Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Needless to say, we're fans.
Other than a very exciting reading hour with Anj, I spent the rest of the day in a frantic blur trying not to quit five years out of retirement (one problem after another).
But that was about it. Whoopie!
Now, I'm sitting here, waiting for the 101 degree day to cool down just a bit so I can go out and mow the front lawn. Loving Texas right about now.
I did read something interesting today, though:
"Obama signed a memorandum on Wednesday to extend healthcare and other benefits to unmarried domestic partners of federal workers".
Okay. That's does what for me? For most of us? Luckily I work for a city that already recognizes Steve. So that memorandum is just doing what should have been done a long time ago?
WHAT ABOUT ALLOWING OUR MARRIAGES TO BE RECOGNIZED THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE COUNTRY?!!!!
Steve and I had to go to Canada to be married. And we felt more welcome there than we ever did/do here.
You know, I've never been very political, but over the last few years, especially after Steve and I were married, I've been following it more. Of course I'm partial to the political word or the gay side of life, since that's what pertains to me. But it's amazing, and hurtful, to realize how many people just don't give a shit that we're humans beings. Human beings in love.
There are breeders out there who are mean to other people. Cruel. Who may even kill other people. But when they want, they can just say "Let's get hitched" and there you go, they can go get hitched. Nobody says anything about them or what type of person they may be. They're straight, "Oh, that's okay, you may pass, we don't care about anything else".
Or what about the people who've been married two and three times. The ones who think marriage is a game. While we're on the subject, why don't we have a few dozen fucking reality shows about people meeting that one special person, falling in love with he or she in two weeks and then winning a marriage? That would be great entertainment!
Well to us it's not entertaining.
It's our lives. It's our partners. It's our husbands and wives.
It's our civil right.
Okay, I'm done preaching. But I plan on making this blog something to read. So if I want to rant and rave when I'm in a bad mood and I'm feeling a bit pissed, I'm gonna do it. But I hope that won't be too often.
Good things are coming. I can feel it.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Let me explain.
You see, I'm sick of Texas. Nothing against the Lone Star state, but I've been here for half my life and I'm ready for a change (not to mention that it is 103 today, and it's June). Actually, when Steve and I got back from our wedding trip to Canada we were both ready for a change.
For a while it was Canada, but there were too many hoops to jump through.
Then, we found Portland, Oregon! We saw a show about it on Logo. They talked about how it was the most gay friendly city in the country. And that fit us just fine. Anywhere where we can feel more welcome, is right up our alley.
Anyway, we've been dreaming of Portland for a while now, and I thought I had put together a plan.
You see, we're selling our house (something we've been trying to do on and off for the past year), and that would open us up for a move. But I'm five years away from retirement with the City of Austin, and that little nest egg is something I can't let go of (security, you know).
Anyway, I had a plan. As some of you may know they've been working on adapting my book Blue Moon into a movie. When principal photography starts, I will get some money. Of course that's still at least a year away, possibly more, but it's still there. And of course there's always the chance that things won't happen and the film won't be made at all, but we don't talk about that possibility in this house.
So, my plan was to use that money to buy whatever years are left of my retirement. Then we'd have that and we could move to Portland and we could both get chill, non-stress jobs and enjoy our new life.
But nooooooo! I called today to get an estimate on how much each year would cost to buy: 45% of my annual income! What the fuck? (Hey, I can curse, there's an adult content warning before you open my blog). So, what the fuck?! It would cost me more to buy the retirement than I actually have in retirement!
So, we're stuck here. I feel as if I'm a prisoner who has five more years on his sentence and had the chance to be released early but just lost an appeal.
That's okay, it just pushes me harder to get my other books published and get the money I need. If I could at least buy two years, then I could be out in three!
Well, that's it. That's why I feel at a loss. Kind of crushed, but at the same time, determined. We're gonna get to Portland if it's the last thing we do!