Sunday, July 15, 2012

Aping the apes.

A wedding with guns!  Well, the groom had a knife, but the rest of them had guns.

I felt so much for Papi, as it was a difficult social time in the 'man zone'.  He's still learning how to fit in with the bio-males.

He relates more to the women, and sometimes, the man on the arm of a woman will react a little adversely, confusing my love's 'relating' with more than friendly chatter.

My love expressed his feelings about his strife and all I could come up with was, "I think you should just ape them.  Whatever they do, you do."

He had good practise with the suffering addict at our reception table.  That poor soul was so hammered, he just kept giving mi esposo fist bumps along with the occasional, "Dude!  Right?!"

Sometimes, for no reason at all.  He'd just come out of his stupor to join in the conversation for a moment and agree with whatever was being presented at the time.

None-the-less, he was a great practice person for Papi.

My love looked so handsome.  I was proud to be on his arm.

Especially, when the typical 'mean girls' in the parking lot didn't like the fact that my dress was hugging and exposing every curve of my healthy figure.

Oh, how I had my booty out proud yesterday.

I suppose those catty girls didn't like it, and when they were being the usual 'point and gossip bitches', my love silenced them with an aggressive, "Knock it off," in Papi's way of meaning business.

I couldn't be bothered to look and see if they adhered to his warning.  All I cared about was that my love was proud of how I looked as well.

I'm getting more accepting with being seen as the straight couple.  At least we're donned in tattoos, and don't look like the 'normal', conservative couples that were looking toward us with curiosity.

It will definitely make life easier in the Dominican Republic.

On our last visit, I was accosted by homophobic bible thumpers who told me if I prayed, their god would take away my being gay.

It took everything I had not to fight with them.  I know that this will be my biggest challenge when we're there.  The religious zealots are everywhere.

Even at the wedding last night, I had a very difficult time, when before we ate, they gave a prayer for food.

They asked us to stand and bow our heads.  I cringed, sarcastically sighed and rolled my eyes at their 'oh heavenly father' thanks for food.

I would rather thank The Chef Extraordinaire for their hard work.

I seriously just found my ability to understand my own spirituality over the past couple of years.

The accident woke an aspect of my belief system, but when faced with the crap I had to grow up with, I get a rather repugnant taste in my mouth.  Not to mention the little grunts of 'oh for fucks sakes' will sneak out when I'm not paying attention to my mouth.

My love will give me the eye of 'don't be a bad one, honey', coupled with a nudge, that will nip my discourse in the bud.

So, I stood.  I bowed.  I behaved.  Still, I cussed them all in my mind, while concealing it with a smile.  I find it quite offensive that anyone would force another person of a different belief to pray to their god.

That's another reason I'm grateful to have found such connection with Judaism.  Their belief is that you don't actually say 'god's' name.

That's perfectly fine by me.  I'm happy when I don't have to follow the rules of my upbringing.

I remember being knocked upside the head for saying the usual teen phrase of, "Oh my god!" with that valley girl drawl we would all have.

"Don't you use the lords name in vain," I would hear as my head took a whoopin'.

Anyway, I survived their prayers to zombie Jesus and ate their amazing meal, appreciating every bite with my own gratitude for food, and the enjoyment of sharing a beautiful day with two people who allowed Papi and I to hear wedding vows all over again.

I found us nodding our head to some of the words during the service.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

Love is all you need.

i feel fulfilled and joyful

8 comments:

  1. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
    There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
    Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
    Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
    It's easy.
    There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
    No one you can save that can't be saved.
    Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
    in time - It's easy.
    :D x

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    1. learning learning learning.

      live and let live.

      when in rome, do as the romans do.

      i guess that's all within reason :)

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  2. Wow. What an exciting social situation.

    I mean, I've always had a hard time fitting into social situations in general. I'm a little awkward. But this is... wow.

    On the upside, mirroring whatever social behavior is in front of you is pretty much how the apes learned, and Papi is probably quicker on the uptake than average.

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    1. it is strange katy! i wouldn't really know what to do, as i have enough trouble just keeping myself myself.

      i would hate to have to change my personality to fit in.

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  3. Holy heavenly hosts Batgurl! Zombie Geezus! I love saying it. I got asked to say 'grace to god' one fine Xmas dunner - smiled and said "Sorry I don't believe in Zombies I'm just here for the food." My overly relugious uncle went beserko.

    Question: Christ was Jewish/Hebrew so why aren't his followers cool with Judaism?

    As for Adam/Eve and sins err Sons and company- where did the wives come from? Who made them (up)

    Did Eve sleep (have sex with) her own prodigy? Are we all descended from a bunch of motherfuckers?

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    1. i have all these questions too. my theory is, if people magically appeared then, they would be magically appearing now.

      all a bunch of lies meant to have power over people. especially women.

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  4. Those questions made him completely lose it. Table smashing spittle spitting vein popping fun.

    But still no serious answers.

    U two had fun, shared love and came out squeaky clean from the encounter with those poop flinging apes!

    Yer fellow homoeructus
    Hyck

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