HOLA....

So how are we doing to day folks. Another beautiful day in paradise!!! Not sure why we do the things we do. So a friend who works in a call center told me about a girl came up to her and out'd (closet style) herself. Saying she had a moral dilemma. She was living with her girlfriend, and her husband and the husband didn't know anything about it. First, a man could never pull this shit off it takes a woman to do this. Second, if a man did pull this off, he can be assured that he is living a LMN drama, and someone has to be shot, raped, or wrongfully accused of the two aforementioned points. Third, if the hubby did know about it.....there is a strong probability he would be cool with it. We all know how men are. Here is the conversation:

Wife: Honey, I have something to tell you.

Hubby: wha? (I am putting that eastern TN connotation to it, cause this is where this potential Springer situation exists.)

Wife: (Girlfriend, insert name) and I have been going down on one another, and I think I love
her, I love you and I don't want to hurt you. You mean the world to me. You are a
wonderful man, and I like men, I ain't gay or nuthin.

Wife: Are you mad at me? Please don't be mad at me, cause I still love you(thinking in the back
of her mind, but I sure do love what she has been doing to me, but scared to admit it.)

Hubby: Well, uuhh, can I watch? Don't get me wrong, I am hurt,(with a big shit-eatting grin on
his face) but I want to know what she is doing for that I ain't gone do.

I love where I live, I love where I live, I love where I live, I love where I live, I love where I live, I love where I live, I love where I live, I love where I live.....if you say it enough times it becomes a reality you create.

I really do love it, but damn the conservative choke-hold that exists here creates some of the most bassackwards situations. Not that this kind of things don't happen in other places, but at least in those places a person isn't so racked by the in grained guilty, that they walk up to pretty much a group of strangers and give an on the spot confessional. In those places they can do it with their priest, or their local bartender.

Well PEACE OUT KIDDIES...AND REMEMBER...

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.
- Bill Vaughan