Testing the Waters or How a One Night Stand Helped Me Leave my Gay Husband

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Loveawake Dating and Occam’s Razor


Sharing Your Sordid Past


Interracial Sex Tourism


Canadian Personals


Juggling Five at Once (Poorly)


Bisexual and Transgendered: Dating Options


One Paw Forward, One Fear-Based Step Back


Best Friends And Boyfriends


Rapunzel and The Bitter Old Troll


Getting Over Him


Take Me Unseriously


There Must Be SOMEthing I Can Do!


Fairytale Romance, Outsiders Don’t Approve.


New Year’s Eve Anonymous Confession


Lost in Translation


How Much Time is Too Much Time?


Be the Nice Guy Women Can’t Resist


Ditched by a Runner


Cute Guy, Messed Up Teeth

It would be easier to hate the LGBTQ community. I would have a clear “villain” to hate. I would have a focus for my anger and would redirect some of the hurt I felt from the betrayal of my ex to a larger party. Kind of like when you are stabbed in the heart with a screwdriver, survive, and then sue Home Depot. Its not Home Depot’s fault. It is not LGBTQ’s fault that my husband lied to me and himself all those years. He was a coward and a son of a bitch, don’t get me wrong, but he had his reasons. I have forgiven him somewhat, even though he has hardly asked. His community has embraced him, where is my community? My “community” might embrace me better if I would renounce him, ex-communicate him, or have a bit of hate for the LGBTQ, but I don’t. I’ve got nothing but love for them. I want nothing but justice, understanding, acceptance, and civil rights for all. So, “polite society” won’t have me. Fuck polite society. Just last night after a death in the family, I had a gay man come over and commiserate and drink wine with me. My own family was “nice” to me, but I do not feel comfortable round them all the time, mainly for being single and childless. That’s a whole other story.

 
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