Showing posts with label romantic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romantic. Show all posts

Thursday, February 14, 2013

The Higher Callings of Flowers and Chocolate



It’s Valentine’s Day and Facebook and Twitter are blowing up with statuses, images, tweets, and memes expressing more vehement oppositions than we saw through the entire election season. Single people are out in droves protesting the grave elitism of chocolate and flowers, baring their jealousy with fangs and herbicide  Sympathetic couples declare that it’s “just another day” and “show your partner you love them everyday.” More romantic couples are trying to convince such V-day haters to stop peeing on their Poptarts. Or in this case, Russel Stovers. It’s war out there people. Perhaps that’s why Cupid is depicted as an archer. But there’s much more to this holiday than the joining lips of lovers, and spitting mouths of singles. It appears that no one seems to get the point of the love potion tipped arrows.
Like most holidays, St Valentine’s Day begins with a legend. We like our legends here. It gives us the power of shouting ‘It’s just a made up bogus tradition” around any holiday or festival we are not fond of. Still, the legend of St. Valentine is one we should all consider carefully, before setting any Hallmark stores ablaze. As it is told, In third century Rome, Emperor Claudius Gothicus set many laws oppressing the Christian minority in his state. One of these edicts was that Christians were not allowed to marry. A minority group denied the right to marry by the government? Rings familiar doesn’t it?

Saint Valentine, who was Valentinus at the time, defied the Emperor by committing the brash crime of showing empathy and kindness and performing marriages of gay .. I mean Christian couples. For his troubles he was arrested and eventually beheaded. All for the sake of equal rights for those whom the law of the land prohibited their marriage.

Kind of a different perspective from let’s all eat chocolate and have sex while we point and laugh and single people, right? Saint Valentine worked in direct opposition of the government performing marriages the state had banned. Then he lost his life for it.


What would our reactions be if such occurred today? How would we feel if a pastor was arrested and beaten, and hanged all for the crime of acting on the belief that marriage is a human right and not a heterosexual privilege? How much would we, gay or ally, appreciate his sacrifice? Would we begrudge this modern martyr the honor of smelling a few roses and eating a piece of chocolate? Would we even accept that we picked the coconut one, because we celebrate the life and work of a person so important to ending our struggles? Do the Whites bitterly continue to clock in while only the Blacks take Martin Luther King Jr day off? Should single people curse such contributions and acts of love for those prohibited from marrying? Or do we all salute the overcoming of barriers to equality and those who worked and died for it?

It is my hope and plea, to all of those who decry Valentine’s Day to consider it’s deeper meaning. To understand how the actions of one man 18 centuries ago, apply so directly to the struggles of right now. Rights now. For all who hate or celebrate, remember too look beyond the pink and red, and perhaps see the rainbow waiting behind it. Look past smoochy couples, and perhaps see how that kiss will not seal a wedding ceremony for so many of your friends, or for yourself.
We have come far. We have so much further to go. Single or in a relationship, If you believe in equal rights, smell a flower, eat a chocolate, and remember the man who started this fight.


Saturday, August 4, 2012

An Important Lesson from Chickengate.

Yesterday, my partner and I did not go kiss in front of a Chick Fil A. We did not choose to abstain from the protest because my wife remains marginally closeted for professional reasons. We did not stay home because we couldn’t find information regarding which Chick Fil A to go to at what time. It was an experience we shared the night before that made us realize we don’t give a damn what Chick Fil A thinks.

Late Thursday night, like married couples do, my Sweetie and I quarreled. To vent my frustrations, I took our dog for a walk. Though I wasn’t gone long, when I returned my girl was already in bed reading a book. As I started to prepare for my shower, she took hold of my wrist and gave it a gentle tug, a cue to get in bed beside her. I was still in my street clothes and reeked of cigarette smoke, but I lay down on top of the covers and Sweetie pulled me into her arms. She stroked my hair and whispered “Baby, I’m sorry.” My, “I forgive you” was understood, but remained unsaid. Even after seven years, my wife’s embrace can leave me breathless. It was in that moment, as I intertwined my fingers with hers, and our cat wriggled his way into the middle of our cuddle, that I realized no amount of hate can touch this love.

There is no word can be said. There is no bill can be passed. There is no rock can be thrown, that will break-up this marriage. It is not a piece of paper stamped by a bureaucrat that makes us married. It is the way she bags up the trash for me to take it out. It is the kiss I place on her shoulder blade whenever I find myself behind her. It is the way we refer to each other as mom, or momma when talking to our pets, and shake our heads when we see the new “girls fashion” at Target. It is the box of her favorite candy hidden in the back of the pantry, and the bottle of my favorite tea picked up on the way home. It is learning to forgive the socks on the floor, but nagging about the leak under the sink. It is the frustration of one that other stayed late at work without calling. It is proofreading each other’s papers, presentations, and blog posts. It is giving in that she will talk on the phone while driving, but insisting that she use a bluetooth because I  worry. It’s laughing at the same in-jokes for half a decade and learning to love the produce stickers on the freezer door. It is the day I realized my aversion to juice or tea made with corn syrup was entirely her influence. It is reserving every “I told you so.” It's being the human dictionary to her human calculator, and always being in awe of her uncanny googling skills. It is the way she really listens when I blather about evolutionarily maladaptive traits in arachnids, or socio-political theory as represented in The Hunger Games or other such pedantry.  It's understanding each other's need for alone time and her coming to terms with my close friendship with my ex. It is forgiveness and learning to let go of grudges. It is that one thing each of us does that makes the other insane. It's the library fines incurred when I insist she read the book I just finished, and forget to renew it online. It is the midday text messages that say I am thinking of you. It is ending every phone call with “I love you” before “goodbye.” It is accepting that we will fight, and learning to fight fair. It is never going to bed angry, even if it means staying up til 2am,
that make our relationship as impossible to put asunder as any legal marriage. No amount of waffle fries can ever take that away.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Talk Nerdy To Me

We've all done it, though most of us won't admit it. We have all seen a beautiful person of our preferred gender across a crowded room and thought, "there stands an angel" or at least "there stands someone I want to bumb bodies with." When this occures the more daring will approach said heavenly creature and do our level best to make an impression that leads to a lifetime, or maybe a night of bliss. Some are better at this than others. I am not one of those people. But, I have had my share of success with the ladies and what follows is a greatest hits of my fortunes and follies of picking up chicks.

10 nerdy things I have done to get laid

1) Temporarily dyed my hair to match the dress of my prom date.
 
Did it work? Not at all
 
2) Turned paper "Conversation Heart" decorations into a little book asking girl out on a date.
 
Did it work? First Base
 
3) Won a party game consisting of anonymously writing a description of your dream date and asked a cute girl at the party if she wanted me to make that dream come true.
 
Did it work? Didn't even have to wait for the dream date to happen.
 
4) Sang love songs at Karaoke, dedicated to the woman I was hoping to bed.
 
Did it work? Everytime
 
             4a) Acted like a wannabe badass and rapped Eminem at karaoke
 
Did it work? NEVER
 
5) Spoke Spanish to a girl from South America; said her name was beautiful.
 
Did it work? She was from Brazil
 
6) Took out an ad in a local weekly confessing my love
 
Did it work? Not even when combined with the breakfast I bought her to ensure she read the ad
 
7) Texted lyrics to love songs from her favorite band during the middle of the work day.
 
Did it work? Absolutely
 
8) Broke out dance moves inspired by high school musical choreography and Dance Dance Revolution.
 
Did it work?  Not even a little bit
 
                     8a) Challenged the girl she was dating to a DDR off, 1980's teen movie style
 
Did it work?  I did get out of my pants, but only because of all the jumping and stomping while not wearing a belt.
 
 
9) Talked about what I had learned in school about the principal exports and political environment of a foreign girl's home country.
 
Did it work? Could have, but this could also be attributed to introducing said girl to my friend, Jack Daniels.
 
10) One word. Shakespeare
 
Did it work? "Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie"


This post is dedicated to my wonderful partner of (damn near) seven years for falling for my goofy butt and saving me from the dating scene. I love you Spiderman!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Poem of the Week! - Butterfly



My eyes flit around the room like butterflies,
From beautiful flower of face to face.
I dance in a garden of souls
Whose words touch me more deeply
Than hands ever will.
But my butterfly eyes cannot light too long
On one flower,
For fear that I will be caught staring.

What if he knew
How much I want him to know me
Or that I would that I would happily flit my wings
In his butterfly net?

But butterflies don’t flutter long with their wings ripped off
And Poets are too pretty for my own good.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Poem of the Week! - Love Poems

All I want to do is write you love poems!
But not shitty ones.
I won't say I can't live with out you, or every night I dream about you
Because I sincerely doubt you would believe me.
And you'd be right!
I don't toss and turn at night
With you in my head, but not in my bed
But I remember what that Old Will said
About parting being such sweet sorrow...
That's bull shit, we parted and the sorrow
Was not sweet
I felt like my heart was beat and
Ripped right out of my chest cavity.
Do you appreciate the gravity of what I'm saying?
I'm telling you
I love you truly
That this love is so unruly, it can't be quieted or put away
Just because I heard you say goodbye.
Baby.
Life without you is a world full of suck!
So can't we just make up
Go back to my place and...
Watch a movie or somethin'?