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My Big Fat Life – I’m Not Gay

In Uncategorized on October 16, 2014 at 10:18 pm

This is possibly one of the most difficult blogs I have had to write.

I know this will be pretty unpopular, and I am prepared for the backlash of previous readers, but it’s something I simply need to talk about.

When I started this blog I was hurting.. really hurting.. from the break up of the relationship with my *now* ex Registered Domestic Partner. I was in a place where grief seemed pretty all consuming, and I had no doubt I was truly devastated that things didn’t work out. I also didn’t question my sexuality, because as far back as I can remember, I was attracted sexually to women. Things with men didn’t seem to *work* in a lot of ways, and things just seemed so much more natural with women.

When I was in my relationship with the ex, there was one guy I had met that I was attracted to, and it surprised me. I wasn’t sure what to do with the attraction I felt, and I put it away. The word ‘bisexual’ in the LGBT community is one that is often seen with a lot of discrimination, and prejudice. I didn’t think I was bisexual (and I don’t think I am now), but I also didn’t know what to think.

I continued to date women after the ending of that relationship. Though I wrote about those relationships from time to time, I also kept a lot of it to myself. I never really liked the idea of writing about my dating life to begin with. One, I didn’t want to make the person uncomfortable, and two.. well, I didn’t want to write about it and then when it ended have it be another failed relationship that became the focus of my writing.

When Gabriel had his surgery last year, and I was in a relationship at that time. I won’t go into details about what happened, though I know a lot of it I under a tremendous amount of stress. I was also at a cross roads in my personal life.

When you are faced with the reality of life in such a raw way, you start to ask yourself questions. You start to wonder if you are really on the right track in your own life. Maybe career, personal life, romantic relationships, friendships.. so many areas. I thought I had known who I was, what I wanted, where I wanted to be. I had plans for life, and I was trying to live out my goals the best I could.

I am not so sure anymore.

The past 6 months, I have been on some dates. All those dates were with men.

Now, please hang with me. I know some of you are automatically labeling me as a bisexual. I can almost hear my ex screaming “I knew it!” in the background (that is in no way to suggest she is actually doing so), but let me make this clear.. I do not label myself as a bisexual. In all honesty, labeling me is the least important thing about this entry.

Over this past year a lot of things have changed in my life, and one of those changes has been what I feel I desire in a relationship. I can’t explain to you exactly where and when my heart changed, but I can tell you that today.. here behind the screen of the computer.. is a woman who realized that I am not the certified, card carrying, absolute lesbian I believed I was born to be. I am a woman who doesn’t want to label herself in anyway, other than to say that I fully believe that dating women is not where I want to be anymore. It’s not where I believe I am to be anymore.

I am not sure how to even begin to talk about why I believe the changes came about without sparking some serious debate about faith, but yes.. I am a Christian. I have never hid the fact that I believe in God, and I can’t explain how these drastic changes in my very being have taken place because it’s such a personal experience. I can only tell you my experience is that I am no longer attracted to women either sexually or romantically.

So there you have it.

I’m not gay.

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My Big Fat Life – Life

In Uncategorized on October 26, 2013 at 7:57 pm

Dear Life,

I would really appreciate it if you would just slow your shit down for a moment, and let’s take this one situation at a time, okay?

Sincerely,

Someone who really is only one person

I don’t know if life got that memo, but it’s ignoring me if it did.

There is so much going on. I don’t even know where to start.

G:  He took the last of his medication recently, and we are waiting to see the cardiologist for a follow up echocardiogram. I am holding to love right now, and believing that this last round of medications is all he needed to get past the healing process.

It’s really forever changed my life, having G get so sick after his operation. It forever changed me, just seeing my son in ICU and just watching go through the healing process. In some ways it has changed me for the better, and I am certain there are people who will tell you it has also changed me in ways that they don’t like. For one, I am emotionally over spent a lot of the time. Most of my time is trying to manage the day to day concerns I have, and still trying to find that coveted time to myself that everyone tells me to take, but no one likes when I do. I don’t mind that I don’t really have time to myself. Children grow way too fast, and heaven knows I am so happy I have those babies in my life. Some time to decompress and not always being on heightened alert, would help though. Maybe some time to just listen to my thoughts and work through them, than always trying to drown them out because I feel so overwhelmed the moment my mind starts talking. Yeah, that would be a really nice thing.

Then there is the Avonte Oquendo case. Can we say terrifying? I can’t tell you how many times I have gone to the news to check for updates and see how things are going. It’s not that he is just a missing child, he is a missing child with Autism. I have a child with Autism. It’s a terrifying thought that any of our children be in a place they can’t fend for themselves. My heart goes out to his family, and I want him found yesterday. Weeks ago. Moments within him running out of that school.

Things at my sons school isn’t going so well, and it’s come to my attention they aren’t following his IEP again. Not really a big surprise, yet now they are violating it in ways that put his safety in jeopardy. I am not even sure which way to turn to get things taken care of, yet I can’t ignore it. I won’t ignore it. I need to make as many calls on Monday as I possibly can, and hopefully someone can help. If there is no one, I may have to start looking at homeschooling my son. It is something I am prepared to consider and ready to do, but I would really prefer to have him have access to the services he has a right to. I want him to grow and learn in a setting that helps him socialize and develop life skills to help him through his life. Yet if the school can’t keep him safe, I don’t have a choice.

I can’t afford an attorney, before anyone suggests. It’s sad, that it costs so much money just to advocate and have people do the right thing.

I feel disjointed somehow. I can’t even put a finger on it. Maybe it is because I feel like I am being pulled in a million different directions and I only have two hands. Sometimes I have to vision a pile of laundry sitting in the middle of my room, and the only way I can start to fold it, is to begin with the shirt on the top. I am trying to list the things of great importance, yet they are all things of great importance. Instead I try to count my blessings, because there are so many. I know there are. I have so much to be thankful for, they aren’t cancelled out by the fires I need to put out. I would just love to put a fire out and have not sit and smolder, just waiting to start burning again the moment I get the next one under control.

Perhaps this is just life, and I know it’s no different for me than it is for others. I just need to feel like I am getting a handle on things, before another things comes along. I was really thrown off when I heard Gabriel needed surgery, and I haven’t been able to find my balance since. Just writing this all out feels scattered, yet I know I writing it out helps. It is supposed to help. Okay, it does help.

In lighter news, as I write this, I look down and I see a toy giraffe that the boys used paper towels and tape to make a set of pajamas for. It’s things like this, that make me smile and feel full of hope. A simple act of childhood that they will most likely not recall when they are 24, and the fact they are just so funny and full of imagination, inspires me.

I am not sure how to end the blog tonight. It’s just such a rambling mess that I should probably leave it as awkward as I came into it.

Narf.

My Big Fat Lesbian Divorce – When The Mail Makes You Cry

In Aaron Jamison, AP News, Blog, blogging, Break-up, Choose Joy, christian, Christmas, Comedian, communication, court, Crying, Current events, dating, Divorce, equality, Facebook, failure, family, feelings, Friend, friendship, gay, God, grief, healing, health, Husband, Kiss, Laughing stars, Lesbian, Lesbian Relationships, lgbt, LGBTQ, Life, Love, Marriage, military, Myspace, Oregon, Pain, parenting, people, pictures, portland oregon, relationships, religion, single, The Little Prince, wedding, women, Writing on December 21, 2011 at 8:12 pm

Penguin oh penguin wherefore art thou oh penguin?

Yes, my penguin. It’s what I say when I talk with sparkles in my eyes, romantic thoughts on my heart and dreams in my head. I long to meet my penguin. My life partner.

I spent a portion of my morning daydreaming. I was reflecting in the past months that I’ve been healing and gained some experience in the dating scene. So it was with a bit of wonderment that I let myself daydream and ask that question “when might I meet my penguin?”. I believe in love, so I haven’t given up, but I’m also not so stressed about it that I’m clinging to every possibility put there. I want a healthy love, not just any love.

I felt a little pang of wanting to be romanced and wished I had a lover who wanted to text me “Good Morning Beautiful” or something so sweet that makes me smile in that way only a lover can move me. To feel thought of in that way that women like to be thought of (well, me anyways).

Putting away my daydreams so as not to get lost, a knock at the door grounded my feet. It was UPS and thought at first it was the wrong apt. I don’t normally get packages.

Looking at the box, and not recognizing the sending address, I opened it to find a beautifully wrapped pressie. The card indicated it was sent from my friend Ta (obviously not her full name, but I haven’t asked her permission to call her out by name). I met Ta through my friend Aaron shortly before he passed, and she is a beautiful extension of friendship I had in him. His life literally rippled to mine.

I thought about slipping it under the tree, but thought “really?” and decided to open it right then and there.

Before me was one of the most beautiful snow globes I’ve ever held, and inscribed on the front is “Lia – Your Penguin is out there – Ta”

I cried.

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