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Reflections: Thoughts on being gay
Random Thoughts on Being Gay…
Category: Life
I am a Father, a Son, a Brother, a Grandson, a Cousin, a Friend, a Co-worker, a Nephew, a Husband, a Boyfriend, a Neighbor, a Consumer, a Leader, an Instructor, a Teacher, a Student, a Traveler, a GAY man.
I seek liberation, truth, honesty, kindness, fairness, acceptance, intelligence, education, admiration, respect, confidence, self-control, passion, love, self acceptance.
Every once in a while I get inspired to write down my thoughts and express all the thoughts that are simply floating around in my mind. Well, tonight is one of those nights…Enjoy!
Re: Being Gay…I find it amazing that this day and age people are still condemning fellow human beings on something so minute as being gay. Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsShort stories: Time travel
“What’s wrong with him, mom?” “Well, sweetheart, he just isn’t as evolved as we are,” she answered as they stood in front of the chronological port at the World Museum of the Archaic Pets of Humans and Primates. There, they watched live images that were transported forward through time, into 2645. The images weren’t on a screen; anyone could have reached into the port to literally touch the past if it were not for the force fields.
This mother and daughter were no blue-eyed blondes. Neither were they mocha skinned with ebony eyes. No, these two were dogs, literally. But the term ‘dog’ was offensive to them; it was like calling a human a ‘pig’.
“He’s grunting at her, and Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsHumor: Reflection on the trials of airplane travel
I recently bumped into Robert Plant in an airport in New Jersey. He just happened to be making his way through the terminal to the president’s club, or the VIP room, or whatever you call those secret fancy places in airports where secret fancy people go. I could tell it was him immediately from his long golden locks, soft pointy boots, and cool Zeus-like gaze. He was strolling through one of the busiest commuter airport terminals in North America with the conspicuously inconspicuous air of a man in a bathrobe who is just going out to pick up the morning paper. Nothing about him looked dazed or confused. I, on the other hand, was in the middle of a transatlantic Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsMemoirs: Traveling
I have an eight-hour layover in London Gatwick Airport. Eight hours seems like sufficient time to reflect upon my previous 72 hours, to push them into “past,” and to psych myself out for my arrival in Rome. But first, in my defense, and in defense of my writing, dear readers, I’ve been awake for nearly 24 hours, with the six previous hours spent thinking about sleep… but never actually sleeping.
Today is Tuesday. On Friday I left work early, hoping to be really productive. I had to run errands in The Woodlands, about 40 miles from my garage apartment downtown. Just as the productivity was about to begin and I was turning the corner to reach my first errand, my car Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsReflections: Time travel and other dimensions
INSOMNIAC SPECIAL
Time Travel
There are many factors to consider when exploring this concept. Some of these factors have been given big scientific names that are hard to pronounce and harder to spell, so I’ll express these using my own terms. I’m sure you’ll recognize them, some of them anyway.
Please indulge me a moment to rant and dispel a myth normally associated with Time Travel. Light speed is a velocity, just like the speed of sound. There is nothing mystical about reaching 186,000 miles per second, other than we can’t do it yet. No clocks have reached 0.9 C, let alone anyone to watch that clock, so we really don’t know Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsHumor: The joys of air travel
It was Mrs. Torson’s kindergarten class all over again.
In my early years, during half-days of kindergarten, there were those in the class who spoiled it for the remaining students. They would pull such earth-shattering, history altering, and morally degrading acts like taking one extra chocolate milk from the little red wagon, stuffing toilet paper into those old black buckled boots that slid over the Keds, or coloring an “I Like U” on cute little Sandy’s ABC paper.
(Note: I did not know my wife at the time, nor did I know in my kindergarten years of her radiating beauty. If she were in my class, it’s obvious I would have passed notes to her instead of Sandy). Read the rest of this entry »
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