Okay guys, I have to come clean! I’m freaking out!
I think part of BlueSphere’s success has been due to me being honest with my words. Well, I’ve really screwed that up in the last 8 months, haven’t I?
As you know I’ve fallen hard for my beautiful Samantha and Guinevere. The 3 of us are desperately trying to find our place in the world. I’ve decided that I really need to be honest with my words once again, for all of our sake. Sam is the only woman I’ve ever met who really understands what I want from life, and in turn, wants the same.
I’m not used to listening to other people’s opinions but have been doing so lately for Sam and Guin. Truthfully; I’m pulling my hair out. Society and the people around us are, albeit with the best intentions, pulling Guin toward the dark side. The dark side being this Harley Barbie, mall shopping, war mongering, “GIVE ME MORE”, disposable plastic society that is consuming mine, and a good majority of humanity’s very soul.
Anyway, I didn’t really feel like I was honest with my last Christmas log. Sam was up writing her perspective of our first Christmas together last night, and it has inspired me in a very positive way. These are her words:
Alex can’t sleep… I feel like I’m 14 and my parents don’t like my music… there’s a certain amount of inborn angst in being denied one’s auditory desires… oh well… I suppose one must expect some cons with pros… Xmas was certainly bizarre this year… don’t let this statement mislead you into thinking a holiday at the Aloise’s (my parents, part 1) has ever been Cleaver-like norm, but this year Christmas was uber-awkward.. the typical mom spaz out reemerged due to the brand new audience while Alex played his “wow, I’m really freaked out by your family” role to a tee- non alleviated by his one beacon of hope, my uncle bobby, who could only provide a cameo on this, our second major holiday together.. and then there is my father , a wonderful man who has been for years trying to disappear and finally, I think, may be succeeding.. all of this combined with Guinna, myself and Alex having our Christmas morning – the initial “Santa came mommy!” excitement- to ourselves without the grandparents, therefore unintentionally denying them some of the expected joy ( due to scheduling conflicts) for the first time in the history of Guinevere… and… the mere existence of Alex, my love, the dashingly-loving but similarly wanderlusted, not safe Florida family obligated, non-familiar Michael beau ( how’s that for a descriptor)… all added up for definitely a strange one.. let me not forget to mention Darrin whom, due to hangover plus an allergy to bivalves and some Xmas morning seafood curry paella , caused a common concern which along with a bonding desire for Guin to have a wonderful day, may have been the only reason the whole shebang didn’t come crashing down!
Wow, I cant believe Sam got that all into one sentence!!!
Funny, Alex : )
If you cant tell Sam and I are writing together.
Happy Holidays from the good ship “Splendid”!
Alex & Sam.