My Ode to Clark

Nobody is as good as me. And I’m as good as nobody.-Clark Gable (Not really, that’s just my subject’s sexy alias.)

I remember the first time I met Clark. I was in the middle of the mundane task of training for my new job at Petco. He walked into the breakroom, smiled and extended his hand to me. I shook it. His handshake was firm, honest, and real. I knew I liked him immediately. His dark brown hair, his eyes playful and his voice is very gentle. His story is a sad one, but it gets better as we go along.

See, he moved to Michigan for a girl. She helped save him. He was in the service and had a breakdown. He was honorably discharged. He followed his savior. To live with her, to love her. He had always struggled with depression, and anxiety. With feelings of worthlessness. Growing up his home life wasn’t easy. His father was evil. His mother weak, but she loved her son. Unfortunately things fell apart with the girl. Now what was he going to do? He wasn’t from here. Would he go home?

He drifted. Found a band to sing with. This dark haired, handsome quiet voiced man can scream a lyric that will make your knees buckle. He found Marlena and John too. The three of them are all displaced here in the state of Michigan. Marlena and John are from the West. Clark is from the East. Now the three of them are a family. They complete each other. Families are families. Doesn’t matter how they come to be. It just matters that they are. I’m proud of them.

Clark has changed so much in the year and a half since I first met him. He has gained confidence. Found his self worth. Realized that life is most certainly worth living. His short hair is now longer, darker. His face stubbly and his clothing a bit edgier. But his heart, his sense of humor, and his kindness are still very much the same. I hope soon he finds the woman of his dreams. She won’t be sorry to love a man as genuine as him.

On a personal note. I just want to say that if I hadn’t needed the second job, I wouldn’t have met such incredible people. I am so blessed to have them in my life.

Unless you are my partner or my doctor stay the FUCK out of my cunt!

“There is something reassuring about the toilets. Bodily functions at least remain democratic. Everybody shits, as Moira would say.” Chapter 39, The Handmaid’s Tale

I have been fuming in the last couple of days. Oh hell I’ve been fuming for the last couple of years. I’ve been standing in the middle of my living screaming at my husband. He and I love a good debate. He loves my passion but dammit I’m so fucking mad I could just lose my ever loving mind! I’ve so had it with the Republicans. I am so tired of them trying to take women’s health, work lives, family lives, and rights back at least 400 years! What gives them the right to decide what happens to my uterus? Whether or not I want to have a child? An affordable mammogram? A safe abortion if I so choose. Which I did choose, when I was 17. It was the right decision for me at the time. It was. I will never be sorry for it. But I’m thankful that it was safe and legal and I didn’t have to stick a coat hanger up into me or pay an exorbitant amount of money to have one done in a back alley or my home. And then have to deal with the fact that I could have hemorrhaged and died right in my fucking bathroom.

I’m SO PISSED OFF! NO one but me, my partner, and my doctor should decide on my health and my care. I don’t need some fucking bastard working for Santorum’s campaign, Foster Friess,telling a woman to put an aspirin between her knees for proper birth control. WTF is that?????? ASSHOLE! I want my daughter, my daughter’s daughter, and my daughter’s daughter’s daughter to be whatever and whoever she wants to be. Whether she’s straight, gay, single, married, a mother, not a mother. Whatever she decides, she should be able to do on her fucking own!

How about we give the Republicans and the Religious Right all of the unwanted babies to raise. They want to cut government program and outlaw abortion, let them raise the babies!!!!! They won’t do it. Women who have unwanted pregnancies come from all walks of life and social backgrounds. We are poor, we are rich, we are old, we are young, we educated, we are uneducated, we are every woman that has become pregnant and afraid and thankful that we have a choice!

This is NOT a patriarchy. This is not The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. If you are a woman, man, teenager, anyone, read it. It will freak you right the hell out. Because that’s where this country is headed if we allow the Republicans to decide the future of women’s healthcare and rights. They will use us as cattle, and make us breeders, barefoot, pregnant, miserable and killing ourselves, our children and/or our husbands.

Did I make you think? Did I make you question anything? If I did, good! Make sure you vote in November and get those son of a bitches out of office. Keep Obama in. I’m not saying that everything is perfect and hunky dory with Obama but dammit he gives a shit about us!