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Defninitely.
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These Almost Write Themselves!
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You’re Eventually Gonna Run Out of Skin There, Skippy
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I Feel So Owned. Don’t You?
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#truth
Funny How That Works
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Some Supernatural Musings I Ran Across Today
If you haven’t watched or aren’t a fan of Supernatural, you can probably just skip this one because it won’t mean much…
Paraphrased (because grammar and punctuation are apparently not a thing anymore) from something I ran across in a Supernatural posting on Tumblr. I’m on board with this.
Ya know I’ve read fics where Mary mistakenly thinks Dean and Cas have a secret relationship, but I have a much more specific vision that I wanna see. Mary and Cas bond. They are becoming real friends and she (in the most repressed way possible) alludes to being a lesbian and tells Cas that she’s not a product of her generation; she knows things are different now and he doesn’t have to hide anything. She’s trying to tell him that she’s okay with he and Dean being a couple. But Cas misunderstands it as her clocking him for being gay. He’s kind of confused but mostly touched when he tells her “Thank you, Mary, i appreciate that,” which she just takes as confirmation that Dean and Cas are together in secret. Later she says something similar to Dean which just short circuits his brain and he tells her “Uh. Cas? Cas and I aren’t like that, Mom.” to which she responds, “But he said you were.” Dean replies with, “He…what exactly did Cas say?” and that’s when Cas appears and eventually clears things up by saying “Oh I see. Mary. There’s been a misunderstanding. I thought you were just referring to me being gay,” and Dean turns to him and says, “You’re what?!?”
I think Dean would be totally overwhelmed at finding out both his best friend and his mom were gay at the same time and this would freak him out in completely different ways; Cas being the most obvious. How did he not know his best friend was gay? Does this threaten already shaky heterosexual basis of their boy-best-friendship? Does Cas want to like, touch men?
Mary would be a whole other can of worms. Dean’s understanding and view of his mother has already been rocked, but dear lord what does this mean for John? Did he know? Had she known? Had she always known? Was it a choice she made or was it God’s plan? Dean inherited Mary’s role. He’s her mirror; he’s a marycoded marygirl! Facing her sexuality, swirling in the back of his mind would be a just barely formed thought of “I got this from her too.”
His first response would undoubtedly be angry disbelief and let’s face it—Dean really doesn’t have the capacity to conceive that it could be misconstrued as homophobia and not just the feeling of betrayal and confusion. I think it would be messy and would be one of those cases of Dean’s emotions being so much and so impossible for him to examine that anger is the default response. I think he would grab his keys and take a drive to clear his head, leaving Mary and Cas alone to just look at each other wearing the same expressions of concern.
In the car, Sam calls and he picks up, “What? You calling to tell me you’re gay too? Is everyone in this friggin family gay now?” and Sam just goes “… uh, no? I called because i have a…sorry…wait…who’s gay?” and Dean simply hangs up on him and still has no idea why he’s so angry.
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He’s Not Perfect…
…but I still gotta love Joe. He gets it.
(Of course, a diaper full of shit discarded on the side of the road gets it more than The Previous Guy©.)
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Exactly.
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I Know About Netflix and Chill…
I Feel Like We’re Living in One These Days
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Yup.
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Happy Saturday

We had a storm—well, several storms—move through last night. The light show was spectacular and we got a good drenching as well. It seems that this year the monsoon is making up for the past couple where it was nominally absent. I understand that Tucson (about an hour and a half to the southeast) has gotten more rain this year than they have as long as they’ve been recording it. Phoenix as well seems unusually wet this year, something I am definitely not complaining about—even if the humidity is insufferable the day after those storms move through.
More rain is predicted for this evening, followed by a good chance of more the middle of next week. Should I wash the car tomorrow to seal the deal on that?
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365 Days of UNF: Day 226
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Wondering the Same Thing
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Oh Dylan, You Know Why. You Know.
Yes, Virginia…
Anti-Vaxers Be Like
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I’m Suddenly Hungry for Cake
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That Sound You Hear Are My Eyeballs Rolling Up Into My Head
Cocky
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Especially As I Get Older
I started keeping a Journal in the late 80s, shortly after I moved to San Francisco. (I may have told this story before, so if it sounds familiar, forgive me.) I did this shortly after seeing Prick Up Your Ears, where the protagonist journaled incessantly. It inspired me to document my adventures in The City—both lascivious and otherwise—because I knew at some point memories were going to fade and what better way of pinpointing when events occurred than to have them recorded in real time?
(There are also diskettes hidden away in a wall of one of the apartments I lived in that contain the first few years of that Journal, although I’m sure they’ll be unreadable if and when anyone discovers them in the future.)
I kept the Journals up for over twenty years. At one point I had most of them printed out and bound, but I eventually shredded them, keeping only the electronic copies. Little did I realize at the time that the electronic copies would become increasingly difficult to access as file formats evolved. (WordPerfect, anyone?)
I’ve spent a lot of free time converting these file formats into the 21st Century, although I’m sure at some point they will become as difficult to access as the originals were—a fact I just realized while writing this.
Two things stand out while I’ve been doing the conversions. The first was how—for lack of a better word—lost I was before my cancer diagnosis forced a much overdue examination of my life. I spent a great deal of time “looking for love in all the wrong places,” and while the adventures were certainly fun, they were ultimately unable to fill the need that was driving me into these situations in the first place.
The second thing that stands out is how, despite recording the names and the details of my interactions with the men I dated, there are many—way too many, truth be told—names for whom I cannot conjure a face. Digital photography wasn’t a thing like it is today, so even though I was a rather prolific photographer, I often never got photos of the men I was dating.
I bitched about work a lot, although looking back on it now I didn’t realize how good I had it at the time. When you work at a small architectural firm with the same four people for nearly a decade, you become like a family—with all the positives and negatives that relationship confers.
My weight was another thing I obsessed over in my writings; something that didn’t really disappear from my life until after the cancer diagnosis and I came to simply embrace—and love—my body for what it was.
I stopped Journaling when I got the cancer diagnosis. I didn’t want my writing to turn into a pity-party as I was going through treatment (which it easily could have), and frankly, I was getting bored with it. I discovered blogging a couple years later and while it’s not quite the same thing as Journaling (especially of late), it’s fulfilled that need to express myself—even if it’s not as easy to look up when stuff happened since I don’t share everything.
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Yup
Because It’s True
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