Sunday, April 27, 2008

2 Days

In two days now I am going to see my love again. I don't know why we can't seem to get our timing right but we are both having 'Aunt Flo', visit. I love that antiquated term, it always makes me laugh when I hear it. Aunt Flo, is just one of the many slang terms used for that "time of the month". I am so thankful that when I missed out on the usage of the term "on the Rag." Period is ok, but it reminds me of the end of a sentence. "The curse" sounds like a bad B horror movie. Then there is the "monthly visitor" who stays on for days.

Why is it that something for women that use to be revered and celebrated showing her as a part of the Goddess is now derogatory. It use to not be that way. This was a sign of fertility and from her point of view we should be celebrating this monthly cycle. However, in the male dominated society this is an evil shameful thing. But this is not what I was going to write about.

My lover and I are meeting again in 2 days. I started my visit with Aunt Flo on Saturday, and her Aunt Flo showed up today. How is it that we can live about a thousand miles apart and be on the same cycle? Can you all hear us screaming in frustration, but at least we have other options.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Secret Desire

It is just a about 10 days until I get to see Blue again, and I realize that I am having problems with my thoughts. It is not that I don't want to see her, or that I do not love her anymore. It is how I am thinking of her. She is my girlfriend and I want to think of her as my wife. This is not a new development it is just something that is getting stronger and stronger. I love her and I want to be with her forever. I know that sounds High Schoolish, but right now that is the way that I feel.

I want to tell her that and I know that I gave her the link to this site. I don't know if she reads it or not. We are not the same person and we have our own diffrences. For that I love her, that she loves me for me even when I am in the mood to listen to 99 Dead Baboons or Dirty Deeds Done With Sheep.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Gay bar and Me

This Tuesday I went to my first gay bar. I did not go looking for love or a roll in the hay. I went to see what is was all about and what they had to offer. I went butched up, as I felt more confident that way. Jeans, black t-shirt, white unbuttoned dress shirt, and my leather bomber jacket. I went with a friend I use to work with she went for the Karaoke.

We were carded upon entering and the place looked like a "normal" bar. Stage, dance floor and booze. I was drinking double shots of tequila, H was drinking some fruity thing. We talked and looked around and listened to some good and some bad singers. At about 1am when the place started to empty out a dyke came up to me and we danced to a song. Now I have told Honey all about this so don't worry she knows. The girl was not a bad dancer, however she was so drunk she could hardly talk and she was a smoker. Thank Goddess, it was only one dance. All the spinning was making me dizzy and not from the tequila. H got me something to drink called a cherry bomb. Turns out that had Red Bull in it and after several weeks of High Fructose Corn Syrup free, all that sugar made me ill.

Yes, I know it was the HFCS. I developed shakes, then later that night diarrhea. A Dr. I know said that if you are not use to eating HFCS when you have some again it does give you loose stools. That is good to know if I ever get constipated. Just have a soda and clear it all up.

Just about two weeks until I see Honey again and boy do I have plans for that. No, you can use your own imagination on that.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Boring, the Kid and blood

I really don't have much to say this week. It has been one that is just there. Nothing exciting happened. There was one unusual thing that did take place on Thursday I came home and slept for 12 hours if not more. I was not the only one who was exhausted that night. Honey went to bed early and she never does that. Our friend NJ was exhausted as well. For that to all occur on the same day is strange but I think we all needed the sleep.

Next weeks planes to be a bit more exciting. I am going out to a bar, and it is spring break that week so I get to listen to the boy start whining about being bored on Monday. He is old enough to get a job but I would like him to wait until the summer as all working adults know once you start it is work, work and more work.

He is looking at what he wants to do in the future and I am proud of him for that. I know that he wants an office job and I understand that. I also know that he understands that I am not financially able to send him to a college. So he is looking into apprenticeships in the construction industry so he can earn a descent wage and still attend a college. Go Kid.

I do have one exciting thing to talk about. I did not see it I heard about it. At work yesterday I was in the bowels of hell, I also picked the wrong time to go to lunch. Someone was dropped off at our door. With the jugular artery slit. There was much running about and blood. Why do I miss all the excitement? I do feel bad of the person that this happened to, and I know that they are ok for now. It is not the blood that is exciting it is the learning of how to care for an injury like that. That I missed out on.