Heterosexual Day

I am coming out, revealing something very personal. I need others to accept me, to respect my choices and my freedom to be who I am. I don't want to hide it anymore, keep it in the closet.
Please be open minded about this it is a part of who I am.

I have a partner, someone I love. I relationship with another person. I have sex with them, I love them, they love me and we are part of a family. We understand each other, and although many have never known this until now. I need to express my individualism.

I am a women, and my partner is a man. I have sex with my partner. I love my partner and need others to accept and respect my choice. In Canada we are free to love who we wish. I am so lucky to live here, as we are also allowed to marry and have children.

I want to support and rally with all those like myself. Those who should have no shame for being heterosexual. I want a holiday and a parade to celebrate my rights anf freedoms. I want to be in sitcoms, in live theatre, and in children's books. I want to give public speeches on the topic and to encourage others to come out and let people accept them for sleeping, and loving the opposite sex

Tomorrow is Heterosexual Day. Be proud, stand up for your rights, and advocate with me.
Walk hand in hand in the streets, and let the world know you love who you are, a heterosexual.

Why are some allowed more pride and parades about their sexuality than others? Heterosexual is a choice too

The Bleak House

Never being,
never knowing,
only to be given a weather look.
In photo form of anothers chutter,
A tattered view of a bleak house.
Foundations weak,
walls unstable,
weathered wall paper.
Floor boards splintered,
pipes all rusted,
roof leaking, always busted.
I step into this home,
and with tainted images,
I call, now my own.
I look past the sunshine cast,
and toward all but broken glass.
I fail to see, a single flower.
Growing deep within the rumble.
I see a bleak house,
Perhaps if not given,
a photo painted to pursway
I wouldn't see it this dismal way.
A bird perched on the window sill,
chirps sweet song.
And for a moment,
my spirit lifts.
I see the hope, and love in here
amongst the tattered curtians,
and broken door.
Bleak, from bitterness,
from assumption, and tainted thought.
And when I leave,
I wonder, perhaps
I have overlooked
it's simple pleasures,
it's basic strength of character.
It's aging wisdom, and rustic charm.
For anothers tale.
Of a bleak house

Twisted Events

One day rolls into the next,
day after day.
Then by fluke,
fate,
chance,
or the divine.
A piano falls from the sky,
lightning strikes,
the earth shifts,
all at once. Tomorrow changes, from yesterday.
And like a child, you feel helpless,
scared,
timid and afraid.

A Funny

Once every few months I clean out and rearrange my daughters bedroom. Today was the day, I do it while she is at school so things can be tossed without protest.Tonight when she got home she looked in her room. "It looks great, Mom, but why is my bed so close to the closet?"

I stated,"Because I didn't want to have your computer next to your bed."

"I know why you don't want the computer close to me, because I might catch a virus, right." she said with all seriousness.

I laughed, and laughed, "Yep, those computer viruses can be pretty nasty, sweetheart, Tee Hee.

The Stupid Assumption

So I have a three year old whom doesn't talk as much as the academics would like.

My little boy can be vocal when he wishes but I believe he liked to climb inside his head and creat and invent more than verbalize.
Therefore his lack of conversation caused some concern and he was sent for an assesment.The conclusion was speech delayed. I avocate stongly to do the best for my children so was referred to enroll him in a special school. It has now been just over a week and one home visit and I come to realize that silence causes the assumption of stupid.
Therefore I am very annoyed by the assumption and the lack of understanding brillant mind can be silent.
During my home visit, I was asked numerous questions.
Can he dress himself.
Can he brush his teeth.
Can he eat with a spoon.
Can he play with others.
After saying yes to all these in which he does extremely well and has been doing since he was two, I got a look of doubt from the home visitor.
As the visit continued she worked with my son on block building. He uses lego, magnetics and other building materials all the time. This is a strong area for him.
Build a tower of ten to twelve high of letter blocks.
He build it about eight high, than realizing the instability of the base decided to build a thicker base to tower the remaining blocks on.
To me common sence method to problem solving.
To the assesment lady, not listening and following direction. Blocks only one on top one another.
Next task.
Draw a line. My son draws a line and another line connecting the original line, more lines connected with circles and shapes. I know from at home his fasination with pipes, husband a plumber. He often tells me hook pipe to pipe so water goes to sink.The lady again, finds no value in this, put lack of following instruction.
Oh but wait, the lady pulls out 20 tightly stacked containers of the same color. Biggest to smallest. She informs me that most children his age can only work with five at a time.I tell her to go ahead take them all apart mix them up on the table, I think he'll do fine.
She doubts me and smiles slightly like it is impossible.
A bing bang bomb...........my boy has them all twenty stacked and apart and restacked in seconds.
In closing she says that is the first time a child of his age has ever done all twenty in such short a time.
The lady leaves, I look at my son and say.... those that know everything know nothing and smile. My bright boy smiles back.