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Radical Thoughts Post-Supreme Court Gay Marriage Equality Hearing

Thursday, April 30th, 2015

It’s a confusing time lately, isn’t it? Between riots, proving or disproving global warming, electronic piracy, cyber-attacks, political e-mail scandals, politicians getting outed on Grindr, ISIS, Iraq, the roads in Michigan, the drought in California, earthquakes, and gay marriage, we’re being bombarded and sent into sensory overload. We almost have to be selective in what we’re going to care about from one day to the next because there’s no way we can tackle it all. I tend to be a fairly simplistic person and I base things on what impacts my life at this particular moment before I can go on to something else. That’s why I was paying attention to what was presented to the Supreme Court this week regarding gay marriage.

Enema: The Awkward Conversation Topic To Have With Mom

Monday, April 27th, 2015

There are just some conversations I never expected to have with my parents, especially my mother. I can now technically say anything I want to my father and he’ll forget about it in less than a minute, but that takes the fun out of it, doesn’t it? And I say a lot to you folks, too. Sometimes it makes some of you uncomfortable, especially when I discuss what’s going on with my father and what he’s experiencing with the Alzheimer’s. I won’t apologize for that, though. I’m not trying to demean my father, I’m not speaking ill of him, but I am talking about what the disease is doing to him because he’s not alone. So, you’re invited to continue that journey with me through these posts or you can wait and see what I write in the next one if it’s non-Alzheimer’s-related.

Stupid Is As Stupid Does, Plus the Gay Dinosaur Agenda

Thursday, April 23rd, 2015

I sat down in the office to write this blog post yesterday morning, looked out the window, and saw a couple of snowflakes coming down. It’s April. I’m sure a straight Republican is responsible for the weather as punishment for voting Obama in for a second term. My little brother’s sister just had her first child a couple of weeks ago after years of trying to get pregnant. I’m sure what happened is she heard Sarah Palin and/or Michelle Bachman open their mouths and it scared her eggs from being impregnated. Because it’s logical and that’s how life works, right? See, if I say utter bullshit like this—and it is bullshit—people say “Huh???”, but when someone else says stupid shit, it gets media attention.

Take The D Out Of Davis…And…Well, You Get A Car Rental Company

Monday, April 20th, 2015

I’ve had conversations about music with authors over the years and, typically, we either love listening to it while we write or we’re completely incapable of it because it just distracts us. I happen to be one who LOVES listening to music when I write because I can always find something to help set the mood for what I’m working on or find myself inspired by something I’m listening to. For me, music can be a color, a temperature, a location, an emotion, and/or a destination. The end of A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to My Sexual Orientation was written to Suddenly Last Summer by The Motels. Now imagine after years of being inspired by artists, actually getting to see some of them not only play live, but play the songs you wrote to. Welcome to why I took a short trip to NYC last week.

The Weepy Mother’s Club, But Not Really

Thursday, April 16th, 2015

Prior to speaking at the PFLAG meeting last Sunday, I had the chance to sit through the first part of their meeting and then take part in a group session. What goes on during a group session and what’s said there is meant to stay there. So while I have zero intentions of breaking that rule with any specifics or naming names, I do have to say that I was fascinated with several of the conversations revolving around how parents reacted to how a child of theirs came out as gay or lesbian. They joked about it afterwards and wondered if I’d refer to them as “the Weepy Mother’s Club” if I wrote about them. It’s a cute name and it was meant to be—the title they came up with—and it does indicate the level of emotion and sharing involved.

And As If Giving A Speech Wasn’t Stressful Enough…This Happened

Monday, April 13th, 2015

I’d been working for weeks on bullet points to steer a speech I gave as Detroit PFLAG’s guest speaker yesterday. Working against me was that I’m horrifically afraid of public speaking—rather odd, considering my profession—I’ve never given a speech of this length before—rather odd, because my husband says I never shut up—and I only knew two people in the room—so no usual suspects for a support group. Mind you, PFLAG is a HUGE support group, something I neglected to consider during my anxiety. Working for me was the sheer number of amusing stories I had at my disposal after 20 years with Honorable Husband. Then, Saturday afternoon, one more thing working against me hit.

A Little Gay Couple At A Big Canadian Border Crossing

Thursday, April 9th, 2015

I mentioned in Monday’s blog post that the hubby and I went to Toronto last week for an overnight trip. There were two things I didn’t mention in it, though. The second isn’t really important unless you have a thing for falcons and/or squirrels. We were walking down the street when I spied a HUGE ASS bird just above us on a tree branch. My husband, omnipotent as he is, told me it was a falcon. It was then that we witnessed a squirrel run up the tree, get halfway out along the same branch, then freeze upon seeing the falcon staring at it. That squirrel was NOT happy. It gradually backed up and took off rather quickly. See? Not entirely interesting. Funny, but not a major event. The other thing, the first thing, is a bit more involved and it had to do with going over the border into Canada.

A Short Lime Pepsi Cadbury Canadian Overnighter

Monday, April 6th, 2015

Toronto was a favorite destination for my husband and I early on in our relationship. It was close enough to drive to—just under 4 hours—and far enough away where we could act like the couple we were without fear of being recognized by anyone who knew his family. We’d scrounge the internet for the cheapest price at a decent hotel, gas up before we left—and only put enough in the tank on the way back home to get us back over the border where gas was cheaper—and bring snacks so we were only paying for our main meals. Our budgets weren’t huge, so we made every dollar count. The hubs was good at that and still is. I think it was all about the memories this past weekend when he flew in, suggested we throw caution to the wind and do an overnight trip in Toronto, and relive some memories.

Anybody Else Still Have Their 45s?

Thursday, April 2nd, 2015

Can we agree on the fact the sound of vinyl has simply never been duplicated? Sure, we have crisp clarity like we’ve never heard before, only it still doesn’t quite capture the essence of it. My parents had a sizeable collection of vinyl records, much of which I never listened to or had any interest in. Some of it, though… Well, name a household in the 1970s that didn’t have some Abba. Oddly enough, they did have the score to 2001: A Space Odyssey. I wonder which one of them bought it. We also had John Williams’s score to Star Wars. Ah, the memories. Then I came along with my own music tastes and requested 45s to begin a collection of my own.