Day: June 9, 2015

Was dating a man who looked exactly like my grandpa’s pictures when he was just starting out in the Navy.  He acted like my grandpa did as well!  A true gentleman.  Eventually, he moved into my apartment with me.

He moved his futon chair into the front room of the apartment.  It converted to a full size bed when needed. Sure beat the heck out of fooling around on my bunk beds!  You remember the song about sleeping single in a double bed?  We were sleeping double in a single bed!  We had a walk in closet, bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen area.  Was a little cramped.  Had to listen to our elderly next door neighbors having loud sex at all hours of the day / night.  Don’t know where they got their stamina from.  Got tired of the drug busts happening in the complex, so we started looking for a new place…

Sundays seem to leave me feeling the most depresses for some reason.  Growing up and being forced to attend a church I did not like, sort of ruined the day far me, personally.  Can’t manage to shake what was literally beaten in to me.  Long periods sitting quietly on uncomfortable pews, making my butt ache with the desire to go outside and play.  Trees were calling me to climb them, but you are not allowed to get dirty in your Sunday clothes!

Tended to cause problems with the congregation by asking too many question about our faith.  Couldn’t understand why females did not generally get listened to or be allowed to join the dart ball team.  Was just one of the guys growing up, but physically was a female.

I think like a male, probably due to the fact I was my parent’s first kid and my father wanted a…

Love me for who I am, not who you fantasize me to be, not who I wish I was, but the plain Jane/John that I am.

What higher physical expression of love is there than sexual union? What unites the natural human passion for oneness to the oneness certified in marriage vows more perfectly than the ‘marital union?’  If so, shouldn’t this powerful act be permeated by honesty?

Because our culture is saturated with advertisements and shocking news lines, tweets, status updates, and the rest of the constant barrage of distractions, we never stop to question the current image of romance and love. Is it as beautiful as the cheap sex scenes beg you to think? Are all those shades of grey as satisfying as they beckon? Or is it all a sham made up of a series of constant stimuli and animalistic urges?

To love honestly is to know someone…

When standing here

with you

I don’t know what to do 

or who to be

A lost and broken

man

Holding out his

hands

I don’t know

where to turn

I was swept up by

you

Crushed and broken too

now I don’t know who I am…

© Kait King, 2015