Yeah…er, um…sure… I was gonna go the WHOLE freakin’ weekend without posting…
Bwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha…
So the entire family is asleep, but I slept too much on the drive here. And I am a bit too pissy to sleep…
It seems that David overlooked telling me that he was planning all along to head back early to stop in St. Louis where his family is gathering. Since his parents are now going home on Saturday, i don’t know what that means… We have a chair to reupholster… jack-wad!
He always swears that he told me, but my memory is not THAT toasted from the chemo…
Labor day weekend, two and a half months ago, he mentioned that it would be nice if we could stop at his sister’s on the way back. That’s it. Of course, he also tells me regularly that he wants a motorcycle, a pony, and a kayak as well as to study the impact of cathedral architecture on the development of Liturgy (or Litany, of WTF ever…) and learn how to build skyscrapers, so I never know what will actually become real.
This is life with a clueless, selfish bastard. Honestly, I don’t even care that I love him anymore. It isn’t enough of a return for the cost.
This is a fine example of why I so often think of myself as invisible. Only a few select groups ever see me when I am not broadcasting. The freaks, the drunks and the weirdos…
There is a concept refining in my head that touches this last part. I call it the 1 of 5 of 10.
Starting with the generally accepted average that 10 percent of the population is gay, I have made an educated guess that maybe 5 percent of queers of had some experience that I would refer to as their leather awakening and truly, actively lead a life of leather. (although these days I would consider replacing “leatherfolk” with “free thinkers” since my LJ experience has proven that many gain that spiritual awakening outside of leather. The two subjects are strongly linked to each other in my head.)
Of that 5 percent, I currently believe that only 1 percent really have what it takes to “get” me.
That translates to meeting one who gets it out of every two hundred thousand people I meet… Great odds, don’tcha think? And yet, I have already met at least seven of them in the last two months here on LJ, (well, only one in person and I think he showed up with another candidate…) So, there’s 1,599,992 jack-wads that I can just skip over…
Perhaps my odds are improving… like proven means anything…
(Okay, why the fuck is proven not in the spell check?)
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