I do not know how to; grow old, grow tired, walk with a limp, acquire a handicap plate, give in, give up, etc. The tools given…unto me were…
the Good Bible…and the Bad Bible
Heterosexuality…Did not do me any good other than…Realize, blow jobs were gross.
Birth Control pamphlets under my teen-aged door.
Native American blood mixed with Irish cynicism.
Blonde hair…Which I use as a crutch, when in error of; Wondering which side the gas tank is on…On my moped.
I am sure there is more. But as my mother has always told me…during several stages of verbal abuse from my father…
‘You have always had a flair for the dramatic…Oh, by the way, did you know you had a cold-sore.’
Fortunately, I follow, blogs, authors, both here and there. Who can guide me to a better understanding of self! If there is such a thing!
As for loving woman, I have never understood why some people had a fit. I still don’t. It seems fine to me. If an individual is productive responsible, and energetic, why should her choice in a partner make such a fuss? The government is only too happy to take my tax money and yet they uphold legislation that keeps me a second class citizen. Surely, there should be a tax break for those of us who are robbed of full and equal participation and protection in the life of our nation!
Rita Mae Brown