10-08-2011, 12:00 AM
Ravenmoon wrote:I have had lots of gay men as friends. They are drawn to me. I just love their energy too. I find other people like them too. We have one at work, we call him lala. Yesterday I went to ask a man to change the water bottle, lala was having his lunch right there and he said to me, "just because I'm gay does not mean I can't change the water bottle." We all laughed. I said to him "yeah thats exactly what I was thinking" (I wasn't) and I told him to prove me wrong, and so he changed the water bottle, and we all cheered when he finished. He of course was amusing all of us, he is quite funny.
I get that ^ a lot. You know, I met a woman once. I even worked with some at a office once. I was friends with some of them and we even ate lunch together. I even met some men once too, ok maybe more than once, and I saw a wolf at a zoo. It's not the same, but I had a dog once...that is kind of like having a wolf. I've even seen ravens around.
There are many levels of acceptance. Thank you for trying to make me feel accepted even if it is still somewhat outside of your experience...I won't hold that against you. :-P
It was personal for my father. He must have had a grand image in his head of what he dreamed his son would grow up to be. His dreams for me, he meant well. It is unfortunate that I was nothing like what he imagined me to be. It hurt him to have his dreams crushed. There are levels to love too.
I get that ^ a lot. You know, I met a woman once. I even worked with some at a office once. I was friends with some of them and we even ate lunch together. I even met some men once too, ok maybe more than once, and I saw a wolf at a zoo. It's not the same, but I had a dog once...that is kind of like having a wolf. I've even seen ravens around.
There are many levels of acceptance. Thank you for trying to make me feel accepted even if it is still somewhat outside of your experience...I won't hold that against you. :-P
It was personal for my father. He must have had a grand image in his head of what he dreamed his son would grow up to be. His dreams for me, he meant well. It is unfortunate that I was nothing like what he imagined me to be. It hurt him to have his dreams crushed. There are levels to love too.