Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Snap Shot of My Life: Why did you do that?

As we waited for a friend yesterday, Little boy walked up gave me a cuddle and I leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, this is what followed...

Drew: Why did you do that mum?

Me: Kiss you? don't you like it?

Drew: No, I just wanted to know why..

Me: Just 'cos I can..

Drew: Oh...... but isn't that gay?

(I picked my chin up off the ground)

Me: No

Drew: Oh...... so is holding hands gay?

(I wiped the sweat from my brow and hoped like hell our friends would arrive to get me out of this, at least for the moment)

Me: No, that's not gay either

Drew: Oh.....

(very serious contemplative look upon his face and I knew it was coming but still held the hope that I would be rescued)

Drew: So what is gay?

Posted by Ted at 9:29 am

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