Someone sent me a message recently asking why I said that I would not be creating any new videos. I replied that one of the reasons besides technical difficulties is that my fiance does not think videos serve any purpose, are silly, and does not want me to make them. He generally has a dim view of social media, including YouTube. He does not want me to be part of that.
The person in the email said, “Did your partner object to you making the videos? You sound devoted to him, or maybe things have just become complacent.”
My response?
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I own and wear police motorcycle boots — called patrol boots — regularly. Here is how I do it (your experience may be different):
Monday 18 February was a holiday — so no going to work, but I worked hard nonetheless. I broke down and put on a suit & tie with a nice pair of Lucchese Classic black cowboy boots, and attended a medical convention at the request of my fiance’s primary care physician. I was invited to give a presentation to about 300 doctors about what it is really like to be a healthcare advocate on the “front lines” every day about a disease that many in the healthcare community believe is not as bad as it is, or some who even believe that the disease does not exist. 
Now becoming a weekly series, here are the boots that I wore to work this week, which continue to follow my self-promise to wear each pair of boots in my collection without repeating any of them, for the duration of the line of boots that both fit me and fit my work environment. (For example, I can’t wear muddy engineer boots to work in an office.) 
“Does low self esteem and insecurity have anything to do with homosexuality?” Well, sorta… 
Today, February 14, is Valentine’s Day. A day when romance is in the air, and marketing and advertising focuses on romantic love.
As most visitors to this blog and my website know, I own a lot of 
I was having a conversation with a friend of mine who expressed concern for wanting to support his son in sports programs, but my friend is much like me — we are not “sports enabled.” Or shall I say that we have talents, but our talents do not include the use of balls, clubs, bats, mitts, cleats, pads, or the like. How often I have felt like Charlie Brown when Lucy teases him (as shown.)
