Merry Christmas, World

Hey!  Well, guess what I have decided to end the long time rival between Red and Blue.  Here is how it is going to break down.  Are you listening?!  I just want to make sure because lo, and behold, I have a brain after all.  I mean, let’s not beat around the bush here, it is my brain first and foremost with everyone and everything else coming after that fact.

There used to be this thing called Facebook.  Ever heard of it?  Yep, I remember it too.  Do you know the back seat of my car arrived – that is to say, arrived after my interview with TCS and after my first car accident – with blue crayon indelibly marked?  I cannot get rid of it no matter how hard I try.  Short of getting another car that would be the only way to get rid of the blue back seat.  If you did not catch the connection between the two, I am about to explain it to those who cannot go as fast as me.  In other words – I am showing my work to teacher.

I used to have a Facebook account, but then I went to work for TCS.  I made friends with everyone as is my way.  A Facebook post by an employee of TCS, the picture is taken from the front passenger side of “Erin” driving and “Kat” sitting in the back seat laughing and having fun with the post about them going to the beach.  The timing of the post has made me wonder whether it was meant to make me jealous or upset which in a million years, it could not.  I’ll say that again in case you didn’t hear it the first time – Not in a million years could it ever upset me or make me jealous.

I’ll fill you in on another detail just to make things clearer for you.  “Erin” in the break room at TCS told me she was going to help “Kat” become a proper dyke.  That is paraphrasing what she said.  What I remember was I did not understand her underlying tone when she spoke to me about how she was going to take care of “Kat”.  So, I asked her what she meant which she responded to me with annoyance, irritation, and bitter anger when she said, to make a proper dyke out of her.

Here is another piece to your puzzle since when I simply say or write the truth it has never been enough after moving here.  I must show my work to teacher which is to say that my words do not carry the same weight, or matter the same as every other human being, and with the same rights as every other citizen of The United States.  “Erin” had a young teen-aged daughter by the name of “Chase” which “Erin” used to get reactions out of me.  By saying things like she believed “Chase” was gay because she spent time with an African-American girl her age.  “Erin’s” other daughter was straight, but only liked and dated African-American males usually football players.

I’ll slow down again – black and white.

Another fact if it ever comes up again, on the drive to see Sherlock I had my car radio on.  A male voice came over the radio speaking of his impending wedding to his soon-to-be wife.  While getting gas at a station with a cross-street of Watson,  I saw “Erin” dirty-faced sitting in the rear as the car pulled into the station.

Take it soft, take it hard – I don’t give a fuck.  Please pay particular attention to this detail in case you miss it – I could never be “Erin’s” daughter.

Since, it is Christmas I have decided to play down the sarcasm, but I think you get the picture.

No means no, it will never equal yes.  Never means never, it does not mean you can wait a few years to see if my answer changes.

You should all be called out as liars and the liars you pretend not to be.  You all should be ashamed of what you’ve done for you knew better.  Upon point of my own humanity I will give you this, it is a terrible shame and pity that you must never have known, or felt, or had love expressed the way that I have been able to have known and seen love.  Admitting that men just don’t seem to find me attractive as every single male I have found attractive especially since giving the care of my mother to a nursing home has either been married or involved.  And, I mean EVERY straight man.

Again, I want to make certain you can fathom the reality of an entire planet of straight men who are already married or involved.  Think about it.

So, for me, it does not end in a happy ending because I was born this way – this straight female +  straight male = love.

It is so disgusting having to say this over and over as if it could ever be changed!

Interesting tidbit Lefty,  guess my cousin’s name.