On the whole, Crusader AXE thinks that the institution of marriage is a fine, fine thing for other people. For me, it's been a relatively odd experience, combining odd meals with moments of joy but knowing the eventual colonoscopy will come. As in many things, we can arbitrarily impose three stages. The three stages of marriage begin with Living Room Hassock Sex, the early total passion let's do it right here, right now forever. That devolves into becomes Bed Room Sex, which is routine, unless punctuated by lines like one the spouse hit me with 20 some years ago, "Not tonight, my feet hurt! Eventually, liberation is achieved with Hallway Sex...You pass in the hallway, and mutter"Fuck you, bitch! "Fuck you asshole..." and continue this until death.
The day began with a simple post from CultureGhost to various Defeatists and Guys from Area 51 about one of the guys anniversary...
CultureGhost, getting in touch with his feminine side by reading Shakespeare's Sister or possibly being twittered by one of those lasses, for whom at least a few of my brothers have unresolved erotic issues, wrote to one but cc-ed us all: I saw on your sidebar that this was your 12th anniversary. Congratulations!
To which AGI felt compelled to add his
felicitations: congrats. the wife and I willl be hitting 5 years this
october.
To which El Serracho decided to top:
yeah, we hit 5 a couple months ago. but have been together for like..
umm i think since mid or early 90's...
All of which for some reason irritated
Crusader AXE and I chimed in: Why do we congratulate ourselves on the
loss of freedom? I'm reasonably fond of my wife, but at this stage of
my life, I prefer the company of cats. Of course, I'm at 33 years.
Still together out of residual Catholic guilt on my part, martyrdom
on hers and laziness. However, you idealists are happy and I'm glad
for you!(AXE aside:Because hallway sex is not far away as you might think!)
Leading EL S to placate the brooding
elder Defeatist: well axe, it's hard work not believing in anything
all day long. we need someone at home to tell us we're wrong.
Leading CultureGhost to share with his
spouse and react to what he had done to the Zeitgeist: i just read
this entire exchange out loud to my wife....I'm laughing my ass
off...and so is she...
I, refusing to be placated, responded
to El S: That is what cats are for. My closest friend at this awful
place has been watching his life go to shit lately. Wife is back in
Texas along with stepdaughter and the stepson who is a cowboy, a
ranch foreman. She wants to take financial advice from her son, the
ranch foreman. This was after the "Christian bookstore."
And, she has some sort of chronic pain syndrome that has her on
morphine and vicodin and Christ only knows what. The cowboy thinks
that Siegrfried should sell everything, move to a ranch in Lampasas
(north end of the hill country or out toward the Pecos and run
cattle, after hiring him to do it. Step-daughter runs autocad for the
electric co-op; is 23, lives at home and just broke up with her 18
year old boyfriend and is now involved with some lineman from the
country. Last summer, he dodged the towel when she and the
teenybopper decided not to get married after all, one the deck of the guy's parents doublewide, despite her having
bought a black wedding dress with pink hearts and white roses on it from Victoria's Secret. Wife comes for a while and goes back to Texas for a while.
This is expensive, since she flies. He's back there now, for his
sister's third wedding. Daughter wants to come visit him when the
wife is in Texas. As he says, "Another woman I can't sleep
with." Not unlike me, he hangs around for morbid curiosity.
Causing Mr. Fun to realize and Blackberry (why does someone relatively sane for our times and the most rational – he is, after all, an engineer – carry a motherfucking Blackberry on the weekend, and then read this stuff? I hope his firm is paying for it and he's sticking it to the man. If not, we are indeed lost...) a neat summation: LOL. Gay people are stupid for wanting to be just like me. Hey guy, congratualtions
At which the only one of us who is in an actual band and actually plays in front of people which requires actual rehearsing came home and, as most of us do wandering into a long email string, just read the last entry: --Hey thanks. Just got back from rehearsal and I'm going to take a nap...
Liberation.
refusing to be placated is just one of your many admirable character traits axe. keep it up.
Posted by: el serracho | 07 June 2009 at 07:25 AM
Good times.
Posted by: Agi | 12 June 2009 at 05:09 PM