An Angel Flying too Close to the Ground

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.

'don't forget who's taken you home & who will again, and again, and again.'

‘don’t forget who’s taken you home & who will again, and again, and again.’

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

Doggin is Swingin is Bi-curious is what?

Home Is Where the Hate Is

Home Is Where the Hate Is (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Things I don’t understand…

Poster for the film Swingers

Poster for the film Swingers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What is a swinger called a swinger?
Back in the old, old, old days…swingers were found at swing clubs…Good to know. These coupled persons agreed that sex was sex was sex and continued on swinging from protruding limb to protruding limb.
Swingers are out however Dogging is in. Now you have Swingers taking their sexual triumphs out of the secluded private bedroom and onto the street.  Dogging is a form of out in the open for the world at large to see, public displays of sex.
Swingers are generally heterosexual! But from the looks of things…they are willing to walk a long and sexual mile to give a stranger a smile.
Of note, men called Paul and women called Catherine are the people most likely to swap sexual partners, a poll suggests. Good to note. My sister’s middle name is Catherine…I wonder if that has any deeper meaning than the obvious.

 

Is there really such a thing as bi-curious?
The term bi-curious implies that the individual has either no or limited homosexual experience in the case of “heterosexual” individuals or no or limited heterosexual experience in the case of “homosexuals”, but may continue to self-identify as bi-curious if they do not feel they have adequately explored these feelings.
This seems like a bunch of bullshit to me. However, I feel better knowing the term is being phased out by the young adults of this god forsaken land.
We are no longer to refer to someone as ‘oh, that’s just Paul…he’s no longer a swinger or a dogger…he’s bi-curious!’
If we are as politically correct as mandated by the laws of social media; proper identification is required.  So yet a new and improved term from a not so new and improved generation:
‘Paul…no, he’s not gay or bi-curious or a swinger or a dogger. He is heteroflexible.’
Again, sounds silly. And, heterosexual sounds like a very difficult yoga position.

What is a lesbian tendency?
Lesbian tendency? WTF? I never understood this.

I have a tendency for the following:
1. Using my right hand while I give someone the bird.
2. Chewing my tongue when I concentrate
3. Walking the dog when he has to go the bathroom
Tendency in its true definition means to lean towards one particular characteristic. Wouldn’t Lesbians and their tendency…just qualify as, Lesbian?
Again, strange and hard to figure out these fascinating labels and terms of injustice.
New and Avant-garde term for a woman with lesbian tendencies-

She is a twatter!!!

…Really, you don’t say?

For that matter, what truly defines, A-sexual?
Finally, we get to the clincher. The most absurd and abstract and abnormally fun term I have ever heard. And, still one I don’t quite grasp with my blonde TENDENCIES!
Asexuality is a sexual orientation that describes individuals who do not experience sexual attraction towards the opposite sex.
This new old not sexual but really is, term,  has somehow made reappearance this century due to online chat rooms, online communities and blogs.
After exhaustive research, I’ve come to realize what I kind of knew all along. Those persons suspected of being A-Sexual take themselves far too seriously and need to get laid!

***Food for thought…why does Windows continue to upgrade on my computer. I don’t want it to. I postpone the joy as much as I can. Yet, it eventually happens. Possibly a conspiracy?

Laugh while You’re Bleeding

Woman in Mind

So it is true that the human condition…which indeed should be a plural for we have many maintained by mayhem and maladies maladjusted disorders.
We all want things we can’t have.
Young wish to grow older. The older wish to be younger. Those who are shy wish to indulge just once. Those who are jaded continue to yearn for their innocence back.
A question to pose?
If you do not try something at least once…how is it that you know it is something you do not want?
I knew I was gay from the get go. As soon as my dreams filled with Wonder Woman and I aspired to be a Charlie’s Angel…or at least, bed one down, the curtain had gone down on any lingering thoughts of heterosexuality.
Yet, try as I may, I endured several heterosexual relationships. Mostly due to the fact that the only good drug dealers around happened to be men…other than one very hair woman with sideburns named Fay.
I batted for the other team and came up with many men scratching their heads and striking out. But I tried!
So, now I know, this is really not what I want. I prefer an INSY not an OUTSY.
I lived, I learned, I listened and I went after something I didn’t have.
Some call it shameful. Many believe it to distort my truth. However, the most honest people I know have given their unanswered questions a go around. And, learned we all deserve to take the chances we see.

She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she’s always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she’ll never believe
And she’ll take what you give her as long as it’s free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she’s always a woman to me

[Chorus:]
Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

She will promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she’ll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you’re bleedin’
But she’ll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she’s always a woman to me

life only hurts when you land not when you fall

life only hurts when you land not when you fall

Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

She is frequently kind
And she’s suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She’s nobody’s fool
But she can’t be convicted
She’s earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she’s always a woman to me

the Tradition Marriage Museum…Not!

 

if a homosexual lies down with a tree...in turn does the tree get put to death

if a homosexual lies down with a tree…in turn does the tree get put to death

The National Marriage Organization

Welcome to our new organization promoting traditional marriage! Here are five short videos explaining our beliefs. Start with whatever topic you like most.

Here is a wonderfully autonomous list of choices in case your a homophobic homosexual and/or speared by your own identity confusion heterosexual:

1.Defining tradition marriage…

Basically, this little video fills us all in on the right and wrong positions to take in and out of the bedroom.

2.You are already equal, in other words, everyone has equal opportunity to do as we say not as we do.

3. Leviticus!  And, of course, the moral majority‘s take on what the bible is really saying.

If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death.

There were two other very important statements about how to STRAIGHTEN ourselves out but I got bored.

 

Okay, now, Ambien Grace has laid down with a married women+ mother is homophobic= threat to disown and dress said child in traditional ‘female’ cloth.  Pink, polyester and other unnatural fabrics.

Married woman + Dumbed Down 23 year old= in many countries-death by stone.

Uganda+ homosexuality= death no matter if you happened to be next to a homo or sharing a bus seat with them.  In that neck of the woods, your best bet is to be seen reading Leviticus over and over and over again, whilst, professing abstinence from any and all objects that protrude.

I have lied down with many things…dogs, cats, my Higher Power, my mother and on rare occasions, the earth.  I wonder what Jesus thinks of all this?  The government in the shitter because it cannot get out of it’s own immoral way to make sound moral decisions.

The closeted homosexuals who live in fear of loss of job and/or loss of faith.  And, what of the many, educated and playing around with the idea of being politically correct; are not those persons just as impure as the thoughts that cross my mind?

My grand nephews are of mixed and melted blood.  The are what many would call, coffee with light cream.  Adorable and playful.  Innocent and full of questions.  Do you suppose they too are corrupted simply by the shameful uniqueness of their skin?

do you think he knows that one chair is different from the other & does he really care?

do you think he knows that one chair is different from the other & does he really care?

I don’t know I suppose we are all evil and corruptible.  Even the bible tells us so!

It’s a Jungle Out There

Have a very fruitful day

Have a very fruitful day

What next? Should we put a child proof cap on life? In a matter of just one hour this is what the world brought me:
A caution stamp on my coffee cup.
A do not remove tag on my pillow of comfort.
Please dispose of feminine objects in the receptacle provided.
A shield of woe across my razor.
Cotton pickin’ balls all through my medicine cabinet.
Cigarettes cause cancer etched in the palm of my hand.
Warning this drink has been know to cause obesity amongst most Americans.
Leaflets galore amongst the pills so few…may cause depression, diabetes, blindness and death.
If you need an injury lawyer, blah, blah, blah, between the morning forecost of global warming and tips on how to communicate with your spouse.
Sense when did we become so founded in dumbness that walking the dog can cause severe allergic reactions to life?

it’s a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning

… human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers
took us out of the oven a little too early. And that’s the
reason we’re as crazy as we are and I believe it.”

“Take for example when you go to the movies these days, you know.
They try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered
down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I don’t want it.
I don’t want that much organization in my life.
I don’t want other people thinking for me.
I want my Junior Mints. Where did the Junior Mints go in the
movies. I don’t want a 12 lb. Nestle‘s crunch for 25 dollars. I
want Junior Mints.”

“We need more fruitcakes in this world and less bakers!
We need people that care! I’m mad as hell! And I don’t want to
take it anymore!”

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin’ naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in California where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides
They’ve got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontosaurs, chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret’s in the crust

“Speakin’ of fruitcakes, how ’bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work.”

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost its cone shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

“Religion! Religion! Oh, there’s a thin line between Saturday
night and Sunday morning. Here we go now.
Alright, altar boys.”

Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa

Where’s the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god’s honest truth is it’s not that simple
It’s the Buddhist in you, it’s the Pagan in me
It’s the Muslim in him, she’s Catholic ain’t she?
It’s the born again look its the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what’s goin on, I ain’t gotta clue

“Now here comes the big ones. Relationships! We all got ‘em, we
all want ‘em. What do we do with ‘em?
Here we go, I’ll tell ya.”

She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That’s the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin’ bug

“The future. Captain’s log, stardate two thousand and something.”

We’re seven years from the millenium
That’s a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL
Now don’t look that abstract
So I’ll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Jah lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day