Rule number one in Shannon’s Handbook for Success is to be a decent human being. Goodness knows I’m not always successful. After careful consideration, I committed myself to certain causes and try to do the right thing all the time. This is wearing at times, for your edification.
Let me state, for the record, that I am straight. I only like to have sex with men, which is a general description of heterosexuality. I support gay rights because I’m not an asshole. Largely because I am secure in my own sexuality, it doesn’t faze me in the slightest to post about gay rights, march in parades or wear rainbows. My favorite cousin is a lesbian…. This was as true when we were six as it is today. To my discredit, I use her and her wife as a sorting tool for men I date. If you cannot embrace these two wonderful women, you need not be a part of my life. When you persecute LGBT people, this is what you are actually supporting:
This is my cousin Debbie and her gorgeous wife, Laqueta. Please let me know how they are harming you. I don’t know why her nose is blue.
I support battered women because I was one. The primary monster in my bed was one scary SOB…. It’s been almost twenty years and I still have the occasional nightmare. Lately, my girlfriend (who has been a battered woman for a good long time) has been needing some support. I am providing that support where and when I can for several reasons. First, there was never anyone to fall back on when I was being battered. There are few things more alarming the absolute knowledge that you can’t go home. Next, back in the day, I promised myself that I would make myself available if I could help another woman. I couldn’t save myself or my children back then. But I can help the woman in front of me, right now, today…. I believe it honors the lives of the children I lost to my batterer’s fists.
One thing that always shocks the hell out of me is the family’s unwillingness to assist. Where there’s life, there’s hope. I know she keeps going back…. It takes the average woman SEVEN attempts to successfully leave their abuser. Again, average. That means it took some a whole lot more. If you aren’t there to pick up the fucking pieces, who will be???? Balls to the wall, people. Think back to when she was two…. What would you have done for her then?
I have free fallen many, many times. Typically, this occurs with three to five kids in tow and no parachute. I land on my feet because I have to. If I fall, there is no one to save me. This fact has made me strong and a little bitter. Life is hard. Stand up. Step up for your loved ones…instead of demanding they dance to your tune and follow your path. Be kind, always. It usually costs very little. Enjoy this cute puppy wuppy picture….