Yesterday, I was talking about my parents and love. It’s taken for granted that parents love their children, but it’s always been obvious to me that this was not necessarily true. When I was in my mid-to-late twenties and fended off questions about me procreating, one of the things I heard was, “It’s different when… Continue Reading
In my last post, I rambled about my parents and love. Or rather, the lack of love my parents have for me. It’s been incremental as a realization. Well, at least on my mother’s isde. I’ve never had any illusions about my father, which in a weird way, made him easier to deal with. He… Continue Reading
I was talking to my mother last night and she asked me how I was doing. I don’t tell my mother anything of real importance. I have been having a really hard time sleeping in the last few weeks because of a personal tragedy and Daylight Saving. I told my mother I was having trouble… Continue Reading
At the end of the last post, I was musing about being on the inside or the outside and why people don’t like outsiders. I got tired and abruptly ended the post so I wanted to expand on it in this one. For a lot of people (especially cishet white guys), there’s an over-identifitcation with… Continue Reading
In the last post about gatekeeping, I went on a wild tangent about my mother and how she did not accept any part of my being so I stopped telling her anything of importance. It relates to gatekeeping because when I was in my early thirties, I finally realized that I would never be what… Continue Reading
In the last post, I talked about how an ex dumped me because I was honest about my opinion of Pulp Fiction. After he dumped me, we remained friends. Well, let me be honest. I wanted to get back together with him–why, I do not know– Actually, I do. It’s because my mother hammered it… Continue Reading
I want to talk more about gatekeeping. In the last post, I started with pop culture and then quickly went deep. It’s all related, but I want to try to keep this post light. We’ll see how well I adhere to that. I started the last post talking about someone gatekeeping coffee. “If you can’t… Continue Reading
I was watching an episode of Hot Ones, and the guest was a coffee connoisseur. Sean asked her about the quintesssential coffee, and she said something about someone not truly being a coffee aficionado if they could not drink a coffee black. I rolled my eyes so hard, I think I sprained one of my… Continue Reading
It snow yesterday. That’s all. It’s not all, obviously, but it really lifted my spirits today. And yesterday. It’s been gray and drab for most of the winter, and winter and snow are my favorites. I was skeptical with the winter advisory because we have not gotten much snow all winter. So 1-5 inches in… Continue Reading
Today is Valentine’s Day. I used to hate this day, even when I was in a relationship. It’s a manufactured holiday and one that has morphed into (in the het-norm) ‘Buy an expensive gift for your ladyfriend, otherwise you don’t love her’. There are just too mayn expectations for it to ever hold up. Side… Continue Reading