What can I say, sometimes?

People who have read my journal at length will probably have one of two impressions of me. Possibly even a third one, which is an uneasy hybrid of the other two. It probably comes as a real surprise to scum like Autism Speaks or the entire passive community that I do, in fact, have a mother.

A response to A Letter to Victoria’s Secret From a Father

I will tell you something that should be bloody obvious to anyone who follows me closely enough. I spend a lot of time reading Internet documents. Being old enough to remember when the idea of a unified collection of public computer networks was fantasy to all but a few, I thrive on going as far and wide as I can with this source of information.

Sometimes, when reading what people I am linked with on Fudgebook post links to, I wonder “where do they get these people?”. Sometimes, I applaud every written word. Sometimes, I even feel compelled or at least motivated to write responses. Such a case of the last of those responses exists in Reverend Evan Dolive‘s open letter to the Victoria’s Secret company.

Some closing thoughts for the month.

July is an odd part of the year from my perspective. My mother was born in the last week of it, and I was diagnosed with diabetes exactly thirty years to that day. I have already resolved that if my dream of being in the Human trials for a cure for diabetes comes true, I will ask them to do that procedure on my mother’s birthday. She will “get it”.

So, it has happened again…

People may have worked out by now that I do not enjoy the healthiest relationship with my family units. My male parental unit, for example, I have not directly spoken with since the end of last year. He has nobody to blame for that but himself, however, so I will not focus on that here except to say that I have an entry in the queue for this journal that I am absolutely battering myself around the head about publishing. Will I? Will I not? I honestly do not know what to do. But the one member of my family that I do try to have any kind of speech with, my mother, messaged me earlier today and informed me that the small brood I am meant to be playing Uncle to, my sister’s children, has gained a member.