There are plenty of queers writing blogs. Sexually explicit, being bitchy or talking about flower arrangements. You’re not reading me for that reason. You’re reading because you’re on a similar path and my reality TV show seems a bit too familiar. I’m different and you know it.
I had a girlfriend (eventually live-in) for 5 years and then a wife for now 16+ years. I don’t have a bunch of friends I hang out with. I don’t have a fag hag. I’m not a party person. I don’t want a roommate. I’m ambitious but not to the point I want to work around the clock (oops almost spelled that cock). I almost effortlessly sailed between my wife and TC with only the merest of speed bumps. I’m not uncomfortable being alone, but clearly I’ve had a companions for the last now 20 years.
People get divorced, their friends hook them back up, they can hang out with other guys and discuss snatch. They can find another divorced woman with issues or snag some trashy slut to bang around with. Divorce, nothing new and a well worn path to the ‘next’ thing.
It is not a fait accompli that my story will end in tragedy or for that matter a blissful hereafter. But it’s the sheer uncertainty that is driving me crazy. It’s simply too many moving parts that is gonna drive me nuts. 2009 was a struggle for me financially and it now looks like 2010 will be the year of the emotional struggle. What to do?
I have an idea. Chicago. Mexicans. New Year’s Eve. Full whore mode. Beam me up, Scotty!