Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Hold out your hand.
I was cleaning out some of my mother's things, as her illness progresses there are many things she no longer needs. Like her clothes for evenings out on special occasions such as a wedding or dinner party. Also her watches or jewelry, they make her become obsessed with playing or hiding them, only to lose the object within minutes. My mom was not one to wear much jewelry, she never had her ears pierced until her forties. Jewelry was for special occasions mostly and a little for work as well.
My dad certainly never wore anything other than his wedding ring and a watch in the line of jewelry, sometimes cufflinks. He did have a farm watch, a church watch and a special occasion watch. I wanted to be like my dad so I never really had any interest in jewelry. It would not have been odd for me to wear something, many of my friends wore a small gold chain, some bought rings. French Canadian men love jewelry, they often had their ears pierced, two chains and two or three rings.
I also felt I wanted to keep things natural, if I was supposed to have things sticking out of me, the universe would have given me horns. Yesterday I picked up a gold chain out of a box, that I think probably had a locket on it at one time. I put it on and I liked the look, it needed to be a little more masculine but I could see myself wearing a guy's chain, I may buy one. I did think for a time in my twenties about an ear ring but decided against it when some of my friends tried it and I didn't like the look. One piece of jewelry that I never wanted to buy was a ring, I have tried some nice gold ones on and they looked nice. The reason I wouldn't buy one is because I always wanted my first ring to be given to me by my boyfriend.
I know it's not the usual reason one gay man gets excited when a second gay man gets down on his knees but that was always something I had hoped for. I wrote about this before but the feeling would be overwhelming to see the man I love have this goofy nervous grin, kneeling before me, open box in hand, asking me the question and when I say yes, I hear "hold out your hand". Like the feeling of defeat when I finally accept that my mom no longer needs her jewelry or clothes for an evening out, I also realize that the romantic proposal is probably never going to happen.
Posted by Sooo-this-is-me at 10:28 AM
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"I also realize that the romantic proposal is probably never going to happen." - one NEVER knows, darling.
I agree with Anne Marie. Never say never. You are a catch! However I do understand how you feel as I think those things about myself sometimes.
Now as you guessed, Im not traditional, so I don't know what I'd do if a guy proposed like that. I'm also not a jewelry person. Shocking right? When I'm in drag I wear the biggest jewels one can find, but out of drag I like watches and bead bracelets and I like stacking them on my wrist. I could never wear necklaces...to fussy and rings. I felt bad when I was in my 12 year relationship. I had the ring on the whole time, but it drove me nuts.
I agree with Anne Marie. I have a platinum wedding band I'm not using but you're promised to Maddie. So, you want a chain? How about a chain harness? I only wear a watch.
I never understood what is so romantic about some poor guy getting on one knee and holding up a boxed ring. Balder Half did that, in my parents kitchen, on a greasy floor (fried chicken that night) next to an overflowing trash can. Warms the heart cockles right up, don't it? Loves gonna find you when you're not looking for it. Stop looking and it'll come sooner :)
I must also agree with Deedles. When I was in both relationships , they found me when I didn't expect or look for them. Funny how it works.....
And I don't have a ring, I better get one for the wedding though to have it ready. I see rjja offers up a harness...would a cock ring work? Or does that not count?
Anne Marie, after a while reality smacks me upside the head. Lol but yes there is always hope.
Michael, I think you would make a great catch too lol.
Maddie, I am actually surprised, I thought you would have a collection.
RJ, what are you doing with a chain harness??? I remember you blogging about being wild in your younger days, just how wild were you!?! ;p
Deedles, so you probably lost your point because greasy floor or not, I found your story cutely romantic! I stopped looking years ago.... nothing happened so I need to track my husband down and tackle him!
Maddie, I think because of your line of work and your network of friends, it opens you up to meeting more people. That's why I'm trying to get out there more and mingle withthe gay herd.
As for a cock ring, I guess it counts but it's really going to be awkward when you try to put it on me at the restaurant! I hope it's not cold out at the time. :\
Wild beyond belief. Probably too shocking for readers of your blog.
Hey, Steven, make sure that gay herd you mingle with is human! Living out on the farm I hope your coming Prince isn't a dog, bunny or even worse a *gasp* CHICKEN! You are funny and somebody is going to discover the treasure that you are. See, this is why I've been trying over the past week or more to not state my opinion on every thing I read. It doesn't seem to be working.
RJ, and here I thought you were as pure as Colorado snow!
Deedles, you just commenting works fine for me! :)
Don't worry I like males in the human world but I don't tolerate them much in the animal world, I don't have to put up with their macho b.s. so everyone is female except the two roosters. Even they understand it's bad to have your name changed to Stew!
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