An updating change in my attitude…

And I’m not sure why this is happening. I can guess.. Ultimately, I think it’s because my needs in my private life are being met. Truthfully, for those women who know me, yes, I just want to be a Father. Simple. (Must I apologize, if I don’t feel bad?)

So.. the guys. This is the story of how I grew up. There was a group of boys, who had been solid friends since childhood. And it started on the street where I grew up. There were about 6 of us. Through high school, we had different friends, at school. But weekends, it was the neighbourhood stuff. So, in true form, fag this, fag that. Everybody’s a fag. My Dad? The first fag. My brother : fag #2. They’re _ALL_ fags. Surrounded. (c) Bob.

I find out in University. I belong to a harem of gay men. And have been in this harem since childhood. The standing rule is : never touch Bob. And never tell him _anything_. The two closest friends, explain to me, they’ve been together since about 12 years old. That there are brothers, and then there’s this. I cry.. I had never heard a love story so beautiful.

So, James Blunt asks me, “Fuck off. What is a fag then?” And I explain to James, “A fag is any male, that is not me, James.”

What? In true form…

L.O.V.E.,

• Mestizo.

What am I interested in? The following :

Our government seeks to limit the definition of marriage. Which is fine.. But, hear me out.

In different cultures, having ten wives is a thing of honour. Having four wives, is a love thing as well. Having one wife, for some people, just isn’t enough. And then there are men, who love men, and our churches propose inclusion, but define male marriage by a standard applied to straight people sans “purpose.” And there are women’s women, who just want to blend with everyone, but need to be recognized as belonging to a group of BFFs.

In my opinion, if you are a Saint that is late, and you desire a _farm_ of women? Who am I to chastise? He’s not affecting my life, other than being an interesting spectacle, he’s not judging my personal relationships, he’s not entering my bedroom and explaining how to do things “properly.” Like what gives about Bountiful? The rings on their hands? Dude…

If Heck’s Faerun want a five piece backpatch to declare their common love within their fraternity? Who am I to abase them, legally? For the same above reasons? They’re _happy_ and enjoying their lives, and their lovers. They’re not claiming _me_ as an _unwilling_ Heck’s Faerun, “too bad, you belong to us, give us everything.” And then legally, doing _nothing_ in response.

When all of the things I just described are a “common symbol of marriage” which makes it illegal.

Umm, I have a family (sort of.) When I give a rule and a judgment, I don’t expect them to just blindly obey. I _hope_ and they often do _not_ question, why do we have to do this? And truthfully, I always have a _good_ reason why. And I would hope, that after learning “why” you would either obey because you understand — or you would FUCKING change things, so the rule made more sense. The reality is : If I were to put all the rules I have in a book, to explain how I found out this should happen, and the result of why I’m saying -avoid this- would take five pages per rule – just for explanation. When really, not everyone would do those things, in the first place. And the people who _want_ to, YOU should consider understanding, and possibly you’ll come back to the book and the author.

Thank you. The floor is yours….

• Mestizo.

I am religious. About the Bible, and there are more religions on Earth than some “bastardized” Christianity… Marriage’s definition does not exist in the text. Meaning it’s a “sacrament” or “tradition.” Nothing more, nothing less. The marriage ritual, is a private secret thing that belongs to communities in it’s variation. But the basic ritual, not in the text, and “tradition.” Should the Roman Catholic Church change? In my opinion, no. Every other church change? Possibly..

In other religions, it is a thing of honour, as a man, to be picked as the sole male, in a harem of ten women. Your brother doesn’t go hunting for them at night, by scent. Your niece doesn’t spread rumours among the harem about how the sole male is deficient. The sole male feels “sorry” for the brothers, because he’s a “victim” of the female autonomy of women he loves.

When this situation arises in my own life? I have a “go to” strategy, that works _every_ time. You whittle down the loved ones in your life to the basics. Two women. My Mother. My Daughter. And then I can go back to war…

• Mestizo.

I’ve looked at the Original Hippocratic Oath. I am a trained therapist. Those women under me? Are counsellors. I’m the _only_ therapist. End of story.

These are the things imparted to me, by my mentor. And it’s not a joke. These are _very_ important statements that I lived by for _years_.

• Friends are the family you choose.
• Settle for nothing except family.
• I exist as I am. That’s enough! – Walt Whitman
• You’ve built castles in the sky, now put the foundations under them.
• When you are in Hell, you might as well put your feet up.

Family changes over the lifespan. And who declares it? -( Is it me? Who requires an actual explanation? )-

I think, I am. I exist. Whitman! – Mestizo.

What is a-spire? Fuck! Million dollars, soon.

Sometimes you need to stand. Hell or not. Really…

L.O.V.E.,

• Mestizo.

Final Note on “Sacred.” –

You would think that using the bathroom in privacy is a right that should be protected. Especially when you want that privacy. So.. when you encounter someone that doesn’t allow that privacy, you think, well, out of love, we can let it slide… And yet, if someone said, “well, I need to do that, so the solution is to not let the bathroom user _know_ that I’m there, since they’re complaining.” People often blink in absurdity. Umm… BUT, I tell my daughter, _you_ could do the same thing and because I _love_ you, it really _IS_ okay, Honey. What is being mistaken by this voyeur, is the assumption that I _love_ them, and that if I do _NOT_, I’m _supposed_ to – because I really AM a bonafide FAMILY member.. MOM!

Next, you would think that the privacy of your skull and your thoughts, is a right that should be protected. The truth is : God knows when to quit. If God were to grant someone that ability to peek or listen to someone else’s thinking, God, would know when to _shut_ it off. And only if something like that were requested or desired, or an emergency – by the _thinker_ not the _thinkee_. The final frontier of Sacred, is the sanctity of your private imagination, fantasies, self-judgments, and confessions. And random shit that bubbles up in your “conscience.” When someone is listening, because they love you, you begin to question what “love” is. And naturally, for people who need to violate people’s privacy, they begin to wonder, “Well, then who is God – His name?, if he doesn’t like me doing things that I need to do?” MOM!

When you ask a child, are you having sex with your parent? The child, being honest, shouldn’t have to cry during a confession.. in my head, I fantasize.

I could kill. I’ve wondered, would I ever be capable? It is in _all_ of us. The capability.

What is this Tonne, shit? Why do I have to say “tonne.” Over and over, from across the hall.. Why? Nothing happens…

(c) 2025. Mestizo. Again….