i am not a gay man...and other things

I have great friends. As you can see from the photo. They are gorgeous. They are hilarious. They are stand up chicks. I am a lucky woman.

I write these words as I force myself from the lonely hole in which I have been sitting this evening. I came home to an empty house as I always do...I wrote (and didn't publish) a post about my life, my love life or lack there of. I then decided that I needed to write my ship. Someday when this all becomes a book or something of value I will post that heart stuff. But tonight that felt a little too real. A little too raw. So I thought I needed to go back and look at the adventures that I have every day.

Sometimes we a get a little weird. We laugh a little too loud. We sing a little too off key. We shout, we drink, we cry, we toast, we live. I am thankful each and everyday to have a tribe of women I call my own. They aren't all connected to one another but they are connected to me and I am grateful.

This picture will forever make me laugh. It is a moment and time so perfectly etched in my memory, cemented in our friendship. I was called a "gay man" I am thankful that someone would think that I was that fabulous in my leggings and purple sweatshirt and maybe it was because of my great eyebrows (or at least they look great in the photo) - but for those of you who know me know that i am not a man. There is not much that is masculine about me. I am not very big...5'3" on a good day. I have hair that is the color of cotton candy, I have boobs and a big ol butt. My voice can squeal...I am not a man. Men are great, I like them. I am a fan...but I am not a man. On this night I was mistaken for a gay man...it all seems so strange now. But that's not the moral of the story. The moral of the story is about these girls - these women that are my tribe. The women that stand up for you - that pull their earrings out as they ask "Is he bothering us!" The ones that are always ready to go to war for you. That will laugh with you - will cry with you - with fight for you. The ones that will go in for the hug with the waiter who is grabbing the dishes. The ones who will laugh about the awkward words that get said during massages. The ones that you can count on to laugh when you walk in on the "offender of the night" using the said bathroom to which you pointed him to begin with that lead to his calling you a gay man.

These are my women. As I sit here ALONE, as I do each night, I choose tonight to reflect on all the love and laughter in my life, not the loneliness. Thanks ladies for being on this adventure with me. I wouldn't have it any other way. Although I might not have a romantic partner to speak of, I am not ALONE, I have many partners. I have sisters, they might not be blood but they are life. They are here to lift me up when I fall, they are here to laugh with me, they are here to dive to the deepest depths, to explore the wilderness, to drink the wine, they are everything. I am not ALONE I am GRATEFUL.

This is dedicated to the women, to my tribe, they know who they are. They are the dear ones. They are the fire and flood. They are my friends. Cheers ladies! Here is to the next chapter.

#friendship #love #lifetypestuff