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I will never be an everyday poster. I read when I can and I write when I am moved. I still have a “truth to do” so lets see if I can handle that first…
From CazzaC truth or dare game on Xanga
aviran - Your Truth: What has been your most awkward moment ever in life? Share the story - and any life lessons learned from the experience.
I can’t really think of an awkward moment. Not that I didn’t have them, but my brain is very good at blocking out moments in my life I would rather forget. So here goes two very short stories, both with my mother, both in my truck, both involving my relationships…. Which some of you may have known or realized are not the “norm”.
The first was rather quick…. Mom gets into the back seat of the truck… sees a magazine flipped over on the floor and picks it up….. what had I not picked up before I went to her house???? Not that, get your minds out of the gutter…. Those stay under the bed… It was the new copy of “Out” magazine and I had forgotten to put it in the trunk. Not that I was ashamed of being gay, it’s just that for most of my childhood my mother was very anti-gay. Until a friend made her go to a few gay bars and my mother learned that they are real and normal people. Anyways it was something I didn’t feel comfortable talking to her about, so I didn’t. She picks up the magazine and says “does this mean you’re out now?” I laughed nervously and said “um, I guess”.
Another time another truck, in that truck we had a zebra (for Lorien) and an Orca (for me). They sat next to the drink holder looking very cute… It had been like that for a few months, so my mother had seen them. Then Lorien and I met Jen…. Things happened…. Things were good and we gave her a little stuffed kitten. She had it with her until she left to go back to Washington… that is when the 3 of us made commitments to one another. We put her kitten with our animals to remind us of her until she returned. A few days later my mom gets in the front seat of the truck…. “what’s this??” I say “that’s Jen’s she left it here when she went home.” My mom “does that mean you are a threesome now?” cough…cough… choke… “um I guess”
All I can say is that I have the greatest mother in the world. She has seen a lot, been through a lot… but she has learned something very important, something I had never hoped to see from her in my teenage years. She has learned to change, she has learned to be understanding and most importantly she has learned that happiness and love are not always packed in a “conventional” form. Her husband is 15 years younger than she is and only 7 years older than me. She deserves happiness, I’m glad she found it on the 3rd try.
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Second thought on my mind…
When I was in my late teens/early 20s all my friends were older than I was. On the softball team I was the youngest player for 4 or 5 year. Every one of my friends was older by a minimum of 3 years. Now it seems everything has flipped around, with the exception of my absent …wink… best friend Lowell. Almost everyone is younger than I am. I’m not sure how this happened. Is it that my unconscious mind is starting to grasp for my fading youth? Is it that I now have a different set of friends?
Before all my friends were sports related. We only had sports in common and I thought that was enough. Hell I based my first “marriage” on it. I learned during that long grueling relationship that I needed more to stimulate my mind. I needed people I could speak with; people that read, people that could think for themselves. So I found a bunch of people on the Internet and my second wife…. Which lead to a whole group of really cool people I could talk to and who understood so many different areas that interested me…. But how come most of them are younger than me? I guess I will just sit here and believe I found more intelligent people to hang with… well with the exception of Sean, he came with the group and I can’t seem to get rid of him….
Just kidding Sean… I love ya, Biiiiitch!
From CazzaC truth or dare game on Xanga
aviran - Your Truth: What has been your most awkward moment ever in life? Share the story - and any life lessons learned from the experience.
I can’t really think of an awkward moment. Not that I didn’t have them, but my brain is very good at blocking out moments in my life I would rather forget. So here goes two very short stories, both with my mother, both in my truck, both involving my relationships…. Which some of you may have known or realized are not the “norm”.
The first was rather quick…. Mom gets into the back seat of the truck… sees a magazine flipped over on the floor and picks it up….. what had I not picked up before I went to her house???? Not that, get your minds out of the gutter…. Those stay under the bed… It was the new copy of “Out” magazine and I had forgotten to put it in the trunk. Not that I was ashamed of being gay, it’s just that for most of my childhood my mother was very anti-gay. Until a friend made her go to a few gay bars and my mother learned that they are real and normal people. Anyways it was something I didn’t feel comfortable talking to her about, so I didn’t. She picks up the magazine and says “does this mean you’re out now?” I laughed nervously and said “um, I guess”.
Another time another truck, in that truck we had a zebra (for Lorien) and an Orca (for me). They sat next to the drink holder looking very cute… It had been like that for a few months, so my mother had seen them. Then Lorien and I met Jen…. Things happened…. Things were good and we gave her a little stuffed kitten. She had it with her until she left to go back to Washington… that is when the 3 of us made commitments to one another. We put her kitten with our animals to remind us of her until she returned. A few days later my mom gets in the front seat of the truck…. “what’s this??” I say “that’s Jen’s she left it here when she went home.” My mom “does that mean you are a threesome now?” cough…cough… choke… “um I guess”
All I can say is that I have the greatest mother in the world. She has seen a lot, been through a lot… but she has learned something very important, something I had never hoped to see from her in my teenage years. She has learned to change, she has learned to be understanding and most importantly she has learned that happiness and love are not always packed in a “conventional” form. Her husband is 15 years younger than she is and only 7 years older than me. She deserves happiness, I’m glad she found it on the 3rd try.
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Second thought on my mind…
When I was in my late teens/early 20s all my friends were older than I was. On the softball team I was the youngest player for 4 or 5 year. Every one of my friends was older by a minimum of 3 years. Now it seems everything has flipped around, with the exception of my absent …wink… best friend Lowell. Almost everyone is younger than I am. I’m not sure how this happened. Is it that my unconscious mind is starting to grasp for my fading youth? Is it that I now have a different set of friends?
Before all my friends were sports related. We only had sports in common and I thought that was enough. Hell I based my first “marriage” on it. I learned during that long grueling relationship that I needed more to stimulate my mind. I needed people I could speak with; people that read, people that could think for themselves. So I found a bunch of people on the Internet and my second wife…. Which lead to a whole group of really cool people I could talk to and who understood so many different areas that interested me…. But how come most of them are younger than me? I guess I will just sit here and believe I found more intelligent people to hang with… well with the exception of Sean, he came with the group and I can’t seem to get rid of him….
Just kidding Sean… I love ya, Biiiiitch!