Thursday, July 30, 2015

Imitation of Life

Peaceful on my porch, looking out at the property soon to be ours, I hear the birds chirping and feel  a nice breeze finally starting to come in; having taken the last few days off of work to relax, it's 5:30 p.m. so I can freely break out my glass of red, and fill it to the brim with wine and ice. More often than not, things have to be done at their proper time.

Suddenly my peace is broken when I am more than startled by a noisy visitor flying almost directly in front of my face. Not being sure what it is, I am shaken by it's unwelcome presence so loud and strange; I would think it a hummingbird but it was disturbing, almost as if it's sole purpose was to interrupt  my solitude. Nothing like the other hummingbird's I have seen. It flew off in a far direction, as fast as it came.

I have been paying a lot more attention to nature lately. My In-Law's are selling their house and we are taking on some of the acreage; finally something that involves my decision instead of decisions already made for me, i.e. location, house, style, neighbors, etc. It will finally make me a part of this place I have lived for over 25 years.

Eyes more wide open than ever before, I appreciate how much everything around us needs nurturing.  I have taken nature for granted for many years because it didn't really matter to me, but now that it's something I want, and the time for it to be mine is just around the corner, I realize how much work will be involved. How much am I willing to commit and what will I reap? The answer is clear, only what I sow, and only the effort I put in.

Soon these hot days of July will be done.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Libra Rising

Good Morning!

Just over a year shy of my last writing anniversary, I randomly find myself back here;; I've thought about getting back to daily or weekly writing many times this past year, but I've never followed through (hmm...sounds like I've been reading someone's blog).  Spring...Fresh starts...Clean slates....New beginnings. Sounds like a plan.

 I'm looking for a new name for my blog. I'm getting too old and too tired to keep chasing ten. I'm happier trying to find ten (at a much slower pace) by looking inside of myself, rather than looking to other people to provide it for me.

I'm in an interesting place at this point in my life. I've met a lot of people, had a lot of different experiences (some I never imagined I would have) and have come full circle in the sense that life for me at this point, is about creating a legacy to leave behind when I'm gone; something almost tangible, for other's to hold onto and/or be inspired.  It's a tall order, but I am 5'8" and a half.

I'm not out to impress. I'm more about the business of being impressed, and about how many eggs I can put in my basket, that will help me understand where I am going to, and help me to get there. I guess that's a big way of saying knowledge. I'm in search of wisdom and knowledge.

While I'm at this, just to let you know, (dare I say it), I'm happy. Yes, happy. A word I seem to be so afraid of saying out loud because as soon as I do it will be snatched away, not unlike Pherrell's glory, shortly after winning a Grammy for his "Happy," when a jury found Pherrell and Robin Thicke guilty of plagiarism for their "Blurred Lines" song, over Marvin Gaye's, "Got to Give it Up." 

They did call it "Blurred Lines;" shouldn't that have counted for something?

Monday, May 5, 2014

Beautiful Mess

Dear Chasing Ten,

I just wanted to let you know I'm still here.  I know it's been a really long time; actually, I wasn't sure how to get back to you but I muddled through, and here we are.  My old friend.  Even though I'm away in words, I'm always with you in thought.

So much has gone on and for better or worse, here we are.....A Beautiful Mess....You and Me.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Intrinsic Value

Considering myself to have led a sheltered life, in that I never knew what it was to really lose a friendship, be "unfriended" on Facebook, or have arguments that caused me to say words that would make my Grandmother roll over in her grave(until these last few years), has been quite the experience. Finding myself in the company of gay males more often than not (by choice,I might add), it has become very apparent to me that there are no "mean girls" on the planet, as mean as a gay man scorned. On the flip side, there is nothing that makes me smile as big as seeing a gay man in the throws of forgiveness or the height of happiness.

I have developed somewhat of an addiction to friendships with gay men and for good reason. My Mother was what I would consider a great Mother, given what she had to work with (that's my way of letting her off easy). Comes to be, she never really knew that she was supposed to protect me from a lot of things in life. This in turn caused me to be very insecure (which I myself never realized until recently) but more so made me realize that I have lived most of my life in fear, afraid of everything. Afraid of going to Hell, afraid of getting fired from my job, afraid of how someone might respond to me, afraid for my children, my marriage, and even afraid of being afraid.

That said, there has never really be anyone in my life that protected me and made me feel like I could rely on them, and not be afraid of something (except my Brother when I was a kid; unfortunately he turned out to have a drug addiction and is now dead). This has made me the dominant person in my relationships. Dominance is a very male oriented characteristic which long way around, explains why I am more comfortable in the company of men. Gay men especially, as the threat of any indiscretion is completely eliminated. Having gay male friends is almost like being in a brotherhood, for me. It's a place where I can be who I am, open up, and trust. No pretense, no competition, no judgment.

 My therapist seems to think this is a sign I'm either a Lesbian or that  I'm not happy in my marriage. I have assured her that I have no physical attraction to women and the main reason I have female friends honestly, is because that what society warrants. I have never really been able to open up to my female friends; ironically now I know why, it's because of my insecurity and my inability to trust (possibly women) in my life. After all, why do you think women prefer male hairdressers? It's because when a female tells you your hair looks like shit you know it looks amazing; when a male tells you it looks like shit, it looks like shit. As far as my marriage, I'm not going to lie; I love my Husband but my marriage is work; I don't know anyone who after 26 years is telling the truth if they say it's not. The only "sign" here is that I'm the dominant partner in my marriage and I need friends (i.e. men)  I can relate to, to help me get through my day. .

Although one might think this some kind of a "condition" or "fetish" in and of itself, I actually look at it simply as gay men having intrinsic value in my life. Their friendships make me feel good because I have someone to share my thoughts with who aren't judging me the way some women might. They are friends that can see things from a dominant perspective and give me advice I can trust and that is pertinent to my life.

This is good because it helps me find solutions to a lot of my problems, which in turn enables me to have a more clear head. I can then more fully appreciate the good things in my life. This is important because I've earned them. I am a good person. I do good things. I deserve to be treated well. I deserve not to be afraid or live my life in fear. I deserve to be able to let my guard down and trust someone enough to protect me, even if its only for advice, simply because that's the way life should be.

Everyone deserves not be afraid. Everyone deserves to be able to let their guard down, even if only for a little while. Everyone deserves to have someone in their life of intrinsic value. Thank you to all of the gay men in my life. I love you with all my heart and the value of your friendship to me, is priceless.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Chasing Ten

Sometimes I feel so sad I honest to God feel like I could curl up in a ball and die but within minutes, I see a post from a friend, hear my daughters laugh, or my husband gives me a big smile and a hug; suddenly all is better, at least for five minutes.

I'm not even sure what I'm really going through right now; I have so many emotions flowing from minute to minute, hour to hour. Alone, deceived, manipulated, na├»ve, lost, abandoned; open, wise, intellectually stimulated, enlightened, found, and welcome. My heart wants to commiserate, my mind wants to move forward. I don't have time to play these games with myself. I have responsibilities, commitments, and much to look forward to.  Oddly the one thing I do not feel is depressed.

Back to counseling yesterday, my therapist called me  a "genius," and made it clear that I am very in touch and aware of my situation; this makes for a lot of interesting discussion and gets me through faster. She said I make her job easy; I'll take that as my head being in a good place. Unfortunately, it doesn't come with a discount.

I am very anxious to get started on my new blog. For as many times as I have thought I need to delete "Chasing 10," I haven't been able to go through with it. Much of it represents a lot of pain and heartache from my past, but much of it also represents finding myself and gives meaning to where I have been, and where I am going.

Part of my homework assignment from my therapist includes expanding my social circle; finding friends that can meet my intellectual and social needs, especially during the evenings. I've found some "meet up" groups in my area that involve writing, and a diverse coffee klatch that involves music, one of my great passions. I'm very excited about both.

The mistakes of my past will not be the errors of my future. I am worthy of much more.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Bumming Around

I was invited by a friend this past Sunday to go to "Camp Davis" (aka "Gay Camp").  I had previously been to a "Gay Camp" a few years back but that was during "Friends and Family" weekend. Both camps are clothing optional, but  when I visited  the first time, all of the boys had their fig leaves on (due to the special weekend). This weekend at Camp Davis, clothing was optional, and lets just say the phrase "bear in the woods" took on an entirely new meaning.

Nervous about how things would go, after all, I'm not one who enjoys looking at the jangly parts of men, not even those of my husband, I forged on. Determined to keep my eyes up,  I circled around the camp in my car when I first arrived, spotting a bare bum here and there. "I can do this," I thought to myself as I smiled and waved. Admittedly, I don't mind seeing a nice bum on occasion, and don't know anyone who does.

Registering at the office included buying a membership. Apparently you have to be a member to visit. This I did not know.  Although I have no intention of returning anytime soon (unless I have a hankering for toasted marshmallows) it always feels good to belong.

I met my friends who were fully clothed (the entire time) but sadly, my female counterpart was not able to make it, which left me the only woman at camp. I will say that although I was a bit saddened, it wasn't an entire loss because for me, being surrounded by a camp full of gay men, is this girls dream.

We spent the afternoon by the pool, had lunch with another group of campers, and enjoyed the day. I have to say that I surprised myself because if nothing else, I proved what I can do if I put my mind to it. This was a lesson in self control and facing (what could have been) one of the most uncomfortable situations I have ever encountered. Not only did I have an experience of a lifetime (to borrow a phrase), I  succeeded in achieving  "security in insecurity."

Thursday, August 29, 2013


In May, my Mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. It was stage one and less than one-half inch (1/3 cm) in size. A partial mastectomy was done shortly thereafter, and she was prescribed six weeks of radiation treatment. Today, she finished her treatment and is Cancer-free.

I can't begin to tell you how proud of her I am; she went from sleeping until Noon everyday, going to bed at 3am, and never eating right (she is insulin diabetic), to going to bed by 10pm, getting herself to her appointments everyday by 9:45 am, and has lost a few pounds.

She looks better now than before she started her treatment. She's not very spry due to her weight and arthritis (she underwent two total knee replacements a few years ago) but she's very young at heart and still gives the best Motherly advice I've ever heard.

Not her "best photo,"she agreed to let me post it; this was just after she finished her last radiation treatment.  They gave her "booby beads" for having to show her boobs (during treatment). Believe me, she earned them!

Even though she is responsible for a least half of my crazy, we've learned to make a pretty good team, and I love her with all my heart.