This. This lady, ifjanetranit. She’s doing the parenting thing right. She’s taught her son well. 

There simply aren’t enough LGBTQ folks in this country to bring about real, meaningful change. We must have the support of allies.

The importance of her son accepting, embracing, and encouraging diversity can not be overstated. I’m not sure straight kids like him will ever understand how much it means to an old gay man’s heart to see people without a dog in the fight stand up for us, our families, and our right to equality.

He’ll make a change in the world and he’ll raise children who’ll make a change. Allies are the key to ending discrimination.

This. This lady, ifjanetranit. She’s doing the parenting thing right. She’s taught her son well.

There simply aren’t enough LGBTQ folks in this country to bring about real, meaningful change. We must have the support of allies.

The importance of her son accepting, embracing, and encouraging diversity can not be overstated. I’m not sure straight kids like him will ever understand how much it means to an old gay man’s heart to see people without a dog in the fight stand up for us, our families, and our right to equality.

He’ll make a change in the world and he’ll raise children who’ll make a change. Allies are the key to ending discrimination.

12Joan Baez Little Moses - YouTube

to wonder if the people who’ve been stabilizing your house for the past two weeks in preparation for lifting the foundation to fix the enormous settling that has occurred in one corner of the house over the past 30 years (welcome to life on a hillside in earthquake country; who needs doors that will open and close; and doesn’t everybody have to drill 80 feet to reach rock) are going to break your home - literally, not figuratively. (For instance, during the lifting process we have to keep the downstairs doors in the affected corner open lest the windows inside them shatter.)

They raised the foundation a bit yesterday but encountered some “glitches” so they finish today. DynaPapa doesn’t find it amusing when I say, “Oh, let them break it. Then I could build a new house.”

I guess I can’t blame him. Lately I’ve found very little amusing, too. However, I blame too few cupcakes, too much exercising, and encountering way too many assh*les.

the depressive state one is thrown into when you have, in fact, walked down that street and not received a single “come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue.”

Rather than question the accuracy of the song, you immediately internalize this rejection as meaning on the physical attractiveness scale you rank below Art Garfunkel. Let me repeat that. Below Art Garfunkel.

Depressive state entered.

when, just after midnight, you take your dog out for her last potty walk of the evening and to keep yourself entertained and from being scared of all the zombies and wildlife that surely come out at night to prey on innocent, aged, gay men like myself, you sing Patsy Cline’s hit, “Walkin’ After Midnight.”

What? My singing keeps scary things away. I don’t want the last words about me to be my neighbor screaming, “The dingo ate our gay.”

We’re at an RV park in Santa Cruz. The boys and DynaPapa are enjoying the pool. 

Well, YoungerTwin is enjoying it when he’s not in time-out with me at the side of the pool. He, apparently, woke up on the wrong side of the RV and has been uncharacteristically grouchy.

We’re at an RV park in Santa Cruz. The boys and DynaPapa are enjoying the pool.

Well, YoungerTwin is enjoying it when he’s not in time-out with me at the side of the pool. He, apparently, woke up on the wrong side of the RV and has been uncharacteristically grouchy.

My cousin’s daughter,  (What does this make her? My second cousin? My first cousin once removed? I’m not really sure. I’m terrible with the whole distant cousin terms.) Anita, recently married. 

Her husband’s last name is DeJesus. Now, anywhere else in the US, this last name would use a Spanish pronunciation, meaning phonetically it would be Day Hay Soos (or Seuss, as in the Doctor). But, not in Alabama. No, there, her husband’s last name is pronounced without any hint of Spanish. Phonetically it would be Dah Gee Zis.

My Alabama relatives are a rather conservative bunch, myself and my cousin’s daughter excluded. So, I asked my cousin’s daughter, “You’re not taking your husband’s last name, are you?” I could hear the mischievousness in her voice when she said, “You bet the hell I am.” 

Folks, my cousin’s daughter’s name is now Anita DeJesus or phonetically it’s now Ineedah Dah Gee Zis.

Really, only in my family. 

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