BARREL OF MONKEYS:
GENESIS IN REVERSE
As a child from a traditional southern family, playing Barrel of Monkeys on the floor, church every Sunday, doing well in public school, learning a trade; in every sense privileged ...
Comfortable in middle age, an avid news reader, on learning the tragic story of a full grown chimpanzee destroying the face of a woman who offered a toy, only trying to help it's owner coax her surrogate child back into his cage...
Today being confrontational, ribald, offensive, restless, rebellious...
How did I get here from there?
GENESIS II:
HOMOPOLAR,
GOD DAMN IT! HOMOPOLAR!
Frustrated Horny Faggot Many Believe to Be Bipolar or Too Depressing To Hang
With...Literally. Have Trouble Understanding...Then why ask: "Hey man! Sup?" Or, if Like My
Mother, Having To Hang Up On Her Repeatedly Cause She Won't Stop Calling Me; Worried Her Son Will
Die and No One Would Know if She Didn't!
?PURGATORY~g(CAT!FISH)d~DIALOGUE?
Instead of being the lost soul of a loner drifting aimlessly having a peripatetic wind, I'm now preferring something with more bite to it. As experience is just nature cruel way of giving he exams first followed by the lessons; you eventually reach a point where silence can no longer be contained no matter the cost.
~(!?!)~
a Bildungsroman
novel of formation, novel of education, or coming-of-age story
is
from
youth to adulthood
in which character change is extremely important.
~(!?!)~
I find myself becoming involved with politics; obsessive/compulsive actually. I want to debate the issues. I volunteer my unsolicited opinions just to force the discussions. I do not censor my opinions to spare feelings or avoid hostilities. I expect the same of others.
It's almost as if I'm looking for a fight.
Right or wrong, spoken or unspoken, opinions are not just collections of idle thoughts. They have consequences. They are windows to one's soul.
Conceived naturally; born hearing impaired; raised the youngest member of a traditional rural southern Methodist family as segregation was ending; admission to veterinary school when women for the first time outnumbered male students, blacks noticeably underrepresented; discovering my sexual identity halfway through vet school; on leaving behind the comforts of family and home drawn to the gay ghetto of the cities; the building of a career, the politics of veterinary medicine, in a profession overwhelmingly conservative...
By conventional standards, I am not a success story. To my peers, nothing to brag about, career or relationship wise. I am, however, financially secure enough to live a comfortable "quiet" lifestyle. But, to live quietly would require pretending, I didn't see it, I didn't hear it, I didn't have something I'm needing to say; where injustice does not concern me, that I do not become involved.
Quoting my mother, who's quoting someone else, who's probably quoting someone else:
"How do you know where I'm going if you don't know where I've been?"
These blogs are my
James Edward Avery, D.V.M.
~(Simply Jim: Herd Health Medicine)~
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