He’s a straight man
in action
He says he wants my womb
but when I really offer it
he backtracks
says he and his husband just want the cats
meanwhile
I’m hearing in my other ear
that he asked another
to share his DNA with
someone prettier, slimmer
with bluer eyes than mine
even though mine are moderately blue
He’s a straight man in action
walking toward me
and turning to smoke
just when I reach out to touch him
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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February 4, 2010 at 3:30 pm
Bryan Borland
My eyes are blue, too. Your dog has demon-red eyes. But what I’m really saying is that if you want to have a kid, I’ll bring over my gravy in a brown paper bag. We can name him Evan Jack (AMB Be Damned) or her Lurlene Morose. Or if they are twins, Soliciting and Loitering. Or George and Michael.
February 4, 2010 at 3:37 pm
Bryan Borland
On second thought, your lady business couldn’t handle my man gravy.
February 4, 2010 at 10:03 pm
Patrice
TMI
(heh)
February 4, 2010 at 10:07 pm
Patrice
Uh – that comment was for Bryan…
Sometimes I get so caught up in the dialogue here, that I forget whose blog it is!!!
Apologies.
As a non-Mom myself, I can testify that I find non-Momness a great condition. I mean, you should hear how crappy all my friends’ kids (and now, grandkids) treat them.
Love your dog, love your cat/s, get a horse, rent a kid. (actually you can get free loaners from your pals…)
February 5, 2010 at 8:37 am
medicatedlady
Patrice, Bryan and I are what psychologists call enmeshed. We are so dependent on each other in some ways, where one ends and the other begins is somewhat hard to tell. No worries.
February 5, 2010 at 1:58 pm
jessiecarty
Amen Patrice! Kids are cute when they are someone else’s 🙂
February 6, 2010 at 4:01 pm
Val
Babies, children and bringing a life into this world is serious business and the most wonderful thing you will ever do, if you are meant to and if you are ready to say goodbye to these things: selfishness, shopping, sleep, down time, days without terror, nights without terror, cowardice, irresponsibility, money, independence, eating out when you want, freedom, predictability, partying, weakness, holidays when and where you want, tidy house, uninterrupted anything, basically I’m talking, your life as it was before baby, because it will change FOREVER! You will never be free until you die. period. Why? Because there is this thing called LOVE and dear god you will not believe the things you will go through for your child and you do it gladly! You will also blame yourself for every damn thing that goes wrong in their lives, from their crooked teeth to marrying an asshole and every stumble in between. Anything to keep them safe, healthy, happy and alive. There. Have I done an adequate job of terrifying you? If not, then maybe you ought to swap fluids and bring this angel into the world already.
February 7, 2010 at 10:03 am
Maury Draper
I have more than a few you can borrow. 🙂 Motherhood, though, it the most wonderful thing, and I highly encourage it. I will agree with Val though….you give all that up. But most of the time, you don’t think about what you have given up b/c a.) you are just too busy to think about it, and too tired (so you are really only wishing you could have the sleep part back), and b) you are usually loving them too much to care.