Something Old. Something New.
On the eve of my 44th birthday I am publishing my blog on a new sight. Like me, it is a work in progress. This past year has been difficult. It was this time last year that my partner Doug Feld and I discovered he had cancer. It was this week last year that we thought a scary situation had been avoided by surgery and that our lives were back on track. It would not be until September that we would find out his cancer had come back with a vengeance.
I will most likely on occasion still blog about feeling blue and the process of grief, but I want to blog about fun, sexy and wicked things, too. I want to show my few readers out there that I'm not all gloom. I want that show that side of me that Doug fell in love with. Maybe through this blog you, dear reader, will not only have a sense of who I am, but also who Doug was. He was a fun, caring, generous person that loved cheesy horror movies and Xavier basketball. He was also my V.O.R. (Voice of Reason). He was the balance to my craziness. So if I feel I may be getting out of control I will try and remember how he reigned me in. The following is a classic example.
We were at a friend's birthday party a couple of years ago where alcohol flowed freely. Me being me I had more than a few drinks. As the night wore on, and as I got drunker, someone suggested getting into the hot tub. I was stripping off my clothes when I heard Doug say, "It's time to go now." I reluctantly put my clothes back on and said my good byes. We didn't leave because I was drunk and almost naked. It wasn't because I was flirting with anyone that made eye contact. It was, he said the next day, "Because I didn't want you to drown." And he sincerely meant it.
I will most likely on occasion still blog about feeling blue and the process of grief, but I want to blog about fun, sexy and wicked things, too. I want to show my few readers out there that I'm not all gloom. I want that show that side of me that Doug fell in love with. Maybe through this blog you, dear reader, will not only have a sense of who I am, but also who Doug was. He was a fun, caring, generous person that loved cheesy horror movies and Xavier basketball. He was also my V.O.R. (Voice of Reason). He was the balance to my craziness. So if I feel I may be getting out of control I will try and remember how he reigned me in. The following is a classic example.
We were at a friend's birthday party a couple of years ago where alcohol flowed freely. Me being me I had more than a few drinks. As the night wore on, and as I got drunker, someone suggested getting into the hot tub. I was stripping off my clothes when I heard Doug say, "It's time to go now." I reluctantly put my clothes back on and said my good byes. We didn't leave because I was drunk and almost naked. It wasn't because I was flirting with anyone that made eye contact. It was, he said the next day, "Because I didn't want you to drown." And he sincerely meant it.
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