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Five years ago…to the date, I had purposefully forgotten my other self. The asshole. The epitome of womanizer. The image of decadent lesbian lust erased from my mind; I bent down on one knee. Practice makes perfect, so I’ve heard.
I hit the remote and played, a sultry Nora Jones tune, Turn Me On. Over and over and over I got up knelt, got up and knelt again. Within a matter of minutes I knew what six years in the waiting had meant. Finally, someone had taken my sandpaper attitude, rubbed it down. A lisp in the night made my distortions of happiness seem realistic. An ‘angel flying too close to the ground‘ managed to see that not all assholes are complete and not all complete assholes should go it alone. I suppose two wrongs do make a right.
An hour later, as the old Volvo banged and thumped it’s way into a two car garage that my partner had insisted on making a three car garage, I had misplaced my cue. Forgotten my lines. And, led myself to belief I could be a better person as long as I had my lover by my side.
We managed to make love to Nora about three times over. Thank Christ for repeat.
The only true vow exchanged? No for better or for worse for that should be a given.
Traditionally marriage and I never clicked. Traditionally our marriage is not.
See this is what I don’t get about anti-gay rights and their sign slinging hypocritical sayings, It’s Adam and Eve…Not Adam and Steve. Marriage is between a Man and a Woman.
Love is love is love. It runs through fidelity, infidelity, character bias, sickness, slander and comes full circle back to trying to just get it right.
Tonight, after a ‘Date Night‘ I held my spouse’s hand in a vacant parking lot. Pulled her close and danced to the music of the stars.
A horrible sight for the movie goers, a wonderful sensation, as I sang, save the last dance for me!’
Traditional Marriage: an intimate or close union
The union of painting and poetry. The collaboration of Ying and Yang.
Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a light bulb in a dark room
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart it’s been so dark
Since you’ve been gone
After all you’re the one who turns me off
You’re the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me on







