Back From Vacation

     Sorry there wasn't a warning, I had honestly taken everything with me and fully planned on working over my trip, but as you see that didn't happen. Haha

     So now I'm back, feeling refreshed and ready to rock at life again.

Love is.

Love is understanding. I can't thank you enough for that kindness.

Love is forgiving. Even when I do wrong time and again, you find it in your heart to forgive me.

Love is teaching. Every day you show me something new.

Love is learning. I've worked through my frustration to understand you.

Love is an adventure. Live it.

I love being Gay

Like really. Girls are so pretty and I just can't help myself.

It also never stop amazing me the ways that I impress them. Story time!

I'm at my day job and working with all females. No big deal, I get along great with my co-workers. This one however, super sweet girl, breaks a nail. I ask if she needs some nail glue. "Yeah." She says a little heart broken. I tell her no worries I have some in my bag, I'll go get it. Her face is priceless and her nail is saved. You don't have to want anything from a woman other than her happiness.

Transgender in the Military

     I want to take some time today and talk about something that’s pretty big right now on the internet. How our President tweeted about his opinion as if twitter was part of the Government process. He did not take those words through the white house and even his own cabinet was a bit shocked at the posts.

For those of you who haven’t seen it, I’ll give you the short version. Our President stated that the US military will no longer accept Trans because they are mentally unstable and a burden to our healthcare.

We all know that’s nothing but a pile of crap Mr. President. He never served in the army, and doesn’t seem to know anything about how the Trans people of America even effect the health care system. He has no right to ban a group of people from serving their country.

A few others have spoken up about this all backing the wonderful Trans community.

Now here comes my own personal rant about this entire thing. It’s bullshit. Our president cannot make decisions over twitter for the entire country. That’s not how this works, for starters. Second, saying that an entire group of people will be a burden on the rest? The fuck? Like our old people are not sucking the system dry as well. Like Trump going golfing every week isn’t draining our economy. Or the fact that his wife lives apart from him and needs body guards. All of course being paid for by our government.

I’d rather pay the extra few dollars a year to see a Trans person get the meds they need for a safe transition. I don’t see them as the big American burden. If they want to serve in our military and can do so physically. Let them!

Mental stability isn’t exclusive to any one set of people either. I know normal straight people, on no meds with massive anger issues, who are racist as all get out and I personally wouldn’t want them behind a trigger. But they have served. Woman, once considered to be mentally unstable for battle, are now serving and coming home to care for their family. Trans people have been serving for years and this has never been a problem before.

To sum this all up though, I doubt that the tweets have any real traction. If you let those words hurt you, then realize that you let some internet bully tell you how to feel. Together we are stronger than he will ever be.

You are loved.

You matter.

You are not a burden to us.

Stay strong. ~Skadia

Loosing Herself - Writing Prompt

     This was a quick challenge. "Microfiction" The term means small fiction. Or mini fiction. So I tried to make this as quick as I could.

     She sat on the floor, her auburn hair falling into her face. The words just didn't seem real as she read the text through tears again and again. Her bleeding heart shattered as the mirror's glass bounced across the floor. In one heartbeat, she had lost everything, including herself.

I'd Rather Be Writing

     I'd honestly rather be working on my current commission. I've been doing a lot of word sprints to kick out some decent progress on it. However, my brain has decided to fry because of the heat. It's just after one in the afternoon here and with the heat index it currently feels like 103. I'm not looking forward to going to my day job today, but such is life.

     Why am I writing this then instead of working? Because I at least wanted to get some sort of writing in. I'm also thinking about doing a new 30 day challenge. This next one might be to write a blog post every day. Maybe. Could be, or it could just be me working on more word sprints. Not to sure yet, but I would like to work on setting more goals.

I Saved My Girlfriend by Not Kissing Her

  In today’s world most of us don’t think twice about kissing out loved ones. Especially if they are about to leave for a trip or just away for a few hours. I don’t live near my girlfriend. She lives up in the city, I live outside, but we both go back and forth a lot. My day job is up there in said city, so it’s not like we don’t see one another often. The other day I was taking her to the train station, making it easy on my car instead of back and forth, and we got there early and sat in the car just talking. Sounds normal right? You would again in today’s world not think much of it. If you’re gay, or lesbian, or even trans however, you do actually think twice on things.

     I didn’t kiss her goodbye. It killed me and broke my heart, but let me tell you why.

     The entire time we sat there, two guys in a car next to us watched us. Intently. Not gesturing, not saying anything, just watching. It made my stomach knot. Fear crept into the back of my mind and warning bells went off. Something in my gut told me not to kiss her that day. Something told me not to be gay. She left on the train and I watched her walk through the doors. The moment she got through, one of the guys got out of the car and walked in after her. No bags, luggage, not even a backpack at nine o’clock at night going up to the city. It was odd. It scared me. I actually was afraid that something would happen to her.

     Did anything? No. But then again, I didn’t kiss her either.