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.

Moving On

The last post was a half-assed effort to write an piece similiar to those TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED I so loved as a child.
The idea was there but it needs some work, to busy to bother with at the moment.
This Blog is getting old and sloppy. Could it be the cause of me.
Therefore I am looking at a new approach, a new style a change.
I'm working on a new one, so just be pacient and it'll be posted when I good and ready.
Thanks

If Only

After three wonderful years together. He knew she was the one.He loved her with all his heart, she had come into his life at the lowest of low. Bringing with her smiles and laughter, friends, parties and social evenings. The whirl wind romance grew in the hassle and bussle of her busy life. Somewhere in it all he had forgotten his sorrow and pain and because of this he felt he loved her.He had saved his pay check for months, hoping to propose with the perfect ring. It was difficult trying to keep all the bills paid, putting away extra for the engagement ring, while still keeping enough spending money for her social ways. Dining out with friends, going to the theatre shows, attending art galas. Though to him she was worth it, she distracted him from the pain.It was planned out perfectly, the ring although not as big as he had hoped was elegant and simple, it was the promise, the symbol of his love. All he needed now was her to accept.After a nice dinner at the finest french bistro in town, they walked along the cobbled streets in the old part of Montreal. The night was perfect, the sky clear and crisp for a late summer night.Near the fountain by the historic hotel, he grabbed her hand and dropped to his knees. She blushed in the anticipation of it all. He opened the black box, and slid the ring up on her finger.As his heart raced he asked the question.She smiled, and kissed him, replied with a hesitant yes.She would marry him, she loved him, but the ring. She hesitated because of the ring.The response surprised him, but it seemed so miner at the time he agreed.Months passed, and he had tried to save more for a bigger ring. She had picked one that she felt was her hearts desire, though in doing so she had also made it more of a burden on him financially. Even though marriage was in the future, she wanted to mantain her busy social calendar, and the ring that she had picked would be the envy of all within her active social circle.This seemed of utmost importance to her. He didn't understand it but he would do everything he could to please her.By the end of the year he finally could afford the ring she so desperatly wanted. She smiled in delight when he arrived home from work with the new ring in hand. Time passed and wedding plans became more concrete.One day she came home late from a evening out with the girls, seemly distressed he questioned her displeasure. It seems her ring was again much to small in comparison to her friends she so needed to impress. Again she asked him to exchange it to even a greater size and greater cost.Silently he agreed.Another year passed and the burden of the approaching wedding cost and ring began to strain on him. He had taken on another job in the evenings to help, and because of this, she now spent more and more time socializing in the evenings without him.Two weeks before the wedding he asked her for her old ring, as he had enough of a down payment to collect the new one for her, just in time for the wedding. On the way to the jewellershis car was hit by a semi and he was killed instantly. A terrible explosion had occurred and engulfed his car in flames.The police came to the door late in the evening to inform her of the tragic event. All they found in the remains was the ring he was to exchange.They gave it to her, as she wept over her loss, she placed it on her finger and they left.The bliss of a wedding day was replaced by the sadness of his funeral. The companies involved with the wedding planning we're heartfelt and understanding so without much financial loss we're able to plan out and attend to the details of the funeral.Weeks had passed since the funeral and in the mail one day she received a letter from the jewelery. It was a survey about the service he had received and a reminder that the rings were ready.She decided she still wanted her new ring that he had been paying off over the last few months.When she arrived at the jewelers and inquired about her ring she was quite surprised with what she found. The jewelry pulled out a simple gold band, and a tiny most simple engagement ring. Even smaller than the one he bought her the first time.In shock she asked the jeweler to explain.The jeweler replied," Your husband told me how sweet and kind you are, and how you loved him more than the cost and burden of the diamond, since he lost his first wife to cancer you had asked him to take back the diamond ring in exchange for just the simple wedding band, while giving the money for your previous ring to the cancer society for research. When he told me about your warm and generous heart I couldn't bare to see you with just a simple band for your wonderful wedding. A lady with such a big heart derserves more therefore I gave your husband this tiny diamond engagement ring for free with the wedding band. I do hope you like it, it is so simple and elegant just as you, I wish your husband could have given it to you."With a flash af anger she took the rings and left, only to be tragically struck by a passing motorist.

Between then and now

Sometime between then and now I have changed.
Along with crows feet and a few sparse grey hairs came a hardness.
I'm finding myself becoming a stone angel. Life hardens my soul and creases my brow.
My leaps of faith have turned to steps of caution.
Those unexpected events nolonger adventure but annoyances.
A love of new and different, a fear of the unknown.
I nolonger spash in the puddles but walk around them.
Somewhere between then and now.
I got lost.
Am I the only one?

My New Thoughts

Nothing Much...

The Fairy

I have a secret Fairy. Not a tooth fairy, not a dream fairy, and no, not the fruit loop fairy.
You know that commercial for Becel margarine, how that Becel wants you too eat healthier, encourages taking the stair instead. Well my fairy is kind of like that, looking for a healthier tomorrow.
I have had a summer filled with door knob surprises.
A bag of fresh beets and carrots,
Crab apples,
potatoes,
fresh pears,
even brown bananas for banana bread.
Some fairies I have met. Some I know well. Others remain secret. Not wanting to be known for their generous nature.
One fairy even brought some quite smoking literature, to help on our quest for a smoke free lifestyle.
Well, today I just want to Thank all my health fairies. The freezer is full for the winter of beet soup, banana bread, and stew.
So if I put on forty pounds this winter, I wish to remind my fairies that a good fairy is their through thick and thin. So expect to be running laps this spring.