Pitando Una Tonada De Orgullo (Whistling A Tune Of Pride)

Come to think of it, a lot happened my freshman year of college.

Not only did I write the first draft of what was to become The Gene Pull, I grew more socially (oddly enough with all the writing I had been doing) and became ten times, no, one hundred times, more comfortable in my own skin as an openly gay student — which is something I never felt I could do in high school (although, looking back I realize that I had nothing to be afraid about).

Most importantly, it was as a college freshman during  finals week — during a heightened period of emotional stress (X-Men reference!) — that I developed the ability to whistle. Loudly. Constantly.

It’s a big deal because I never could growing up. It sucked, not being able to do what most other kids could do. Especially when mi Mami was a pro whistler. Using her two fingers and tongue (and lungs), she could emit a sound so earsplitting, so powerful, that I’d be able to hear her call from miles away. That was also how she cheered me on during soccer games.Smiley-whistling

I miss that.

At least maybe now that I have my own whistling ability, I too can cheer on my future kids during soccer games or whatever other types of extracurricular they decide to engage in. I’ll be supportive of whatever. That’ll be awhile from now, though. So what do I do with my whistling powers now? I communicate with birds! Or at least try to. Sometimes I’m successful, sometimes I’m not. My powers are “unpredictable,” as they say.

That brings me to the main reason I started writing this post in the first place — to feature a handful of videos I made on my free time shortly after developing the “gift.” Yes, I was that excited. So much so that most, if not all, of my videos came out a little ridiculous. I’m a little reluctant to show them, but what the hell? Secrets are no fun unless you share them with everyone. No more hiding. Words that I live by every single day since coming out, to the point where I’m often “TMIed.” If that can be used as a verb.

But I digress! As I was saying, it’s a series. Kind of. Called “The Bird Whispering Chronicles.” Again, I must stress that I was very excited about suddenly learning how to whistle. Excitement makes people do crazy things. Like love does. Kind of. Why do I keep saying kind of?

I actually made a new video yesterday, the ninth episode of the series (titled The Revival since it has been a whole year!), for a friend who recently watched the previous eight episodes and demanded more! I made sure to mention The Gene Pull at the end. ^^

Check them out here! But at your own risk. The fact I only have one subscriber on YouTube should tell you something… 😛


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