This whole gay marriage thing has me thinking. I know I should want it. Equal rights. Blah blah blah. The thing is, I'm just starting to expand my circle of friends beyond straight, married couples with children. So now are all the gay ones gonna bore my ass to tears, too? What's that? No, no, I'm not talking about you, dear. You're the exception. I LOVE the scintillating tales of backstabbing drama from your little angel's soccer league.Added: OK, OK, to all the Married With Children out there (Are you? Out there, I mean?), of course I kid. I'll be the first to admit the strong feelings evoked in me from watching Will and Vince during the Will and Grace finale. Sure, the strongest feeling was the desire to fuck Vince, but I also had a covetous pang about their family unit. Again, not as strong as my covetous pang about Vince's unit, but there was a pang. I could be a good daddy, right?
Confession Added: Alright, I've always had a song picked out for that first wedding dance. Is that so wrong? For the longest time it was Anita Baker's You Bring Me Joy (still LOVE it) but now it's Stevie Wonder's Ribbon In The Sky. Mmmmm.
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"Good daddy"--taken completely out of context here--is not unduly limited by one's calendar age necessarily is it? In theory, what is the 'good daddy' age range according to the HA? [homosexulist agenda]
My question is this: just how much fucking goes down in assisted-living? And when do I need to shut down the 'I've been a very bad boy' dynamics?
On a serious note: Gay wedding. You want one/you don't want one? I still debate this notion.
You want one/you don't want one?
Yes. Gemini, remember?
My question is this: just how much fucking goes down in assisted-living?
Oh, you do make me laugh. Just picturing geriatric you all SASSY in the rehab unit.
Freakgirl, I may be counting on that one day. And it's a part of why I love you back.
Brandon, bored of it, huh? I think I said it the first or second day I blogged: I don't even wanna marry some dude, just don't tell me I can't. That about sums it up for me. There's this little thing called the Constitution which SHOULD afford me equal protection under the law. But doesn't. That's why I'm still talking about it.
Speaking of taking Daddy completely out of context, I often like to mess with The Kids head (as I so often tell her, 'if I have not psychologically scarred you by now - I have failed as a parent) and say in that voice ...
'Whose .. your .. Daddy?'
Her reply is usually along the lines of:
'Coming from you, that just sounds soooooooo wrong'
Mission accomplished. HeeHee.
PS. I don't care what damn song you play at our wedding, as long as you dance with me like Justin and Brian did at the Prom. Oops, did I just say that out loud?
Errrrmmm...yes. Out loud. That prom dance with Justin and Brian was SO cheesy. And SO awesome.
Just listen to Ribbon In The Sky sometime and imagine you and your man in tuxes, dancing razor stubbled cheek to cheek, breathing the same air.....
Or do the same with another Stevie tune: As. ::sigh:: Annnnnnd, now I'm verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic. Caring Conservatism is neither caring nor conservative. Discuss.
For the longest time it was Anita Baker's You Bring Me Joy (still LOVE it)
Get. Out. That was my pick, back in the day when I thought I might walk the aisle.
You get out! Freaky. After all these years, if I sit down and really listen to that song, I'll cry.
I notice nobody has said they think I'd be a good daddy. Hmmmm....
Back to Will and Vince being daddies, I loved this little exchange regarding their son:
Vince: He looks more like you every day.
Will: Really? Cuz sometimes I see me and sometimes I just see the sad girl who sold her eggs for rent money.
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