Say Uncle!!

Chris I can't even Defend you on this one.One day a man was walking down the street on his way to work. As he walked down the street, there were dogs on just about every front porch and they all would bark as the man walk passed them. However, there was one dog that he remembered, because this dog was just sitting there and he was whimpering and whining and moaning, you know the little whimpering sounds dogs make when they are wounded or in some sort of pain. Well, this particular dog was just sitting there on the front porch making those sounds. The man was curious as to why this dog wasn’t barking like the other dogs and why he was whimpering. He couldn’t figure it out, so he just kept walking to work. The next day he was in the same situation where he was walking down the street and saw the dogs barking once again and this same dog that was moaning and groaning the other day was doing the same thing today and he just couldn’t figure it out. Well, he walked passed for an entire week and everyday the dog would be there moaning and groaning. So, finally the guy got fed up, he said, “let me find out what’s going on.” So he went and knocked on the door and a guy came out and said, “Yes, how may I help you?” He said, “Sir, is this your dog?” “Yes, that’s my dog.” “Well, what’s wrong with him?” The owner of the dog said, “What do you mean?” “Well, he’s been sitting here moaning and groaning, whimpering and whining for an entire week. The rest of the dogs are barking, your dog should be barking too, why is he moaning and groaning?” The owner said, “Well, he’s actually sitting on a nail.” And the guy said, ‘What! Your dog is sitting on a nail. Why doesn’t he get off?” “Well, it just doesn’t hurt him enough.” -.

  How many of us have been thru the same situation?  What exactly does it take for that nail to start hurting enough?  Now I don’t profess to know Chris & Rhi Rhi’s  story.  But a photo speaks volumes.   Though I’ve never been involved in physically abusive relationships, I’ve been torn down and negated  enough to identify the signs of abuse.   Usually it starts out verbal and for some, it ends physical.   Yet we find ourselves drawn to the same kind of people and we find ourselves trying to build with someone who isn’t worth the effort.   Some of us tend to believe that if we put forth the effort and stick around on a long term basis, we’ll effect positive change.   But you have to find your happy medium and determine when to say “when”.   Determine when to walk away from the situation and determine when to love that person from a distance.   I’m not sure if  this is in fact a common misnomer, but for myself I can say that half the time I was subconsciously doing this because I didn’t want to give up on the relationship.   But I learned somewhere down the line that it is pointless to try and change someone in a relationship that is changing you for the worst.     You can look at this photo and know that her wounds are not just physical, they’re emotional and mental.   Once you’ve lost yourself, it’s hard to get that back.  And if you can’t get that back, how can you love someone else effectively enough to inspire change?

If you’re objective is to be “Captain save-a-hoe”, then save yourself first.  


This has been a public service announcement from yours truly.

This Little Rainbow Clique

The older I get the more I have this disdain for surrounding myself with only LGBT individuals.   I know that sounds crazy but let me explain why. 

I’ve been on this scene for perhaps 8 years or so and I’m pretty much able to predict the actions of my gay/ lesbian counterparts.   So much so that it really doesn’t add any mystery to the situation.    Being of sound Sagittarian mind and body, it is in my nature to want to experience new things and to learn and grow spiritually.   I’m not finding that by only associating with one specific group in society.   I think that as a lesbian the objective should be to be accepted in society as an equal.   So I don’t really go out of my way to separate myself or ostracize myself from the heteros.   There are no rainbow decals all over my windshield or bumper nor do I wear these bright ass colors to work on a daily basis.   The fact that I am gay,does not make me any more special than the next individual.     So why is it that I feel as if we’ve created our own secret society and no one else is allowed in  (not even the bi’s)?

Which broaches an additional topic.   How is it that lesbians struggle so much for equality yet I’ve had the displeasure of encountering so many who do not like bi-sexuals?   How are we to ask for the very same rights that we deny others?   It seems totally asinine to me.