You might be wondering about the title of this post... it's actually a line from a Melissa Etheridge song called "Threesome".
Anyway, just as a taste of the song here are the lyrics of the chorus
I don't wanna have a threesome
I don't wanna sleep with nobody else
I don't wanna be a swinger
I'd rather keep you all to myself!
I've got enough spice in this family life
I don't need an affair with a friend
I don't wanna have a threesome... ever again!
Now, if you read my previous post you will see that this post is about something that reminded me of my father.
One of the most disgusting things that Dad did was force my mother to prostitute herself for profit. If she refused to go he would beat her up! The agency he created (illegally) was called 'Lamplighter Agency'. I also believe he was grooming my sister and I to become employees (I was 10 at the time and my sister was 14).
Well, it was the 1970s and it was trendy to be a 'swinger'... having group sex and not-so-secret affairs with both women and men since he was bisexual. Guess it was a leftover from the hippie era that he and mom grew up in.
But it occurred to me today to wonder what would have happened if, in the process of his forcing her to have sex with other women, she had decided that she preferred women over men and left him. That would have been poetic justice! I laughed when that occurred to me. I mean, mom admits that even though she enjoyed it that it really wasn't 'her'! As it was she left him for one of the guys he made her go with.
Personally, I've never done anything risque like that... unless of course you count being a lesbian as risque! Nor do I ever want to do anything like that. Perhaps because I saw the results of that type of behavior.
It may surprise you that I show a conscience over something like that. Maybe you think I am immoral for being a lesbian and that other immoral behavior shouldn't be an issue because of that. But I believe that sex is very private and should be between two people who love one another and should be committed to one another to the exclusion of all others... no different to the heterosexual view is it? Shock, horror, I'm still human... and still capable of morality!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Freaky thoughts... how weird
I had a couple of really freaky thoughts today... both in relation to my Dad (though why I was thinking about him I'm unsure). Anyway, I'll deal with the two issues in separate posts.
The first one that occurred to me is the fact that I am now older than my father was when he passed away. It's one of those things that really makes you think about your mortality.
My father died on July 18, 1980 at the age of 42 as a result of heart disease.
I guess I can take comfort from the fact that he died 11 years after his first heart attack. I remember a story he told about his stay in hospital when he had it. He was laid in bed bemoaning the fact that he'd had a heart attack at the age of only 31. Complaining that this was something that should only happen to old men. Anyway, he finally decided to break free of his self pity long enough to ask the 'kid' (18 years old) in the bed beside him what he was in hospital for, the reply:..."I had a heart attack". Ouch!!! At that moment Dad decided not to feel sorry for himself (though from the way he acted you wouldn't have known it). Still, it taught him a lesson that heart disease is no respecter of age.
The other thing that I personally believe contributed to his demise was his own personality. You see, he was one of those 'stress heads'. You know the type... they freak out about the tiniest things and every little failing within their family is a deliberate and direct attack on him personally (yes, he was very abusive). I suppose I can be thankful that I am much more laid back than he ever was, something that my children can vouch for :) They kinda view me as a 'cool' mom rather than a parent who is completely out of touch with the issues facing them. It's a good relationship to have with your teens/young adults.
The only thing I have got in common with my father in relation to health is that 12 years ago I was diagnosed as having high cholesterol levels (which is something I'm sure he had also but they didn't really know about high cholesterol and it's link to heart disease at the time that he died). I also tend to have heart palpitations.
But yeah, it was kinda freaky to realise that I am actually older (at 43) than he was when he died. Hopefully I've got plenty more years in me yet!
The first one that occurred to me is the fact that I am now older than my father was when he passed away. It's one of those things that really makes you think about your mortality.
My father died on July 18, 1980 at the age of 42 as a result of heart disease.
I guess I can take comfort from the fact that he died 11 years after his first heart attack. I remember a story he told about his stay in hospital when he had it. He was laid in bed bemoaning the fact that he'd had a heart attack at the age of only 31. Complaining that this was something that should only happen to old men. Anyway, he finally decided to break free of his self pity long enough to ask the 'kid' (18 years old) in the bed beside him what he was in hospital for, the reply:..."I had a heart attack". Ouch!!! At that moment Dad decided not to feel sorry for himself (though from the way he acted you wouldn't have known it). Still, it taught him a lesson that heart disease is no respecter of age.
The other thing that I personally believe contributed to his demise was his own personality. You see, he was one of those 'stress heads'. You know the type... they freak out about the tiniest things and every little failing within their family is a deliberate and direct attack on him personally (yes, he was very abusive). I suppose I can be thankful that I am much more laid back than he ever was, something that my children can vouch for :) They kinda view me as a 'cool' mom rather than a parent who is completely out of touch with the issues facing them. It's a good relationship to have with your teens/young adults.
The only thing I have got in common with my father in relation to health is that 12 years ago I was diagnosed as having high cholesterol levels (which is something I'm sure he had also but they didn't really know about high cholesterol and it's link to heart disease at the time that he died). I also tend to have heart palpitations.
But yeah, it was kinda freaky to realise that I am actually older (at 43) than he was when he died. Hopefully I've got plenty more years in me yet!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The 'Twilight' movie is great
My oldest daughter was born in 1989 and a couple of months ago she loaned me the book of Twilight... I am now an avid 'Twitard' despite the fact that my initial reaction to her description of the book (i.e. A human girl falls in love with a vampire) was that it wasn't my kind of story since I'm more of a science fantasy freak (I love authors like J.R.R. Tolkien - Lord of the Rings, David Eddings - Belgariad and Mallorean series, Raymond E. Feist - The Riftwar Saga and Terry Brooks - Shannara Trilogy). Twilight just sounded to 'Goth' for my tastes. But when I read it I was hooked within a few pages. So much so that I couldn't bear to wait for the rest of the books in the series... I went out and bought my own each time I finished the previous one.
So today my daughter came around her best friend and with the Twilight DVD in hand and the three of us watched the movie with laughs and sighs all round.
I loved the movie, but I was a little disappointed with the Edward character. In a way that was inevitable, having read the books first. According to the book, Edward is some gorgeously handsome 'Adonis' character. The actor chosen to play him is somewhat of a disappointment in the looks department... he's cute but he's not THAT cute!
Of course, I also noticed some discrepancies in the timelines. For instance, people didn't start going missing or getting killed until book two (New Moon). The characters of Laurent, Victoria and James never appeared apart from Alice's visions until the ball game in the clearing. And there were a whole bunch of other discrepancies from the time the Bella met Jacob, how she got away from Alice and Jasper to go meet James at the dance studio etc.
None of those things really matter though. As I said, I really enjoyed the movie. If you've read the books first it's always a little disappointing to see the movie because it's impossible to include as much information in the movie as it can in the book.
So today my daughter came around her best friend and with the Twilight DVD in hand and the three of us watched the movie with laughs and sighs all round.
I loved the movie, but I was a little disappointed with the Edward character. In a way that was inevitable, having read the books first. According to the book, Edward is some gorgeously handsome 'Adonis' character. The actor chosen to play him is somewhat of a disappointment in the looks department... he's cute but he's not THAT cute!
Of course, I also noticed some discrepancies in the timelines. For instance, people didn't start going missing or getting killed until book two (New Moon). The characters of Laurent, Victoria and James never appeared apart from Alice's visions until the ball game in the clearing. And there were a whole bunch of other discrepancies from the time the Bella met Jacob, how she got away from Alice and Jasper to go meet James at the dance studio etc.
None of those things really matter though. As I said, I really enjoyed the movie. If you've read the books first it's always a little disappointing to see the movie because it's impossible to include as much information in the movie as it can in the book.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Well, Grandma is happy with her new PC Monitor
We finally did it! Replaced the last CRT monitor in the house with a flat panel monitor (hmph... my partner and I have cheapo brand monitors our daughter now has a Dell monitor that came free with my partners Vostro 1700 laptop.)
It's so nice to get rid of that massive, heavy screen off the desktop though.
The good thing is that we got to 'donate' that 17" CRT monitor to Grandma whose 15" CRT monitor was on it's way out. Grandma lives out in the country about an hour's drive away and the last time I went over I fixed her PC for her and noticed that her monitor was green in the corners which meant that the picture tube inside was on it's way out... those green corners gradually creep inward until the screen finally goes 'ping' and goes blank. This kind of experience of course is extremely inconvenient, especially if you don't happen to have a spare monitor hanging around :)
The only problem was actually getting it there. I had to catch a train down and obviously didn't want to carry the monitor too far with it being so heavy. So I had to catch a taxi to the station and again from the station to Grandma's house. I felt like a real dork carry that stupid, clunky, heavy CRT monitor around, loading it in and out of taxis etc. It was a relief when we arrived at Grandma's house :)
And of course Grandma was absolutely thrilled with the new monitor. It's surprising how much difference that extra couple of inches makes, going from a 15 inch monitor to a 17 inch monitor.
She asked me how much I wanted for the monitor and I told her that I didn't want anything for it considering if I hadn't given it to her it would simply have been thrown away. So that really made her day... and gave me a thrill in the process.
It's so nice to get rid of that massive, heavy screen off the desktop though.
The good thing is that we got to 'donate' that 17" CRT monitor to Grandma whose 15" CRT monitor was on it's way out. Grandma lives out in the country about an hour's drive away and the last time I went over I fixed her PC for her and noticed that her monitor was green in the corners which meant that the picture tube inside was on it's way out... those green corners gradually creep inward until the screen finally goes 'ping' and goes blank. This kind of experience of course is extremely inconvenient, especially if you don't happen to have a spare monitor hanging around :)
The only problem was actually getting it there. I had to catch a train down and obviously didn't want to carry the monitor too far with it being so heavy. So I had to catch a taxi to the station and again from the station to Grandma's house. I felt like a real dork carry that stupid, clunky, heavy CRT monitor around, loading it in and out of taxis etc. It was a relief when we arrived at Grandma's house :)
And of course Grandma was absolutely thrilled with the new monitor. It's surprising how much difference that extra couple of inches makes, going from a 15 inch monitor to a 17 inch monitor.
She asked me how much I wanted for the monitor and I told her that I didn't want anything for it considering if I hadn't given it to her it would simply have been thrown away. So that really made her day... and gave me a thrill in the process.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Who are the people in your neighborhood?
In the words of the old Sesame Street song....
Who are the people in your neighborhood
In your neighborhood
In your neighborhood
Ohhh, who are the people in your neighborhood
The people that you meet each day?
Of course, as a customer service representative in a major grocery store, I meet a LOT of very interesting characters over the course of my day, from chatty toddlers to grumpy grown ups and even the odd bizarre weirdo (No, I never served Michael Jackson...though he sure fits that bill LOL.. Sorry to any Michael Jackson fans :)
But my post today is in reference to my store manager.
This poor individual seems to really have an issue with my homosexuality. I suppose, as an Italian, it is possible that he comes from a very devout and strict Roman Catholic background. Of course, in the view of such people all homosexuals are evil and condemned to hell.
I find it somewhat strange how the morals of the Roman/Italian nation have changed over the last few thousand years. Up until 500a.d. (approx) they had a pantheon of Gods and were much more broad minded than after the onset of Roman Catholicism.
Not to get into a religious debate here (being a Christian myself) but I sometimes wonder how such intense intolerance and hatred could could be considered good... I know they mean well (along with all the other Churches who hold the same views) but they don't seem to understand how unloving and ungodlike these attitudes are... guess it's just a human nature thing. No matter how hard we try to be good we still stuff up!
Regardless, he certainly seems to find it confronting when I view my partner as my family. This was evident several months ago when I requested carers leave to stay with her while she recuperated from a surgical procedure.. until I mentioned the companies non-discrimination policy he stated that I wasn't entitled to carers leave for a same sex partner. Needless to say, it was even more confronting for him when I took last week off to attend her brother's funeral interstate... since I'm viewing her family as my own also.
In any case, this may explain his somewhat surly mood with me all week.
In general he hides his personal convictions and maintains the company policies well but every so often I can see him fighting with them.
Who are the people in your neighborhood
In your neighborhood
In your neighborhood
Ohhh, who are the people in your neighborhood
The people that you meet each day?
Of course, as a customer service representative in a major grocery store, I meet a LOT of very interesting characters over the course of my day, from chatty toddlers to grumpy grown ups and even the odd bizarre weirdo (No, I never served Michael Jackson...though he sure fits that bill LOL.. Sorry to any Michael Jackson fans :)
But my post today is in reference to my store manager.
This poor individual seems to really have an issue with my homosexuality. I suppose, as an Italian, it is possible that he comes from a very devout and strict Roman Catholic background. Of course, in the view of such people all homosexuals are evil and condemned to hell.
I find it somewhat strange how the morals of the Roman/Italian nation have changed over the last few thousand years. Up until 500a.d. (approx) they had a pantheon of Gods and were much more broad minded than after the onset of Roman Catholicism.
Not to get into a religious debate here (being a Christian myself) but I sometimes wonder how such intense intolerance and hatred could could be considered good... I know they mean well (along with all the other Churches who hold the same views) but they don't seem to understand how unloving and ungodlike these attitudes are... guess it's just a human nature thing. No matter how hard we try to be good we still stuff up!
Regardless, he certainly seems to find it confronting when I view my partner as my family. This was evident several months ago when I requested carers leave to stay with her while she recuperated from a surgical procedure.. until I mentioned the companies non-discrimination policy he stated that I wasn't entitled to carers leave for a same sex partner. Needless to say, it was even more confronting for him when I took last week off to attend her brother's funeral interstate... since I'm viewing her family as my own also.
In any case, this may explain his somewhat surly mood with me all week.
In general he hides his personal convictions and maintains the company policies well but every so often I can see him fighting with them.
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