A win for the lesbionic Facebook contingent
A few weeks back, I reconnected with a woman from my hometown--she now lives about 45 minutes from me and is also a lesbian. I played ball with her sister for years--S was our pitcher and I played first base--and W was bumped up into our league for a year while I was still there because she was too good.
Anyway, she met up with some friends and me for drinks last weekend and yesterday she sent me a message on FB, asking for my dad's contact information because her parents want to do business with him. BECAUSE THEIR DAUGHTER AND I ARE BOTH BIG LESBIANS.
You bet your ass I called my folks to tell them that their fears about losing business because their daughter is a lesbian? Nah. Instead, LOOKY HERE.
I MAY be gloating. And possibly strutting and grinning. These things may or may not be related. Stay tuned.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Phone transcript
The participants: frog, frog's mom
fm: So Ron is going to do a mass at the lake during the family reunion in honor of the family members who have died.
frog: A mass? Ron's Episcopalian.
fm: Epicopalians call it mass, too.
frog: I know, but most of our family? Catholic.
fm: So what? They know what mass is.
frog: I know they know what mass is, but they won't take the Eucharist from Ron.
fm: You don't know that.
frog: Yes, I do. They are Catholic. They will only take mass from a Catholic priest. If you tell them it's mass, you'd better have a "real" priest there.
fm: It'll be fine. Ron is family. And Episcopalians call it mass!
frog: I KNOW! But Ron and I are the only people in the family who ARE Episcopalian. Everyone else? Catholic. Plus? Ron's gay.
fm: People don't know Ron is gay.
frog: What?
fm: They don't know he's gay.
frog: Mom, are we REALLY going to have this conversation again?
fm: Yes. They don't know he's gay.
frog: So, your stance is that they don't know that the guy who grew up Catholic, dropped out of seminary, went on to become an Episcopal priest, has lived with the same man for THIRTY YEARS and with whom he has three children. They don't know he's gay.
frog leaves to smoke.
The participants: frog, frog's mom
fm: So Ron is going to do a mass at the lake during the family reunion in honor of the family members who have died.
frog: A mass? Ron's Episcopalian.
fm: Epicopalians call it mass, too.
frog: I know, but most of our family? Catholic.
fm: So what? They know what mass is.
frog: I know they know what mass is, but they won't take the Eucharist from Ron.
fm: You don't know that.
frog: Yes, I do. They are Catholic. They will only take mass from a Catholic priest. If you tell them it's mass, you'd better have a "real" priest there.
fm: It'll be fine. Ron is family. And Episcopalians call it mass!
frog: I KNOW! But Ron and I are the only people in the family who ARE Episcopalian. Everyone else? Catholic. Plus? Ron's gay.
fm: People don't know Ron is gay.
frog: What?
fm: They don't know he's gay.
frog: Mom, are we REALLY going to have this conversation again?
fm: Yes. They don't know he's gay.
frog: So, your stance is that they don't know that the guy who grew up Catholic, dropped out of seminary, went on to become an Episcopal priest, has lived with the same man for THIRTY YEARS and with whom he has three children. They don't know he's gay.
frog leaves to smoke.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
How to charm me
After some highly successful flirting, send me an email message with a question about hotdish, among other things, then sign off like this:
There's no non-awkward way to close this, so let me be all nihilistic and postmodern, and just sign an initial.
After some highly successful flirting, send me an email message with a question about hotdish, among other things, then sign off like this:
There's no non-awkward way to close this, so let me be all nihilistic and postmodern, and just sign an initial.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Legacy
When I was about 11, I met a woman who ended up having a profound impact on my life, Barbara. I've talked about her here before. She was 20 years older than me, she saved my life once and my ass so many more times than that. I loved her with all my heart. She died in 1995, either suicide or homicide, probably the latter (IMO) and at the hands of her husband, who after her death burned all of her things, and killed himself a year later.
Her son is my FB friend. He and his wife had a baby girl last week and they named her Esme Barbara. She's the spitting image of Barbara, who had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.
When I was about 11, I met a woman who ended up having a profound impact on my life, Barbara. I've talked about her here before. She was 20 years older than me, she saved my life once and my ass so many more times than that. I loved her with all my heart. She died in 1995, either suicide or homicide, probably the latter (IMO) and at the hands of her husband, who after her death burned all of her things, and killed himself a year later.
Her son is my FB friend. He and his wife had a baby girl last week and they named her Esme Barbara. She's the spitting image of Barbara, who had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.
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