Notes from the road

I missed the Zombie Blog day.
Except that they were loading my truck, their dead muscles working sluggishly. A circle of salt protected the driver's lounge.

I drove through some really gorgeous terrain: West Virginia and Eastern Kentucky

To the guy at the TA, no. Nonono. It's my imagination making that salt & pepper hair, just curling at the bottom, that nicely built frame in black jeans and tight black tee-shirt and black cowboyboot, that long rectangular face and aquiline nose and full mouth and oh lord, goatee...
All right. You win, even if you're not quite the right ethnicity. But only Misha wears the skull and crossbones belt buckle. David's dignity wouldn't allow it.


Impatient! You people passing me on the right are so impatient! I am moving as fast as I can.

dead tired. Up since 2 AM and must get ready for Hypericon.

Having a Deb moment

So I got to visiting with one of the dock workers today. (one of the live ones)
And he's all knotted up because his daughter is bisexual.

My first response was to send the guy to PFLAG.

I answered what questions I could. I compared sexual equipment to hair color or ethnicity when it came to attraction. Just because I'm married to a blue-eyed blond doesn't mean I don't find brown hair and eyes attractive.

And dude? suggesting that guys kissing is "disgusting" and trying to get me to agree? That's like trying to get Jesse Jackson to agree to the premise that blacks are shiftless or Nancy Pelosi to agree that all women should worry about is cleaning house (little H) and making babies.

Love is love, kisses are kisses and all* of them make me happy to see.

*all with the proviso of "with the consent of the kissed party" and "between appropriately aged people" IOW, teens kissing teens and adults kissing adults are fine, but don't be an adult frenching a toddler.