Posts Tagged ‘love’

For Bug

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

For little more than a year, I've been friends with Tanis, a blogger who's famous in Canada, which is kind of like being rich in Romania. I mean, I guess some of you may have heard of her outside of the Great White North, but mainly because I've written about her several times before. This time, though, it's a bit more serious. It's about today, and what today will be like for my friend.

Tanis, I'm sorry. I didn't know who you were four years ago when your son Bug died. I wasn't there to see you glassy-eyed, barely functioning, enduring a flow of well-wishers and supporters, and then struggling to survive when that flow dried up. I wasn't there to sit with you quietly, offering nothing more than the solace of another person's company.

I have never experienced loss on a level even close to yours. I can only try to use what I do know, from knowing you and being your friend, to offer my love and support. I know that Bug was loved deeply by his mother and his father and his brother and his sister. I know that he will live forever within your heart. And I know that even though the pain will never go away, your fond memories of his time on this earth will grow stronger until the hurt is more bearable. And that doesn't mean that your love was or is or will ever be any less.

Today is going to be a hard day. Today you will be mourning one son while celebrating the birthday of your newly adopted son. How do you do both? How do you separate a celebration of a lost life and a celebration of a new one?

If I can be presumptuous, let me answer that. You don't. Every time you embrace Jumby, every step you take while carrying him, every minute you spend with him at the doctor's, helping him to grow stronger, you are celebrating life. You are living life to the fullest, taking that love that Bug had for you and you had for him, and investing it in the world. In Jumby. In Fric and Frac. And that's the best way to remember your son that I can think of.

I wasn't there to sit with you then, but I'm here now. And I encourage everyone who is reading this to sit quietly for a moment for Tanis. And then take your love and invest it. Love always pays dividends.

Lovebugs: a lovestory

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

lovebugs

As I perambulate the pool every hour on orders from my surgeon and my mother, I've noticed that our backyard has become a haven for horny lovebugs.


They flock by the thousands to the grass and low-hanging plants on the perimeter of the pool, and scurry across the deck with very important business in mind. I got really low to the ground so I could overhear what they were saying:

LB#1 (Maurice): "Hey baby, where you goin'? You lookin' mighty fine."
LB#2 (Alex): "I'm a dude, dude. What the fuck?"
Maurice: "My bad, my bad. We all look the same with our red heads and black asses. Hope you get lucky tonight!"
Alex: "Yeah, no problem. I got a sexy piece over by the slide who said she'd wait for me."
Maurice: "Run, Forrest, run! Heh heh."

A new lovebug runs by. Maurice approaches cautiously: "Umm, hey, are you a chick?"
LB#3 (Jenny): "Hell yeah I'm a chick. What the fuck do you call all of this?"
Maurice: "Calm down, calm down, jeez! Don't get your ugly-ass panties in a bunch!"
Jenny: "Hrmph. Go fuck yourself, loser."

Maurice looks a bit desperate now. With sweat rolling down his brow, he spies a much heavier lovebug waddling by. He's willing to go for it: "Hey baby, I bet you got a sweet pussy just waiting for some lovin'!"
As LB#4 gets closer, it splits into four separate lovebugs: "Are you fucking talking to us?"
Maurice: "Shit!"
LB#4, 5, 6, and 7 swarm on Maurice and beat him up. "Good luck dying alone, loser."

Maurice lies in the gutter, one leg twitching. "All . . . I wanted . . . was . . . some love." he gasps.
LB #8 (Rachel) approaches: "Um, hi."
Maurice (weakly): "Hi."
Rachel: "Are you going to be okay?"
Maurice: "I think so. I just don't want to live this short lifespan without meeting the right person, you know?"
Rachel: "I know what you mean. Here, let me help you up."
Maurice: "Thanks, sweet tits. Umm, I mean, ma'am. What's your name?"
Rachel: "Rachel. You?"
Maurice: "I'm Maurice."
Rachel: "It's nice to meet you."
Maurice: "I know this might be forward of me, but we don't have too long. Would you like to permanently link our asses together so we can have lots of lovebug babies?"
Rachel: "That sounds very nice. I'm glad I met you, Maurice."
Maurice: "Me too, Rachel. Me too. I can't wait to see our first group of babies. They're all being named after you. Rachel, Rachella, Rachelo, Rach, Rachie, Racharino, Racheleriffica,…"
Rachel giggles: "Oh, Maurice."

And then I accidentally stepped on them when I stood up.

The lesbians I love

Sunday, February 1st, 2009

Is it that they're unattainable, undeniably cute, or is it just awesome to think about them having sex with other women? There's something about certain lesbians that makes me swoon.

Here are the lesbians I love*:

Jamie, Top Chef, Season 5

Jamie, Top Chef, Season 5


I think it's a combination of her tattoos and her attitude. Yes, I know, I don't like tattoos, but on her? They work. And by work, I mean they make my loins tingle.


Ani DiFranco, singer

Ani DiFranco, singer


Some people were disillusioned when she got married to a man, but I fell in love with her in college when she was still 100% full-on lesbian. Her looks aren't traditionally hot, but something about her lyrics transforms her into a Sapphic goddess!


Portia de Rossi, actress

Portia di Rossi, actress


I liked her on Ally McBeal. I loved her in Arrested Development. I lust her now.


Lindsay Lohan, actress

Lindsay Lohan, actress


I know, her lesbianism is probably a phase, but right now, at the height of her vagina-centric lifestyle, I am in love. And I want to play connect the dots with her freckles. With my penis.


Tatu - musical group

Tatu - musical group


Is there anything hotter than a Russian lesbian musical duo that bounce around in their panties? I think not.


Amanda Palmer, singer, Dresden Dolls

Amanda Palmer, singer, Dresden Dolls


I've already talked about my love for Amanda Palmer. Something about her dusky voice, wickedly sharp lyrics, and out there attitude really palms my Amanda.


Sinead O'Connor, singer

Sinead O'Connor, singer


Between the Irish accent, the feisty attitude, the gorgeous eyes, and the amazing music, Sinead O'Connor is everything I've always wanted in a lesbian!

For the men, which lesbians do you love? I'm sure there are a few I'm missing.
For the women, which gay men do you love? If I was a woman, I'd probably say Neil Patrick Harris, personally.

*May include women who are merely bisexual, which, in my mind, counts.

Is the 7th anniversary the dildo anniversary?

Monday, October 13th, 2008

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Happy anniversary, sweetie!

VD makes you itch

Thursday, February 14th, 2008
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Happy VD!

6 years

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

I love you very much, sweetie!

Here is the direct link.

When animals attack

Monday, September 17th, 2007

Saturday was the day.

The fateful day.

My Real Wife and my Work Wife (formerly my Blog Wife) were spending time together.

Without me.

While drinking.

Lots and lots of alcohol.

By having the woman who has seen that tattoo of the Martian Manhunter on my taint talk frankly with the woman who has actually touched said tattoo, only bad things could happen.

Acting as Designated Driver, I chauffeured the two drunk women home and attempted to find out what they discussed during their evening out. Fuckin' whores wouldn't tell me.

So now, my imagination has run wild . . .

Real Wife: So, what's it like working with Avitable? (Yes, my Real Wife calls me Avitable)

Work Wife: Well, he only seems to work in spurts of about 30 seconds at a time, and then he's exhausted and wants to sleep.

RW: Sounds like our sex life.

WW: Really? According to how he tells it, he's like John Holmes with the stamina of long-distance runner.

RW: More like Oliver Wendell Holmes with the stamina of a small-fused firecracker.

WW: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

RW: HAHAHAHAHA!

WW: Seriously, though, it's not too bad. But enough with the working in the underwear already!

RW: Well, I've tried to go through and throw away the pairs that have holes in the crotch so his balls aren't always hanging out.

WW: I think you've missed a few pairs. And he definitely needs to shave or wax or something. It's like he shoved a bear rug down the front of his manties!

RW: His ass is even worse. It's like a Chia Pet gone wild.

WW: Oh, I know! My first day of work he treated me to four separate moonings. The one where he bent all the way over will scar me for life. I wake up randomly in the middle of the night screaming silently at least once a week now.

RW: I can tell you, eight years later, it does not get better. I still have my weekly ass-crack nightmare. If Avitable wakes up when it happens, he just laughs and laughs.

WW: That girly, high-pitched giggle?

RW: HA! Yup, that's the one. I swear, between the giggles, the room sprays, and the Gilmore Girls, he is such a woman.

WW: He told me that I was being mean and that I should be more sensitive yesterday.

RW: I hope you took away his man card.

WW: Not only did I take away his man card, I made him do Time Out in the corner for an hour.

RW: Good for you. He also hates it when you call him Ahmoo. Just don't use it too much or he might cry.

WW: Awesome! I'm so glad that we decided to do this. It's driving Avitable crazy, too.

RW: I know, and that's part of the fun!

WW: Hey, let's make out!

RW and WW: Muamauamammmauamaumaslurp.

And it begins . . .

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

The fall is the busy time for my wife. She leaves tomorrow at 7 AM and will be gone, off and on, until the last week of October. She'll be traveling everywhere from LA to Philadelphia to Seattle to Alabama, just to name a few.

Amy enjoys traveling for business, and I have no problem being a bachelor for a week or so, but when it's this long, it gets a bit tiresome for both of us.

So I've decided that I need to put an ad out for someone to help do all of the things that Amy usually does. Here's what I was thinking:

Needed: Strong-willed woman to clean dishes, do laundry, hang my shirts that can't be dried in the dryer, wash dog, tidy house, go to the movies thirty minutes ahead of time with me, change sheets, put toilet paper on the dispenser, make me laugh, pick up my socks, get the mail, water plants, change light bulbs, go grocery shopping, do small home repair, walk dog, fill soap dispensers, feed dog, make cereal for me to eat in the morning, clean gutters, fix roof, put steak out to thaw, sew holes in my shirts, throw away my shredded socks and underwear, laugh at my jokes, give dog medicine, tie my shoelaces, pinch my butt, and wake me up in the morning. Must be 5'10" or taller, weigh no more than 125, and be able to stare down a rhino with a condescending look. Compensation will be in the form of dinners out, small random compliments, occasional appreciation, and sexual favors that will last between 12-14 seconds.

I'm expecting there to be hundreds of applicants banging down my door.

100 Things Part 6

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

In 100 Things: Part 1, I told you 21 things about my family. Then, in 100 Things: Part 2, I told you 19 eccentric things about myself. Then, 100 Things: Part 3 was about my wife. 100 Things: Part 4 was all about the weird and cool things I've seen or done. 100 Things: Part 5 was about some of the strange things I hate. And now, here's Part 6:

100 Things: Things I Love

Rather than pick up on the things that I obviously love (cheeseburgers, my wife, lettuce, etc.), I've decided to focus on some of the things that I love that are less obvious. Here goes.

I love:

20. A huge rolling thunderstorm that shakes the windows each time the thunder roars and pours down sheet after sheet of water.

19. Driving 110 mph through four lanes of traffic like it's a chessboard.

18. Walking in the door and taking off my pants.

17. Watching someone open a gift.

16. Swimming bare-ass naked.

15. Taking an entitled, pretentious fuckstick down a notch.

14. When the icing on generic grocery store birthday cake has been in the fridge and is solid enough to pull off the cake.

13. Getting to the movie theater early with Amy and sitting in the middle seats in the row that has the bar in front so you get more leg room, then sitting there and talking while the trivia replays over and over again.

12. Eating a huge holiday meal, then going right to bed and sleeping until the next morning.

11. Curling up somewhere warm and reading an entire book while the entire house is completely quiet and still.