The Alternatives

Nuggets. It is 11:04 in Texas. I just watched some True Blood , turned the lights off, pet the cat, got ready for bed, and for some reason all I can think of is the day I die. And how terrifying, yet comforting that idea sounds. How uplifting it will be to leave my old life behind. All my burdens and worries; my hate and my fears. One day, I will close my eyes and never open them again. And I have no Idea when or how that will be. And it scares me. It has always scared me. I dream of dying peacefully. Maybe in my bed, or in my lovers arms. But not before I do what I set out to do. But not many of us get that right. Some of us die before accomplishing what we want. And that fucking sucks. Close your eyes. See that? All that darkness and emptiness and the feeling of nothingness is what comes next. When it comes to religion, I am very skeptic, but in short, I am agnostic, because I do have hope tjat there is a god, albeit a malevolent one, but a huge part of me begins to ...

Hello, Motherlovers. I write to you today as I prepare my partner some burgers. But since we have no burger buns, I have to improvise amd make him a Texas Patty. Minus the Texas toast, just regular...toast? Oh well. And as I do this, he sits at our office/kitchen dining room finishing some invoices and preparing to load the bong. Which we have appropriately named The Riddler due to it's green "trees". Of all to say, my relationship is not the most perfect. But I love it and would have it no other way. From the day we met to present day. An amazing journey. And August has helped cement and make our bond stronger. So, yes, It has it's flaws. Yet one thing my partner and I do a lot of is communicate. We always communicate - that and we live together. We are bound to talk at one point or another. But all jokes aside, communication is key. A lot of us want mind readers. I would know. I expect my partner to be one at a times. Just like he does with me. Just...