Choice is all we have
Woof, who let the dogs out! Wow, some of these self-portraits really, really, really, explain the need for one piece bathing suits!
Honestly, I’m surprised that Mother Theresa didn’t put a stop to that nastiness. Fat poking out here. extra breast flaps slapping out in the wind and me with a ‘look Ma I’m having fun’ grin on my face. Just like a small child visiting Disneyland for the first time.
Too bad, the photo was taken when I attempting adulthood. But you get the picture. I actually know why Mum never stopped me from showing the camel toe to Martha’s Vineyard. She wants herself an authentic and life like Barbie Doll.
And, given that my eating habits have not regressed she’s made due with the Over Abundant NH idealism of a Barbie Doll.
So, Mother Theresa and all the toddlers in tiaras with the southern comfort baby momma’s, this one’s for you:
It’s alright forty days of rain my skin stretched our from the growing pain
I’d be nice to have an explanation, but it’s alright
And it’s alright if you hate that way, hate me cause I’m different, hate me cause I’m gay
Truth of the matter come around one day so it’s alright
I look at this lifeline stretched way all across my hand
I look at the burned out empty like a plague across the land
And for everything I learn there are two I don’t understand
That’s why I’m still on a search through the weather strewn church I’m doing the best
I can and it’s alright
And it’s alright though we worry and fuss, we can’t get over the hump or get over us
It seems easier to push than to let go and trust but it’s alright
When we get a little distance some things get clearer
Give em the space our hearts grow nearer I ran as hard as I could and still ended up here
but it’s alright I look at this lifeline stretched way all across my hand
I look at the fires of hatred burning up the bounty of this beautiful land
I know I’m small in a way but I know I’m strong
And it’s my thirst that brought me to the water when I give it all up then she carries me on and it’s alright
Yeah it’s alright
And it’s alright though I feel afraid my plans in pieces my plans mislaid
It’s the will of the way the will of the way the will of the only way
that could have brought me here today and it’s alright.
I never understood gay, anyway-
Ambien Grace, Concord NH
