Thursday, October 15, 2015

Notes from my 86th trip (Celebration with Madrinha Nonata)

Desirée is one of my best friends. She let me put the accent mark in her name incorrectly nearly the entire time we were together.

A large part of me is afraid that I will never find someone that will love me as much as I love Flora. Maybe that's okay though, because I was reaching into weird, obsessive territory.

At the end of the day, regardless of what happens, the Love I lived with Flora, not everyone is afforded that privilege in life.

The fact that women can push another human being out of their bodies is something that is not respected enough these days.

When she used the word "boyfriend", I have to admit, a part of me twitched. At first,  I thought it was because I didn't want her, that I was repelled by the thought of spending the rest of my life w/ her, but when I think about it now, it was because I was afraid, I was afraid of throwing away something really special on a gamble that had every odd stacked against me. I was afraid of that truth, that what this man had said about this woman was 100% true. And I was just to blind at the time to see it.

One of the biggest compliments that Desirée gave me was that she said I was the type of guy she would have children with. Flora actually said the same thing. In fact, the one time she thought she was pregnant, she was overwhelmingly happy, instead of freakin' the fuck out.

One of the funniest things someone ever said to me was that she had to avoid the World Cup in Brazil because she'd come home pregnant.

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