Whose life is this anyway? I went from living my new gay life with a sense of freedom, joy, and fun to caring for my wife who was dying of cancer, caring for my father who is dying of old age, caring for my son who found himself accused of hazing, and working with my siblings to clean up my fathers estate, which is a mess.
Given how Trump has dominated the news for months now, and the recent complete descent of Trump events into violence, it is hard to imagine how a President Trump would govern this country. The way he incites racial hatred, religious hatred and violence does not bode well for the United States of America. I can imagine Trump supporters, during a Trump presidency, quickly becoming disappointed and angry when he can not fulfill his promises. He will be unable to deliver everything he has said he will do to, “make America great again,” given the limits of presidential power. I can imagine a president Trump pushing the limits of presidential power or even circumventing the rule of law to have his way. I can imagine military leaders refusing his orders. I can imagine Congress refusing to follow his leadership. I can imagine impeachment hearings. I can imagine Trump turning to wars, invasions, strong man tactics against anyone he dislikes in order to divert attention from his failures as president.
Ok, I admit it. I am a bit of a political junkie. I love when the presidential election cycle comes around. I like to listen to the daily election news and watch the presidential debates. This election cycle I have satellite radio. On my way to work I have been listening to CNN’s New Day with Chris Cuomo and MSNBC’s Morning Joe, hosted by Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski. And then of course there is P.O.T.U.S. (Politics of the United States) radio, which is always fascinating.
Last night, as I made love with my partner, thoughts of Christopher Wilson entered my mind. Christopher was my disastrous, short-lived, boyfriend during the second semester of my freshman year of college. Continue reading →
My sister said it was exhausting to visit my father in the hospital because it is so hard to see our father in reduced physical circumstances. I do not think I agree. I am trying to balance my life with caring for my parents as they age. I do not want my own life to be subsumed by taking care of my parents, but at the same time I do not want to be cold towards my parents. But my father and I have a history of distance between us from a very early age that never really healed as I got older. Continue reading →