A friend of mine posted a link to a blog post titled, “Marriage Isn’t For You.”
Judging an article by its title, I asked myself, “if marriage isn’t for you, then why marry?”
Then I read the article, and I got it. Io finalmente capii! Read on….
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I received an email last week, and had time to think about it and reply to the sender with some thoughts. With his permission, I have duplicated part of his message here:
Thank you for being willing to publicly discuss personal matters on your blog. I feel that by writing about your own personal experiences, you have dispelled some gay myths and made “gays” to be normal.
What’s normal?
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My spouse and I went to a local appliance retailer to purchase a new double oven. Unfortunately, our ovens have crapped out and cannot be repaired. Since I use them almost every day, it is not surprising.
We did our research and settled on a double oven that met my requirements and would fit our space. It was only when we were in the appliance store that I was asked, “don’t you want the ‘brillion’ option, which allows you to control your ovens via your smartphone?”
My spouse and I looked at each other and…
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Saturday was unseasonally warm(ish) and the leaf color was at peak (or whatever peak will be around where I live). Perfect leather weather with temps reaching the mid 60s (19C). I carried out my responsibilities early by taking my spouse to run some errands, then escorting three lovely ladies grocery shopping. With these tasks done by lunch, it was time to go for a ride with Dan.
I gave Dan’s Mom a call, because I don’t text and he does not use a telephone, so I have to use his Mom to bridge our generation gap. Dan was ready and arrived at my house on his Honda Shadow in just a few minutes. He showed off a new pair of Chippewa engineer boots. Well, at least he’s booted right!
I was wearing my leather riding breeches with lug-soled Chippewa hi-shine boots. I pulled on my long-sleeved leather shirt, rolled out the Harley and said, “stop!” Why?
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Yesterday, I flew two flight segments to get home from my business trip. I was in three airports (departure, transfer, and arrival) for several hours of waiting time. There were hundreds of people who saw me while I was in lines to check in, going through security, waiting for planes, and waiting over an hour for luggage at baggage claim.
I was dressed for these flights in what I like to wear when I dress casually in cool weather: leather jeans, biker t-shirt, and comfortable boots.
What’s that? Leather jeans — you wore them in public!!! — in airports? What did people say or do?
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