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Archive for April, 2012

30 Days of Truth, Day 11 : Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

We’re into double digits and over a third complete in the 30 Days of Truth series!  Let’s see what’s on the docket today!

 

Day 11

Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

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Defining your sexuality

We see it all the time.  Whether we’re creating an account on Facebook, OKCupid, FetLife, SwingLifeStyle, or wherever, we get asked the same basic questions every time:

* What is your gender?

* What are you looking for / what is your sexuality?

On most sites the options are limited and straightforward.  Answer Male or Female to the first question, and answer Straight, Gay, or Bisexual to the second question.  This is the commonly accepted binary form of thinking in regard to how human beings are constructed and therefore operate.  But what happens when the question becomes more involved?

The Gay Rights movement has slowly shifted into the LGBTQ Movement (although many people often leave off the Q at the end) and each of those letters should carry equal weight.  The first three — Lesbian, Gay, and Bisexual — are the most commonly bandied terms, yet in terms of Equal Rights some could argue that the Bisexual people are left behind.  After all, two Lesbians may marry in many states now, as may two Gay men.  What happens when I Bisexual Poly individual falls in love with and wishes to marry both a Man and a Woman?  The question is sure to raise eyebrows everywhere, and thus far, such kinds of marriage are only allowed in select European countries.  But I digress.

The following two letters in that group — Transgender/Transexual and Queer — are often left out of the discussion as well.  They simply do not fit within the typical binary system of Man and Woman.  They are the “in betweens”, and in some very rare cases do physically embody both sexes.  Most times, they simply refer to individuals who feel as though the physical form does not match the inner form, as we most often hear from the more famous Post-Operation Transformative individuals.  Chaz Bono is perhaps one of the more famous examples of such individuals.

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30 Days of Truth, Day 10 : Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.

Back with another one of those 30 Days of Truth series updates!  Let’s get right on it!

Day 10

Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.

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Change is in the air

This post is going to be a little more Vanilla in nature, but it will be impacting this space here and the real-world space of Mrs. AbsinthePassion and I in a very monumental fashion sometime in the relatively near future.   As such, the news is hidden inside for those who care to look.

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30 Days of Truth, Day 09 : Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.

It’s a 2 for one special today as I try to catch up after running behind on the 30 Days of Truth series.   2 consecutive weeks now I haven’t really posted anything during my days off.  I’ll try to be more consistent about that.  Anyway, on to the next round, yes?

Day 09

Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.

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A hard friend is good to find

I may have mentioned this before, but in my current job my work schedule is an overnight shift Saturday through Tuesday.  While this diminishes my ability to get out and about over the normal weekend, I still get time off from work as soon as I get home Wednesday morning until I have to leave again Saturday evening.  Keeping to that schedule of “up all night, sleep all day” isn’t as glamorous as rock stars make it out to be, but it does mean that when Mrs. AbsinthePassion and I want to go out late it’s not impacting our ability to function very much.  Wednesday was one of those nights.

Our friend R — whom Mrs. AP has known for years — scheduled in a get together for us after our soiree in Ybor City that eventually led us to The Castle last Friday.  We ran a little late in the shower, and by the time we got to Tijuana Flats to meet him they were 10 minutes to closing, so we opted to get it all to go and head back to his place.  It was more convenient, and as a successful member of an IT branch of a large corporation, this also meant we would have the solace of R’s 3-bedroom townhome all to ourselves.

We got to R’s place and broke out the food while we put Inception on the TV in the background; none of us really paid close attention to it, but the lack of total silence when we weren’t talking seemed to ease tensions a little.  We settled down to eat while Mrs. AP put the 3 bottles of extra Riesling we brought with us into R’s fridge.

Side Note:  Mrs. AP and I inherited 20 bottles of late 1990’s German Riesling from friends of her family 2 years back, and we’re still trying to move through them all.  Improper storage over the years has led to dry cork on many of them, so any opportunity to empty a bottle of two is greeted with enthusiasm.

After breaking out the first bottle and talking for a bit, and subsequently finding our glasses drained, we opened the second bottle and sat down at the table, where R broke out a pack of cards and started shuffling.  I think it was more to keep himself occupied, but as having a pack of cards in one’s hand often does, he soon started dealing and we found ourselves playing 7-Card Draw for absolutely no stakes.  After reviewing Hand Ranks and setting a 3-card draw limit and establishing there were no wild cards at play, we set to down to re-acquaint ourselves at the Gentleman’s Game of poker, where it was very quickly established that Mrs. AP and I could hit strings of good luck that left R with the lowest hand.  This, of course, left R feeling non-plussed, and after losing several hands in a row he declared “Okay, this next one’s real.”

We found out the very next hand what “this next one’s real” meant, as R lost yet again and in frustration quickly yanked off his shirt and dropped it one the floor.  About this time we all realized our glasses were drained, so we paused to pop open the third and final bottle and sat back down.  A few quick banters and nervous half-jokes later it was determined that our game of No-Stakes Poker had just elevated to Strip Poker.  Did I mention the table was a glass, see through top?  This night was now getting interesting.

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30 Days of Truth, Day 08 : Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.

Join us for another entry in the 30 Days of Truth series.

Day 8

Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.

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