Go Gayly Forth

As some of the followers know I am not well. Some know that I suffer from damage to my brain and that it is terminal. I also suffer from serious complications as a direct result of the brain damage. I have downsized my life style over the past almost 10 years as I slowly succumb to this maladie. I live alone in a 450 sq. ft. apartment and I feel a sense of contentment and safety. I do however suffer time to time with mental issues. I have been in some of the darkest of places I never imagined I or anyone else could. Being unusually strong I weather these events well and seek help to make sure I do. Most of the time it is as if I am once again aboard my family yacht with the crew sailing on open waters, with blue skies, puffy white clouds, the movement of the boat and the sound of the water against the hull. Dolphins breaking through the waves as they follow along. Idyllic as it gets and I prefer it that way. So now as life goes on I pass the time following World Press and Blogger blogs and You Tube vloggers. Many of the vloggers are my distant cousins. This morning when I was awaken by an incessant pounding on my front door I should have known then it was going to be a bad day. The visiting nurse, physician assistant and medical staffers know to tap on the door and to come in as the door is unlocked. These dear souls then put on a pot of coffee and then come in and check on me in bed. Together we start my day and do the usual things and pass the hour with a cup of coffee and some fruit. They leave me and I do my thing for the rest of the day. I have a routine which includes work on a book based on my life. All the research matter and outlines and drafts of chapters are on my desk in the living room where anyone can see them. I have now hobbled using my canes as the knocking continues. I keep shouting to come on in but the pounding goes on. Really upset I yanked open the door and asked what the fuck is the matter with you. She asks if I am Mr. so and so and says she is my visiting registered nurse here for a visit. I am in my boxer briefs and need to urinate very badly and I turned away from her and said come in and sit down while I piss. She wanted to help and I said sit down and leave me alone. I relieve myself, splash water on my face and put on my robe and returned to the living room. She was going through some pages of my book and she drops them and looks at me and makes the statement “your gay”. I said yes and sat down. She then says I will be going now. I said “huh?” You haven’t checked my vitals I said. She says “I don’t touch any faggots and I am leaving”. I said “oh no your not. I am calling your bosses right now”. She goes to the front door, opens it and slams it behind her. Well it was a very interesting day I can tell you. I threatened a lawsuit and even called my attorney. A superior eventually arrived and we discussed the situation. She and I went round and round about the gay issue. She personally had no problem but she said I mislead them on a questionnaire I had filled out some years ago. She said I was supposed to inform them of such things that might affect the health of any health aide or caregiver they sent out. I asked “how many years have they been coming here off and on over the past nine years?” I said they all know it and are fine with it. What the hell is going on here? I finally asked her to leave. She says that she is so sorry that I am so terribly upset but that there is two sides to this situation and I am not willing to look at it. With that she was gone. My attorney arrived and insisted that he help me to “get myself cleaned up and dressed.” He helped me into the shower and I stood under the shower spray and cried until I shook. I took a Xanax and eventually calmed down. My attorney said that it was obvious that I had something I felt strongly about and I should tell him what it was. I said Supreme Court. He looked at me. I said this is America, The United States of America. We are no longer free. Our rights have been taken away from us by Donald Trump and company and Judge Thomas and wife and the likes of them. I said I don’t have to tell anyone I am gay when applying for the health services that I am entitled to under the law. Since when is it SCOTUS’s job to revisit a landmark decision made 50 years prior and rescind it? Next it will be right to same sex marriage. Since when have we become a theocracy? Not only am I no longer free neither are you. You stopped at two children and I assume you are practicing birth control. Well you may just find out that you mister legal advisor. I ranted for an hour and concluded with my civil liberties are now in the toilet. I asked him to leave and at the same time there was a knock on the door and a male nurse I recognized stuck his head in the door and asked if it was okay to come in. I said yes. I introduced him to my attorney. We all sat down. William, the nurse said he was there to apologize as best he could for what was going on within the health care agency. He said it was his personal observation that feelings were running high and peoples nerves were on edge. He said that he himself was gay and had never felt the need to come out and say it. He looked at my attorney and said do you go around and feel the need to say what religion you practice. It is no ones business but your own. I recognized that T___ was gay but why should I act any different because he is. The health care team that has been coming here all these years are like a family to T___ and I think he feels the same. The person who came here to day is no longer employed by our company. There will probably be a lawsuit of some sort but that’s the way it is. He said someone my come tomorrow or the next day just the way it has been happening for all the years I have been coming here. Please trust us. We will provide you with the same care we have been. The conversation went on for awhile longer and then they both left. My final words here are to be free is all I want. Isn’t that the American dream? To be free and treated as equals under the law. But I am afraid a man in orange hair and skin who has told a big lie has changed that forever and things will never be the same again. All I want is to be free and free to marry who I want just like Clarence Thomas did. Is that asking too much?

So Sean, I am sorry I just took out my frustrations and personal problem and feelings in the comments section of your today’s blog. I won’t do it again or at least not like this outpouring. Your a kind soul. Woody in Ohio and sending XOXOXO until the cows come home!
I have been playing my favorite song for hours and it helps. If we don’t unite and do something about the supreme court decisions shit is going to pop up all over in places no one ever dreamed or thought of.

The songwriter said:

“That song was birthed out of this thought that we all have stuff underneath that’s happening, and if we don’t deal with it in the proper way, it shows back up in different forms.”

American Dream by Judah & The Lion on YouTube

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

I’m a- I’m a – I’m a slave in the darkness
Alone in my apartment
I should have seen the warning, warning sign
Money don’t come easy
So most of us chained to being busy
‘Till we can earn a little piece of mind, mind

What does it mean
To be free, to be free in this American dream
Oooohhhh
Help me believe
Life is more than what we’ve been told it’s supposed to be
Oooohhhh

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

Ain’t it – ain’t it – ain’t it – ain’t it such a mystery
We’re still repeating our histories
Even with the warning, warning sign
Please, please help me out
Frustrated that this is
The selfish world that we’ve been given
Can we try and help each other out

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

So what does it mean
To be free, to be free in this American dream
Oooooohhhhhh
Help me believe
Life is more what we’ve been told
what we’ve been told

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free, be free

What does it mean
To be free

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11 thoughts on “Go Gayly Forth”

Neal Saye

June 30, 2022 at 10:04 PM

That’s a proud little llama!

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Debra She Who Seeks

June 30, 2022 at 11:28 PM

Yay, Jonathan Kent!

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- Sassybear
  
  July 1, 2022 at 6:36 AM
  
  Seemed fitting.
  
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Moving with Mitchell

July 1, 2022 at 3:40 AM

I never walk a straight line.

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- Sassybear
  
  July 1, 2022 at 6:38 AM
  
  Never. It’s gayly forth or nothing!
  
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Woody in Ohio

July 1, 2022 at 5:26 AM

As some of the followers know I am not well. Some know that I suffer from damage to my brain and that it is terminal. I also suffer from serious complications as a direct result of the brain damage. I have downsized my life style over the past almost 10 years as I slowly succumb to this maladie. I live alone in a 450 sq. ft. apartment and I feel a sense of contentment and safety. I do however suffer time to time with mental issues. I have been in some of the darkest of places I never imagined I or anyone else could. Being unusually strong I weather these events well and seek help to make sure I do. Most of the time it is as if I am once again aboard my family yacht with the crew sailing on open waters, with blue skies, puffy white clouds, the movement of the boat and the sound of the water against the hull. Dolphins breaking through the waves as they follow along. Idyllic as it gets and I prefer it that way. So now as life goes on I pass the time following World Press and Blogger blogs and You Tube vloggers. Many of the vloggers are my distant cousins. This morning when I was awaken by an incessant pounding on my front door I should have known then it was going to be a bad day. The visiting nurse, physician assistant and medical staffers know to tap on the door and to come in as the door is unlocked. These dear souls then put on a pot of coffee and then come in and check on me in bed. Together we start my day and do the usual things and pass the hour with a cup of coffee and some fruit. They leave me and I do my thing for the rest of the day. I have a routine which includes work on a book based on my life. All the research matter and outlines and drafts of chapters are on my desk in the living room where anyone can see them. I have now hobbled using my canes as the knocking continues. I keep shouting to come on in but the pounding goes on. Really upset I yanked open the door and asked what the fuck is the matter with you. She asks if I am Mr. so and so and says she is my visiting registered nurse here for a visit. I am in my boxer briefs and need to urinate very badly and I turned away from her and said come in and sit down while I piss. She wanted to help and I said sit down and leave me alone. I relieve myself, splash water on my face and put on my robe and returned to the living room. She was going through some pages of my book and she drops them and looks at me and makes the statement “your gay”. I said yes and sat down. She then says I will be going now. I said “huh?” You haven’t checked my vitals I said. She says “I don’t touch any faggots and I am leaving”. I said “oh no your not. I am calling your bosses right now”. She goes to the front door, opens it and slams it behind her. Well it was a very interesting day I can tell you. I threatened a lawsuit and even called my attorney. A superior eventually arrived and we discussed the situation. She and I went round and round about the gay issue. She personally had no problem but she said I mislead them on a questionnaire I had filled out some years ago. She said I was supposed to inform them of such things that might affect the health of any health aide or caregiver they sent out. I asked “how many years have they been coming here off and on over the past nine years?” I said they all know it and are fine with it. What the hell is going on here? I finally asked her to leave. She says that she is so sorry that I am so terribly upset but that there is two sides to this situation and I am not willing to look at it. With that she was gone. My attorney arrived and insisted that he help me to “get myself cleaned up and dressed.” He helped me into the shower and I stood under the shower spray and cried until I shook. I took a Xanax and eventually calmed down. My attorney said that it was obvious that I had something I felt strongly about and I should tell him what it was. I said Supreme Court. He looked at me. I said this is America, The United States of America. We are no longer free. Our rights have been taken away from us by Donald Trump and company and Judge Thomas and wife and the likes of them. I said I don’t have to tell anyone I am gay when applying for the health services that I am entitled to under the law. Since when is it SCOTUS’s job to revisit a landmark decision made 50 years prior and rescind it? Next it will be right to same sex marriage. Since when have we become a theocracy? Not only am I no longer free neither are you. You stopped at two children and I assume you are practicing birth control. Well you may just find out that you mister legal advisor. I ranted for an hour and concluded with my civil liberties are now in the toilet. I asked him to leave and at the same time there was a knock on the door and a male nurse I recognized stuck his head in the door and asked if it was okay to come in. I said yes. I introduced him to my attorney. We all sat down. William, the nurse said he was there to apologize as best he could for what was going on within the health care agency. He said it was his personal observation that feelings were running high and peoples nerves were on edge. He said that he himself was gay and had never felt the need to come out and say it. He looked at my attorney and said do you go around and feel the need to say what religion you practice. It is no ones business but your own. I recognized that T___ was gay but why should I act any different because he is. The health care team that has been coming here all these years are like a family to T___ and I think he feels the same. The person who came here to day is no longer employed by our company. There will probably be a lawsuit of some sort but that’s the way it is. He said someone my come tomorrow or the next day just the way it has been happening for all the years I have been coming here. Please trust us. We will provide you with the same care we have been. The conversation went on for awhile longer and then they both left. My final words here are to be free is all I want. Isn’t that the American dream? To be free and treated as equals under the law. But I am afraid a man in orange hair and skin who has told a big lie has changed that forever and things will never be the same again. All I want is to be free and free to marry who I want just like Clarence Thomas did. Is that asking too much?

So Sean, I am sorry I just took out my frustrations and personal problem and feelings in the comments section of your today’s blog. I won’t do it again or at least not like this outpouring. Your a kind soul. Woody in Ohio and sending XOXOXO until the cows come home!
I have been playing my favorite song for hours and it helps. If we don’t unite and do something about the supreme court decisions shit is going to pop up all over in places no one ever dreamed or thought of.

The songwriter said:

“That song was birthed out of this thought that we all have stuff underneath that’s happening, and if we don’t deal with it in the proper way, it shows back up in different forms.”

American Dream by Judah & The Lion on YouTube

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

I’m a- I’m a – I’m a slave in the darkness
Alone in my apartment
I should have seen the warning, warning sign
Money don’t come easy
So most of us chained to being busy
‘Till we can earn a little piece of mind, mind

What does it mean
To be free, to be free in this American dream
Oooohhhh
Help me believe
Life is more than what we’ve been told it’s supposed to be
Oooohhhh

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

Ain’t it – ain’t it – ain’t it – ain’t it such a mystery
We’re still repeating our histories
Even with the warning, warning sign
Please, please help me out
Frustrated that this is
The selfish world that we’ve been given
Can we try and help each other out

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

So what does it mean
To be free, to be free in this American dream
Oooooohhhhhh
Help me believe
Life is more what we’ve been told
what we’ve been told

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free

La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be
La-la-let, la-la-let me be free, be free

What does it mean
To be free

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- Sassybear
  
  July 1, 2022 at 6:46 AM
  
  Woody: please don’t apologize. Your thoughts are always welcome here and I appreciate getting to know you through your comments. I cannot begin to imagine your struggle to deal with such a debilitating condition and am awed by your determination to do what you can when you can. I am also horrified by the behavior of the medical staff. As if your medical challenges are not enough, you have to deal with such blatant discrimination and hate. I am so grateful the one male nurse showed up to talk to you and let you know you have an ally. Have you considered contacting the ACLU? I hope you get more support and help in getting the care you need and preventing such horrendous, immoral, and illegal treatment again. Please continue to share your story here or with me by email ( breenlantern@gmail.com ). I can at least offer support by listening and sending encouragement when you need it. Know you’re in my thoughts. Stay strong my friend.
  
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David Godfrey

July 1, 2022 at 7:31 AM

Back in the 1990’s there was a short lived TV show, Superboy, that was filmed in Orlando – when I was living there. Parts of it in a botanical garden, without a lot of facilities, if the views from the costume changes had been cut into the show, maybe it would have renewed for another season.

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- Sassybear
  
  July 1, 2022 at 7:52 AM
  
  I remember that show. It ran for four seasons and two different actors played super boy. I would not mind watching either of them change into anything. In case you don’t know there is a new Superboy (Jon Kent) who is the son of Superman and Lois – he has recently come out as bisexual.
  
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mcpersonalspace54

July 1, 2022 at 8:21 AM

I think that we will all really have to unite and stay strong and not let history regress.

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- Sassybear
  
  July 1, 2022 at 11:52 AM
  
  No truer words have never been written
  
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