The Family

Not the traditional one....

So I spent much of today hanging out with Jorge and Tony going to Goodwill -- I got some NICE clothes for little money and these blood red goblets (2 for 12) which were very cool and which I find out online are antique wine goblets from 1876...hollah -- Wal-Mart and then going to dinner where Warren....an odd man indeed...waited on us.

The great part of the evening was putting together the DVD rack I bought from the mart. Imagine two fags and a step-fag trying to be very butch and putting this thing together and laughing every second of it dealing with screws and wooden pegs. You simply had to be there. I realized at that moment how I had always wanted a Fag Family....LOL, don't ask....and how I have one now. Jorge is the dad, Tony is the mom, David is the cousin, and Nate and I are the step-fags (for those not in the know or those who will assume something completely erroneous, it's non-gays being adopted into the "family"). I have never had so many male friends in my life, altho god knows some of them are bitchy and PMSy enough to be women, and it;s great. I never worry around them, I always smile, and I know I will always have a good time, give or take some. Unfortunately, Nate is rarely at the family functions which saddens us....but he;s always at those DAMN hockey games ;) (Hope you;re feeling better....next time, you WILL hang out with us). Anyway, the point is I love having them around and having them in my life. And for those of you about to step on the soap box, I abhor the word "fag," but when you own the violence you can use it in the non-aggressive manner it is usually used in. I RARELY ever use it, altho this post seems to be rife with it.

Tomorrow shall be another great day and I look forward to laughing some more because I need more of that. I did get a little blue tonight talking about some things in my past and watching videos of shows that just made me think of things I failed at that I know I could have made work and people and relationships that just went awry which I wish had not. It was also liberating to share things about my life that I NEVER shared with anyone because it was a part of my life that I felt was mine alone. But it somehow made it seem better in the end. It was a good day. A good day indeed.

And thanks Tony and Jorge for calling me after midnight last night. That was very cool of you.

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