'd like to admit it or not. It's part of generation Y's genetic code now. However, it's not the point of this blog.

I got another celeb tweet today; This one is slightly bigger than the last. I omg'd pretty hard; I won't front. Guess who it was?




Yassssssssssssssssssssss.

I know right?

Okay, I'm bout to smoke; which I've realized doesn't go hand in with blogging so it's later for now.

Useless.

I came to the conclusion today that I, well;

I kinda suck. At everything.

Half of you who read this will consider this an exaggeration or a product of me being over dramatic. You'd be shocked (and possibly depressed) by how true that statement is. I've spent a huge portion of the day trying to think of things I could be amazing at. Cooking, team sports (team anything, really), math, remembering dates and birthdays, writing music, Yoga; Easier to name things I fail miserably at than to think up potential things I could be great at.

:If you can't be used, you're useless." Kanye West

I keep telling myself there's got to be something; Some hidden, marketable, innate talent that's just waiting to be discovered. The single route to greatness is through self exploration. (Omg. I'm on some Gandhi type shit tonight/this morning.)

I refuse to give up to the idea that I'll remain this lost in the dark forever. I'm telling you I'm the best at something.

You'll be the first to know when I find out what that something is.