We Are Blending

My world got rocked at a Gay Bookstore.  It got expanded, readjusted and I just have to share!!!

At least 90% of the people we meet live in closets, right?  That may or may not have to do with sexuality, I'm talking about hiding who we are, our essential flavor, from the world in an effort to air brush out just what makes us unique and valuable.



Kind of like those women you see in the tabloids who get 20+ plastic surgeries to look like a Barbie Doll.  Really?!  Tragic waste of an authentic human being buried deep under layers of self hatred.  F*ing waste, actually.

Why would you ever do that?! Would the money be enough to keep your soul alive? 

Grace, charm, poise, fitness, quality skin care, and education will always be ideals near and dear to my heart, but that's beside the point.  If you were a glimmering emerald, why would you even think of trying to look and act like a diamond, just because somebody else decided they're worth more?  Silly.

We've all heard this line of reasoning before, but the attention grabber for me was this featured book about the deathly effects of staying in the closet, versus coming out and dealing people's reactions to somebody who isn't geared the same way they think they should be.

Brokeback Mountain also poetically illustrates this truth.



We only get one ride on this roller coaster we call life, kiddies.  Let's come out of the closet with no regrets and make it extraordinary!!!!

There comes a time in the life of every owner of a goofy, large dog when the issue of discipline rears its unruly head.

Hobbes, Dear Fiance's half Boxer, half Redbone Hound (an adopted animal), is the most lovable, affectionate, and eager to please pet I've ever met.  He amiably lounges with the kids and their friends, wags his tail almost incessantly, and is a joy to have around.

Except when large dogs are present in a public setting.  Then Hobbes transforms into a slobbering, snarling, beast and generally scares the living daylights out of people, myself included.

What to do?! In his brilliance and technological savvy, Dear Fiance suggested electronics. Training was getting us nowhere for a variety of reasons, so with grudging acceptance, I acquiesced to what I now call Hobbes' "Good Boy" collar.

It's fantastic!!!!  With a merciful few corrections, Hobbes has learned not to pull and I'm much more confident that our walks will no longer result in Jerry Springer style canine interactions. Better living through electronics!!