Let's get this STRAIGHT....

Somehow I have managed to irritate two nonagenarians this week with my view of things....

Oh no, I didn't mean to.

But I did, I'm afraid...

And regret that. It was about the post I laid down about my brother, marginally, and Peter's newest weird obsession, and so on. But it was honest.

So for whomever it may concern.... I got a call from my neighbor this afternoon, the French Foreign Legion guy. He had trouble with the translation program I found for him, could I help.

Hey, I always help....

Whatever, he had done two letters to a lady, but she didn't understand what the hell he was talking about. Because he wrote it in casual German, and the program doesn't fucking understand that and messed it up completely.

If I didn't know any better, he would be an American. Either the tee-vee is running, or he has cool music running in the background, and it really impairs my concentration.

This guy HATES Americans. He would KILL any guy who would come on to him sexually. KILL them. And he is one strong mo-fo.... Somehow, he rescinded the rules, and likes me..... for whatever reason....

Over the year, we feel comfortable, and I showed him a lot of stuff to keep his pc fit.

So I am up there today, and correcting his letters to make some sense so he could re-send them.

I can talk to him about anything at all. Really. And he never bats an eye. Whatever, I asked him what in the world he meant in one sentence, and he explained, and said, 'I don't write well...' And I said, 'Are you fucking JOKING???!!! If anyone wrote to ME like that, I would be on the
next plane to ANYWHERE, so give me a break, hey!'

He absolutely cracked up. 'Sorry, guy, but NO WAY!'

''Why do you think it is about you? Gawwd!'

'You are SOOO twisted....'

'Yup.... Now what did you really want to say?'

He farted.

'I've told you and told you.... stop misusing my fucking NAME!'

(He lives on onions and potaotes and red beans, crazy. But he keeps the window open....)

What I am trying to impart is this.... communication doesn't have to be complicated.

Or censored, because, OH gawwd... 'he's gay'

Over the course of the evening, he thanked me several times for helping him, and being a friend, and being 'fun'.

Ok, so I have a twisted sense of humour.....

And NO, it isn't about wanting anything from him. Eeeew. Nope. No way....

But we can talk about everything in the world. And about personal stuff, and he can tell me about his 'conquests', and I can pour my heart out.

You know, the ballsy, arm-punching things 'guys' do. Jock-like. I was always the wimp. So it is nice in a way. Now I know what that is like.

It is a totally OTHER thing when you talk to someone and they look at you out of the corner of their eyes and look like Bambi caught in the headlights, and you immediately shut up.

So have we got this STRAIGHT now?

A real guy isn't AFRAID of a gay guy. Because he knows who he is.