Work It Girl

Well, my dance partner is a really hot gay man, so I had just as soon dance with a woman.  My husband is no dancer nor is he a supporter of my dance.  Well, he likes me dancing and he buys the stuff that I need to dance in, but my real dance partner is my gay friend.  His husband and my husband will come watch us dance and support us with funds or any thing they can do to help us with our outfits, but other than that, our dance is between the two of us.

I am so happy that you got out to the doggy park.  Tonight, when you dance with those women, put an extra humph in the hip movement.  

I'm heading to the shower to wash off the dance sweat and then into my comfy gown.  I do love the soft comfy gowns.  

 

Having a gay friend is the BEST! They know how to have fun! My brothr Jon died of AIDS in 1990 and while he was "out" (not until the end of his life unfortunately) I got to know so many wonderful gay men. I think their movement has come a long way since 1990. I wish Jon could be here to see it.

My best friends have always been gay men.  My dance partner and I only see each other on dance night and on Sat., because he lives in Eureka, about thirty or so minutes away, and he only comes to town for our dance.  But, a couple of times a month, I run over to his house and he and I usually do really fun things.  When he and his husband married, my husband and I were their witnesses and we gave them a reception dinner.  Of course in AR, their union isn't legal, but we still went through the ceremony.  I hope that our state joins the few other states that have legalized gay marriage.  

My uncle died of aids a few years back. He and his husband had been together since I was a little girl.  IN fact, my little sister and I use to spend the summers with them and he taught me all about mositurizing my face and hands.  But, in the early nineties, his husband had to have heart surgery, and they gave him some blood products that were contaiminated.  Anyway, he got aides first, then my uncle.  My uncle died first from aides related complications.  My uncle's husband died two years ago.  Before he died he told me that when my mother died, he and my uncle tried to get my sisters to let them raise my little sister and me.  But, my older sisters refused, so we my little sister and I were separated and raised by our sisters, who were not mentally mature enough to raise kids.  

Sigh.  I wish Jon were here too and my uncle and his husband.  There's an entire generation of men that have died due to aides.  My gay friends speak of it in a whisper.  

I knew you had a special coolness about you.  You and I both have the gay connecton. 

I can't believe how prejudiced people were (and some continue to be, but not as many HA) against gays. My brother was gay before sex was even in the picture so I know that he was born gay- and really, I don't even care. Your uncle and his husband  SHOULD have raised your sister and you. Yes, we both have the gay connection!

I know!  Between consenting adults should never be considered as a point of discussion by anyone other than the consenting adults.

Jeanne,

I love it, here you speak of exercise and I learn even more about you. . .

In the 80s, I had a good friend, whose uncle was gay and me and John(the uncle) became great friends and through him I met many wonderful gay men and had the best time for a long time, I hung out in the gay bars and afterhours and it was so much fun, that was before the scourge of AIDS and by the time they knew what AIDS was, several of our friends had succumbed to it. 

I have always had gay friends and I am happy that they are freer today to be who they are, though there is still a long way to go.  One of my current roommates is doubly blessed, being a Jew who experienced prejudice both for that and his sexual orientation and is a highly intelligent and fun person to have around.  He at one time hosted a radio show in the Philadelphia area that dealt with a lot of the issues around homosexuality and he is now trying to write a novel of some sorts to live out his dreams and in the meantime I have the blessing of him being a part of my home and he and my Roxie, just are crazy about each other. . .  why I tell you I don't know, but AIDs has taken the lives of so many and when I got clean and sober in 1987, the toll it took in the population of recovering addicts was severe, so many funerals, my sister from another mother contracted HIV the same year that Magic Johnson came out, her husband died 4 years later (who she contracted it from) and she only hoped at that time to live long enough to see her then 9 year old son graduate high school, she recently became a grandmother for the first time, thankfully AIDS is being "contained" and people are now living with it, but too many lost too soon.  

Hugs on what might have been, more shared memories, Laureen

As for exercise, I was on the go enough today to feel as thought I had a work out ;)

Laureen,

I am so happy that you are such a free spirited and totally accpeting woman.  There are so many who think of homosexuality as a sin, so they close their minds and hearts to some of the kindest and most accpeting people in the world.  

My gay friends have held my hand when my heart was broken and held my hair when I was reacting to the booze that I had consumed in hopes of dealing with the broken heart.  I have shopped and cried and laughed and played and danced, and even watched Mary Tyler Moore marathons with my gay guys.  I cannot imagine my life without them.

I am happy that you have a gay roomy.  You should make him dance with you.  

LOL, not sure Bert is dancing "queen" (lol) and he shares my satricial sense of humor and we kid all the time about different things in the ways you might consider to be off key. . . funny thing, I had RNY in October 2007, Bert went to OA in the same time frame and has lost over 100 lbs., which he has maintained well, he is quite an interesting fellow to have around. . .

I have always been a free spirit, even though my mother, based on her fears and ignorance, tried to kill that spirit, it was stronger than even she or I knew.  I was raised to be prejuidiced and to look with suspiscion on some things, while to embrace others, my intiution told me I should be open to all and when and if I found reason to cut my losses, even then I tried to find the good in people, often getting hurt by my own stubborness, but now I've finally learned, still learning, that while there is good in all things, if you look hard enough, there is that still small voice inside that you need to pay attention to, but I NEVER make judgments based on race, ethnicity, etc., but on how someone treats me and I've raised my own children to do the same. . . 

I'll ask Bert about the dancing (lol). . .

I'm so happy that your mom wasn't able to kill that spirit.  I hope he says yes.