Wonderful movie. Thr only problem with setting your hat out for elderly British woman actors is that I will have turned 50 and there will be no more movies to watch.
I I received my 20th high school reunion paperwork in the mail this past Saturday; the funny thing is even though I was absolutely miserable in high school and I mean absolutely miserable I’m excited to go. I’m excited for my husband and my kids to see where I went to school and I’m excited for my friends to meet my family I just hope the school itself is ready for a two dad family you walking around. I hold no grudges and I argue that is what is allowing me to be excited. I wish I could do this in rest of my life.
Funny, as a gay man who is married with two children you think that would be my biggest fear when in reality my biggest fear is that I will be the fattest one there. haha.
Sometimes we meet someone and the connection is absolutely kinetic. It follows every hollywood diagram of love throttling across each neuron and synapse. That was Jason. He was everything that I was but better, on the surface. He was a DJ, he had a job, he had cool friends and cool clothes and was still earthy and he understood my hippie sensibility. He didn’t judge me and he had a gentle voice. It was kismet. All good things as well as the things we desperately need to be good but never will be must come to an end. That was Jason. Jason was a dervish, a whirling chaotic storm inside and though he tried I suppose he did more damage than good in my life. I cannot forgot him and part of me will love him as one does an old T-shirt or graduation tassel; it serves no purpose but we are too afraid to let go of it, to shed the thing we believe holds our memories. Jason ultimately committed a true act of abandonment, one I have never forgiven; quite possibly because I do not think I have the energy in me to face those feelings. That was Jason. He turned out to be selfish with his love and generous with his hurt.
This came up because I bought him a backpack. A red timberland backpack some 13 years ago. I just washed the backpack and it has held up a lot better than most things do. All the dirt came out and was clean and new again. I want a new backpack but am not sure I can let this one go. That is me; ever unable to let things go.
for all those Americans who love this country, but not enough to really research your choice for President, here is some quick advice…
- Mormonism is not Christianity; please do not cast your vote based on a religion that has more ties to Scientology than to Christianity
2.These are hard times. President Barack Obama did not cause the mess we are in. 20 years of Presidents did. Most people do not get their BA degree in 4 years anymore.
Truly believe in who you are voting for, you cannot endorse a candidate and say something to the effect of “I’m voting for Romney but I don’t believe in has stance on Gays or Woman.
You can always write someone in. Do not cast a bad vote for a bad candidate out of party obligation. I cross party lines on occasion and I have written in Senator Feinstein for many things.
If you do not vote, you have given away a tremendous right. If you are a person of color or a woman and you do not vote, you are spitting in the face of all of those that fought for your civil rights before you.
If you are Gay and you do not vote, enjoy watching your rights stripped away, one by one by one.
If you are going to bad mouth one candidate be prepared to listen to it about your choice of candidate. Don’t be a spoiled baby. Be open to a respectful debate.
Vote. Please Vote.
Vote or be Silent.