Okay,

Posting the erotica was pure laziness on my part.  It means I didn’t have to write a blog as I am slowly losing my mind…well whatever part of it is left.

I am now very happily engaged to an amazing woman, whose family is a little lacking on the accepting homosexuals.  I believe I have been equated to a pimp or a drug dealer, which isn’t as bad as it sounds.  I am a pimp, not a whore.  I am a drug dealer, not a drug user.  So, I figure that gives me management possbilites.

I know what you’re thinking.  Really?  Are people still homophobic, I mean educated people.  And the answer to that is YES.  It’s a Bible thing, and lest we forget…what 60 years ago an interracial marriage was a lynching offense, and yes the Bible has a lot more to say about racial purity than it does about homosexuality.  Does anyone care about interracial marriage…because if you do you’re still a bigot.

Especially female homosexuality.

Sorry my male gays, how I love you so, but I want to point out, what the Bible says about female homosexuality?

That’s right.  Nothing.

What did Christ say about homosexuality?

That’s right.  Nothing.

I’m just saying if it was important, you think He would have brought it up.  I don’t recall Christ teaching hate anywhere in the Bible, and since Christians are suppose to follow the teaching of Christ…yep, I don’t get it.

I feel pretty confident in saying, if you are a hater, Jesus wouldn’t like you very much.  Now maybe the Old Testament God would give you a high five…but not Christ…I think He would leave you hanging.

Remember man wrote the Bible.  Why do you think there are no bad references to lesbians.  Most men love women on women.

Oh, right, erotica one day, call mom the next.

The writing skills are slowly reappearing and I work the hell out of the muscles every chance I get.  I don’t have to just get back up to my creative bar, but I’ve I got to reach for that academic bar as well.  Unfortunately, it’s easier for me to practice one than the other rather than do it concurrently.  Creative came back first, I’ll use the practice of Aristotelean structure before I start talking about it academically about it, again.

Hello, ADD brain.  Calling the mom.  If you’re thinking my mom died about 18 years ago, yep, you’d be right.  That one would require a long distance call Houdini couldn’t make any psychic to come up with, so there’s the other mom.  Yep, I came with two, and no they weren’t a lesbian couple.  Both sets of my parents are straight, and they seemed to raise a perfectly normal homosexual child.  Odds are it’ll skip a generation or two, so I figure mine (should I choose to have them) will be straight and Republican just to piss me off.

How do you get two sets? Divorce? Religious cult? Nope, adoption.  Great plan in case you’re orphaned early.  So being a good kid I’ve never troubled my living mom, until now.  With the executive functions down and out in the old noodle, it really jacks up my organizational skills.

So yes, I called my mom to help me organize my shit.  It’s true with pretty much all TBI brain injuries.  And let’s face it, my fiance (Ohhhh, I got to say it!) has enough on her plate with a full-time job, joining me for doctor appts, court crap, and the list never ends.  I frankly don’t know how she does it, but we all get to the end of our tether.

There’s only one option of help.  I will politely say that her family is unavailable, which leaves the mom.  Okay, after 39 years of life and a brain injury, I don’t feel too bad about asking her for this one big favor…unfortunately this is also happening at the busiest time in her life.

Sigh.

It’s funny (not ha-ha funny), but odd.

I was in the hospital and watched my (adoptive) mom die.  I had to stay in the room for the final moments, even though she was unconscious, I’m pretty sure to make sure my dad could fuck me up a little.

I watched my mother’s twin sister die in her hospital room, I just had some bad timing on walking into that one.

I watched my dad die in his hospital room.  That one I just felt obligated to stay for since I was out of family that knew or raised me before the age of 21.

The one thing you learn slowly watching your family die off, is that family is about the most important thing you will ever have.  Like them or hate them, you do love them.  That’s why my mom is coming up from Tejas, unconditional love.

I know my fiance is having a rough time right now, but I still have to believe in unconditional love from family, blood or not.  I grew up both Southern and Bible Baptist in my formative years.  Probably the only true belief I hold from that time is unconditional love.  I hope I’m right.  I have a pretty good idea of what Christ would say on the subject.  He was pretty clear on the love thing.

Unconditional love.

We’re hard wired for it.