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Feb 13, 2010, 10:01 AM
Lots of folks claim to be experts or highly educated. I really don't
mind them so much. Many times, I feel like a three piece tuxedo must
be worn constantly so as to avoid appearing under dressed for these
folk.
Some of these penguin types spout all sorts of hilarious things, too.
One group will tell you a guy is queer because he was born that way.
Another tells you she's a dyke because her father molested her. And
those who want to be free to be the opposite gender, well these groups
really can't answer for too easily.
I am a pretty simple person. I know what I know and to hell with the
rest. If I'm found ignorant on something, yes, I do try learning more
about it. That means I'm not stupid because stupid folks won't bother
learning. I have always been one to learn, and always a bisexual man.
In the conclusion of it I've adopted, nature versus nurture doesn't
matter. You are who you are and that's all there is to it. Don't let
someone pour their shit down your throat and try to make you, them.
That ain't correct by no account, and yes ain't is a word, look it up.
And while there look up the Scottish term "by damn!"
It is by damn I come here today. The damn actually has turned out as a
blessing. Thank you Drew. :) In my neck of the woods, if you stand up
and say "hey, I'm a little queer", you might get strung up in a tree.
There's places like Anytown Smalltown, USA all over so, I know lots of
folks will understand the kind of fear that gnaws at you.
"Well by damn!"
I have on this site a means to communicate with someone loved. He is
very dear to me. I miss him like mad at this point in time. I don't
quite get all he says about things being better or alright. But I do get
him when he says he loves me, has faith in me.
I don't agree with him that we should remain locked away in a dank
cellar somewhere, merely to appease others. But I do understand why we
need to be polite. Yes, I can be polite. Don't make me wear a monkey
suit though, it just clashes with the roughed country boy. Here we can
let go and swing that cellar door wide open.
Here you go honey.
If you were here no sleep would be had. You would be lost in me and me
in you.
If I were there you'd have supper of an evening. I would tuck you in
and keep you safe in my arms.
If we were together, nothing else would be of consequence.
If you were here, I would tremble like a wind blown leaf.
If I was there, you would hold me and say everything is fine.
If, all of these ifs, and it's here and now!
I love you, my husband. Yes, I can say it. Yes, I can say it in
public. I just did. The fools might try hunting me down. They likely
could. Do I care? No. I love you still.
So, by damn, you have a blessed Valentine's day. You're loved more
than you know. My wife says you need to come visit, soon. It breaks
her heart to see me missing you. And yes, I love her as well.
I know you both love me. Sometimes I do have something needing said.
Sometimes, you do need a handy rooftop and bullhorn. It helps you
focus on the message, knowing it may be the last. Love coming through!
mind them so much. Many times, I feel like a three piece tuxedo must
be worn constantly so as to avoid appearing under dressed for these
folk.
Some of these penguin types spout all sorts of hilarious things, too.
One group will tell you a guy is queer because he was born that way.
Another tells you she's a dyke because her father molested her. And
those who want to be free to be the opposite gender, well these groups
really can't answer for too easily.
I am a pretty simple person. I know what I know and to hell with the
rest. If I'm found ignorant on something, yes, I do try learning more
about it. That means I'm not stupid because stupid folks won't bother
learning. I have always been one to learn, and always a bisexual man.
In the conclusion of it I've adopted, nature versus nurture doesn't
matter. You are who you are and that's all there is to it. Don't let
someone pour their shit down your throat and try to make you, them.
That ain't correct by no account, and yes ain't is a word, look it up.
And while there look up the Scottish term "by damn!"
It is by damn I come here today. The damn actually has turned out as a
blessing. Thank you Drew. :) In my neck of the woods, if you stand up
and say "hey, I'm a little queer", you might get strung up in a tree.
There's places like Anytown Smalltown, USA all over so, I know lots of
folks will understand the kind of fear that gnaws at you.
"Well by damn!"
I have on this site a means to communicate with someone loved. He is
very dear to me. I miss him like mad at this point in time. I don't
quite get all he says about things being better or alright. But I do get
him when he says he loves me, has faith in me.
I don't agree with him that we should remain locked away in a dank
cellar somewhere, merely to appease others. But I do understand why we
need to be polite. Yes, I can be polite. Don't make me wear a monkey
suit though, it just clashes with the roughed country boy. Here we can
let go and swing that cellar door wide open.
Here you go honey.
If you were here no sleep would be had. You would be lost in me and me
in you.
If I were there you'd have supper of an evening. I would tuck you in
and keep you safe in my arms.
If we were together, nothing else would be of consequence.
If you were here, I would tremble like a wind blown leaf.
If I was there, you would hold me and say everything is fine.
If, all of these ifs, and it's here and now!
I love you, my husband. Yes, I can say it. Yes, I can say it in
public. I just did. The fools might try hunting me down. They likely
could. Do I care? No. I love you still.
So, by damn, you have a blessed Valentine's day. You're loved more
than you know. My wife says you need to come visit, soon. It breaks
her heart to see me missing you. And yes, I love her as well.
I know you both love me. Sometimes I do have something needing said.
Sometimes, you do need a handy rooftop and bullhorn. It helps you
focus on the message, knowing it may be the last. Love coming through!