New readers, a new year and sadly a new story. Welcome to my blog!
I write when things aren’t so well. Who writes when things are well? It’s about me, it’s got suspense, intrigue and mystery and occasionally my arrogance and random humility.
I am a resistant gay. I don’t wanna be it, I don’t accept it, I don’t like it, I barely acknowledge it. I’m not interesting what the gay community thinks, does or is considering and I’m not particularly interested in what you think either. I was and am married, I have a family, I have a wife, I have/had a boyfriend and I have teen age children. I have a lot of stakeholders. All of this is really just f*cking with my financial life of building a business, achieving further financial success and calling it a day. Work is highly overrated. You still reading? Sound like you?
After 3 years, a multitude of experiences, I’m stilling fighting for the rebel cause. I was happy for a while, I got a live-in boyfriend, he was/is a lot younger than me, we fought, we found peace and I disappeared from all things queer. Despite the economic turmoil in 2009, I was happy. I had my brown tiger. And he had me.
But my brown tiger was illegal being in the US, young, romantic and directionless and Daddy that I am, I encouraged him to get his shit together. He is trying and will leave me to board a cruise ship job in some number of days. I will be collateral damage. On one hand, I’m quite proud of him, he’s trying to do the right thing, acting decisively, making positive decisions for himself, but on the opposite side my advice has kinda of f*cked me. I love him with all my heart. He loves me as well. The tears flow from both sides.
Will I be single soon? What will I do next? How does this story play out? I’ve no real idea.
But you, my friend, and I call you a friend, can ride along with me. Despite my nastiness, I need you, I need you to read, I need you to comment, I need you to be there. Because without YOU, I am indeed alone. So come along on my journey out.