Well hello old friend. I hope you’re doing well. It’s been a few days since we talked.
I’m just lounging here in my underwear, coughing up a lung. I seem to have started a new tradition: getting sick on Christmas. Last year, I spent Christmas in the hospital because I had vomited myself into dehydration. This year is less intense, but I do have a painful sore throat, ongoing cough, and pounding headache.
I’d been saving up my vacation days at work for months. I took the entire week after Christmas off with plans to have a wonderful, relaxing break. Um… not happening. But enough bitching. Christmas itself was pretty good.
L-O-V-E
Rodney and I have been buying each other cards for almost 6 years. We have never bought the same card. I always kind of wished we would. It just seems magical somehow. This year, it finally happened. We bought each other the same beautiful, sappy Christmas card. This made us both kinda mushy, because it felt like we were on exactly the same page.
More Smiling with the Family
Last year was plagued with arguing thanks to my brother and his wife. They decided to find their version of God and of course their version hates fags, so they tried to say Rodney wasn’t family and I was a bad influence on their kids.
This year, I was intent on keeping a positive attitude. At first, there was a lot of tension in the air at my parents’ house. I thought to myself “This is ridiculous. I’ve been through all kinds of struggles with homophobia in my life. I’m bigger than this. I refuse to be uncomfortable in the house I grew up in.”
So I started talking directly to my brother (he hates that) and conversing with his wife. I asked direct questions about their life, work, etc and that forced them to participate. Pretty soon, the tension was gone and we were all talking.
Not everything in life is about being gay. Rodney and I are humans, too.
All in all, it was pretty good. After they left, Rodney and I played a board game with my parents. That was a lot of fun too. Good times.
Ready for 2007
I always feel this inner excitement about the oncoming new year. I don’t know why. Time is just a concept, it doesn’t really matter what year we are in, right? But it always feels like a new start. I have learned so much in 2006, it feels like 10 years worth of knowledge rather than just 1. I’m ready to apply what I’ve learned to 2007, because I think it’s going to be an amazing year for me.
Happy New Year!