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Thursday, September 4, 2008

Captain Cook was eaten for this...

Now before I go off on a rant, and I am accused of being homophobic, uptight or, heaven forbid unenlightened, I declined his pass.
I did it with stoned style and grace, no need in getting ugly because someone, albeit a same sex someone, was attracted to me. In my defense, I was buff, young and alone, and I felt it a little rude to use these things as an excuse to grope my junk just because you turned me on to some weed. (Yeah ladies, a lot like the buy you a drink ploy...you know what I'm talking about.) But, rejection is still what it is, and I guess it made him mad.

He made me walk back to the terminal. (This was not my first rodeo by the way...growing up I was sexually abused a number of times and approached many more. By the time I was ten I had seen more naked old men than Heidi Fleiss. And before I upset some of you more sensitive types...I know there is no parallel between child molesters and gay men, I am not making that comparison, just stating a fact. I stopped being victimized by it a long time ago. To put it succinctly, I got off the cross, used the wood to build a bridge and got over it. Enough said.)

I boarded the commuter flight and hit on the flight attendant extra hard. (Just to be sure)

We landed forty minutes later in the middle of a perfumed moonscape of black lava fields.

A really big ass ocean on one side (for those of you in Texas, you know that this is actually a standard unit of measurement,) and grand, green and lush mountains on the other. Paradise.

I hailed a cab, and history, as it is want to do, repeated itself, one more time...

5 comments:

Dano MacNamarrah said...

It's hard when we've been abused as children to get a feeling that we're worthwhile. Often the people closest to you were the pedophiles, and with that kind of early lesson in love, it's bloomin' miracle that we're not all barking mad!

Although, in my case, I'm a tad on the edge. And I've shared your journey of alcohol and in two days I'll have four years clean! The try before that, I made it just sixteen days short of a year.

So there's hope for us, it seems. I love what you are writing, and I'll be back for more.

Dano

YogaforCynics said...

It's interesting: when I was in my early twenties, I lived in San Francisco for three months and never once got hit on by any men. Then I went to Europe and, in a matter of weeks in Yugoslavia, Greece, and Germany, the guys were wantin' me all over the place. There just seems to be something about being far from home...maybe they figure that you're safe since people are probably less likely to get violently homophobic when outside of their own environment. Anyway, best to take it as a compliment and move on....

Kat said...

Love this line in your post
I stopped being victimized by it a long time ago. To put it succinctly, I got off the cross, used the wood to build a bridge and got over it. Enough said

Am hoping to use this as my motto one day, but can't get past the getting off the cross part.

Geoffrey Hill said...

Thank you all for your comments...it's nice to know that someone might be getting something out of this, other than it being hugely cathartic for me.

Owi said...

I think you are a really good writer and i loved reading your stuff ... cheers

My new disclaimer...yeah I know.

Okay, the old disclaimer was tired. The ideas were outdated and keeping me stuck in a place I don't want to be anymore...so now for something more refreshing.

I have recently changed my views regarding women. Seems I had some issues with the fairer sex due to past pain and self- centered fear. (Yes...duh applies.)

I'm done with that.

Being in recovery has helped me change my entire life, perceptions and attitudes. I cannot change my history but I can change my today and my future.

I recently realized that the women I know in recovery are some of the strongest, bravest, most gentle and kind teachers I have ever had. You exemplify integrity and spiritual growth, and I hope you know who you are.

Some may know of my past marital and relationship history and been a participant in them as well. It's past and that's where it stays...in the past.

I own my part in those failures but claim no more responsibility in any misery you may be experiencing. I am sorry, but it's time to get off the cross. We need the wood.


Thank you all...