I went to the area's best gay bar with a friend last night. we ran into my recently-out-to-the-family uncle, who is in town for a funeral.
my godson's father was burried today.
he died in Iraq while unloading a truck, and I honestly think it's the best for everyone. I know that's a terrible thing to say, but he left through the window without his shoes on when he found out that my cousin was pregnant. the only reason he didn't give up custody rights (so that he could stop paying child support) was so that my cousin's husband couldn't second-parent adopt my godson.
so I spent an hour listening to some of the absolute worst eulogies I have ever heard. my cousin's eulogy was actually quite poignant. she said that this was an honorable way for the man to die (i.e.: in the line of duty) and that she was grateful for the part of him that he left behind (i.e.: my godson).
I've spent the rest of the past 24 hours with my uncle. talking. talking about being queer in a heterosexist family. talking about how you have to put up with shit or no one will put up with your shit. talking about SEX.
I think I really did scare away my potentially gay boy by looking up his phone number. that's what I get for looking for people who don't want to be found for three years of my life.
my godson's father was burried today.
he died in Iraq while unloading a truck, and I honestly think it's the best for everyone. I know that's a terrible thing to say, but he left through the window without his shoes on when he found out that my cousin was pregnant. the only reason he didn't give up custody rights (so that he could stop paying child support) was so that my cousin's husband couldn't second-parent adopt my godson.
so I spent an hour listening to some of the absolute worst eulogies I have ever heard. my cousin's eulogy was actually quite poignant. she said that this was an honorable way for the man to die (i.e.: in the line of duty) and that she was grateful for the part of him that he left behind (i.e.: my godson).
I've spent the rest of the past 24 hours with my uncle. talking. talking about being queer in a heterosexist family. talking about how you have to put up with shit or no one will put up with your shit. talking about SEX.
I think I really did scare away my potentially gay boy by looking up his phone number. that's what I get for looking for people who don't want to be found for three years of my life.
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As for your godson's father, I can see why you're not exactly sad that he's gone. I can't believe that anbody would do that to somebody they were expecting a baby with. Guys just don't have any concept of responsibility or emotional attachment these days...*sighs* I wrote a huge entry in my SG journal about this the other week. I guess guys just really piss me off sometimes, y'know? But yeah...I think there is some truth in what your cousin said in her eulogy. Regardless of whether or not his father was an arse hole, she does have a beautiful little boy now and nothing his father did can change how precious he is.
Anyways, I'll wrap this up before I start rambling anymore...heh. I hope you don't mind me commenting on your journal...I just saw some of your notes on Clio's page and you seemed sweet, so I wanted to stop by and say hi =) Hopefully I'll see you around sometime...