Thanks-taking

I don't intend to make this exact same accolade every year, but maybe I do. I am not willing to look back at last year's journal entry or old blogs to see.  But anyway, happy Thankstaking to all. Indeed enjoy yet another celebration of the European invasion (and subsequently established U.S. government) conquest of the indigenous people of North America. It's a wonderful country, and I'm sure you enjoy being here as much as I do. And I enjoy celebrating that our European ancestors made it possible for me to be here.

The euphemistic name of the holiday that most folks call it (Thanksgiving) is rediculous because the aboriginal people of what we call "America" did not joyfully chose to give their land and lives to the invading European/U.S. hordes. So I call the celebration "Thanks-taking". The 'Thanks' part then becomes an appropriately sarcastic scorn, instead of a euphemistic slap in the collective aboriginal face, and I can enjoy my turkey without the sour aftertaste of hypocrisy.

But, I am thankful, with respect to this celebration, that our ancestors did not kill them all, and that a lineage of several aboriginal nations and their culture continue to survive.

Live long and prosper my brethren of ancestral adversary.

National Coming Out Day

Tomorrow is National Coming Out Day. I am, and always have been 'out' and loudly support equal rights for the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender community. I do not "come out" with any further information than that because who I love and/or sleep with is nobody's business (except for whomever the lucky recipient of my affections may be). I have no other reason for not divulging my sexual preferences other than valuing my privacy. Be that as it may, please join me in donating your status, by coming out of whatever your particular closet may be in support of LGBTQ equality.  The movement really is about actual equality for all.

Loose Cannon

She has been called a "loose cannon".  And I knew this was an accurate assessment of her personality, but my attraction had no fear because I knew that at the very least I was sure to experience a great learning.  And I have. I sense that her withdrawal from me is more about her own desire for hermitage rather than resentment around my defending someone against her onslaught. Unfortunately I don't think that there is any abundance of time in our favor.

I also knew this was coming.  And despite becoming cannon fodder I have no regrets.  Like I said, it has been a great learning experience.  Just because part of the learning involved sorrow does not make it any the less valuable.  And I have an added dimension of love in my heart for which I am so grateful.  Normally I have a serious rejection complex that keeps me perpetually locked in pause mode when it comes to meeting people.  

She said she always falls for people with a lot of rage, who eventually abandon her. She wants to disappear. She wants to live out her life in hermitage, writing her poetry, and wishing she were young again – her words.