Once, Twice, Three Times – This FAGGOT is Pissed

Once, Twice, Three Times – This FAGGOT is Pissed

He sighed and told me
It happened again
Another drive by

“Fucking Faggot!”
My anger bubbles
My shoulders tense

How does he remain calm?
I take deep breaths
To calm my boiling rage

As I regain my composure
My shoulders relax
Then I realize …

I’m still really pissed off

Las Vegas the True Epicenter

Friday night may signal our demise as a Superpower and the true decline of down home family values.

Beginning Friday, the Las Vegas Marriage Bureau ended it's era of 24 hour weddings on Friday and Saturday nights. Someone tell me how will a celebrity can get discretely married? How can the average Joe have a spontaneous wedding to his true love, the cocktail waitress he met at the craps table?

It is a sign, the beginning of the end.

Just Another Word

FAGGOT

A car drives past
A young man shouts
“FAGGOT”

Another word
Just like any other word.
Or is it?

A rainbow of emotions and questions …
Fear … Will they become violent?
Shock … How can this happen here?

Those thoughts flash in my mind
That flash is gone
Now it’s ANGER

Or is it RAGE
How dare that man call me a “FAGGOT”
He’s not a man … He’s a coward

Hiding in his car
Shouting “FAGGOT” while driving by
Frightened little coward

Every time I think about it
The RAGE
Surges within me

The RAGE frightens me
More than the coward
Who yelled “Faggot”

I take another deep, slow breath
Letting go of the rage
After all, faggot is just another word

Fortune Cookies

While in Chinatown, I picked up a bag of fortune cookies to munch on. My first tasty treat, produced some good fortune ... "You will do well to expand your business."

I suddenly remembered a delighfully immature game we used to play while reading our fortunes. Everyone at the table had to add, "...between the sheets" to the end of every fortune.

"You will do well to expand your business between the sheets."

I grabbed the next cookie to see what else would happen between the sheets.

"Find release from your cares, have a good time between the sheets."

That was it, I was hooked and had to know what other grand fortunes were in my future.

"Today is a good day for being with a companion between the sheets."
"Be careful not to overspend this month between the sheets."
"An upward movement initiated in time can counteract fate between the sheets."
"You have a friendly heart and are well admired between the sheets."
"You are only starting on your path to success between the sheets."
"An admirer finds you very charming between the sheets."
"Many admire your social and physical appearance between the sheets."
"You will find hidden treasures where least expected between the sheets."

Ten fortune cookies on top of lunch made for one hell of a full belly (can we say Buddha). Even if I couldn't live up to my fortunes that evening ... "My happiness was guaranteed ... between the sheets."

Flirting Gone Wrong

Last Sunday afternoon, Tim and I were hanging out at a local watering hole, Big Chicks. Just as Tim stepped away to chat with someone, a guy nearby took that as a cue to approach me. I noticed he had the look of someone on a mission to find a "date" for the evening.

I turned off the landing lights and radiod the tower, announcing it was too dangerous to land. Okay, so I just turned to observe another section of the bar, hopping the encounter could be avoided. My shutle hint went unnoticed and he landed right next to me.

"Hey", he blurts.
"Howdy", I mutter, as I realize he was barely able to stand upright causing the Over Served, Under Supervised warning signal to start flashing in my head.
Partially slured, he smiles and says, "You have lovely beady eyes."
"What?"
He slurs again, "You have such lovely beady eyes."
"Beady, hungh, usually, I get something like 'You've got lovely brown eyes'".
He chews on what I just said and then says, "Oh yeah, that's what I meant, brown"
"Thanks", I say as I get up to find Tim, "have a lonely night".