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Future Fathers

Today I express gratitude that I am celibate. 

I know it sounds like TMI but this is really, kinda funny. 

Yesterday was Father's day. 

I went to a Gay Pride Festival.  I was in the parade.  There was a man marching in the parade beside me.  We'd spent about four hours that morning bored at a park, so we chit-chatted about our lives. 

He's a published author, as am I.  Although you can tell by reading this thing, which one of us has to pay for the services of a good editor.   

He likes the metaphysical, just like I do.  We both think vampires are NOT sparkly and that Twilight is training a bunch of little girls to marry abusive aholes. 

We have the same political philosophy.  He even got into a little argument with a conservative about women's rights with another guy to help me save face.

That made me laugh. 
What do two men know about the experience of being female? 

In the third hour, he made it a point to tell me that he was straight. 

He wanted me to know that he was available. 

He wanted to know how to hook up with me after the parade. 

I don't hook up with men. 

I don't hook up with women either...but I kept that aspect of my life to myself.  Sometimes it is good to be vague. 

Still,  he's marching with me.

We pass a bunch of men yelling about safe sex and he notices a ton of unused condom packets on the ground. 

Get this...

He literally bends down and collects all of them from the street. 

This was a parade.  There were motorcars, marchers, twirlers and dancers.  Those packages were far from clean. 

That's not what they mean by dirty intimate activity. 

YUCK!

Worse, it was 98 degrees. 

Rubber degrades in heat. 

How long were those things lying in the sweaty tar on that busy street? 

I couldn't help but laugh at this guy carrying twenty or so rainbow rain jackets. 

Twenty? 

No one is that lucky. 

What, does he have a harem at home? 

Oh boy....if he does....well, there's a pretty good chance he'll be celebrating Father's Day next year. 

And me....

If I EVER get brave enough to even think about venturing into a relationship again, I'm packing my own protection. 


Love,

S. 

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