Kids Say The Naughiest Things! (Especially W/ Kevin As Their Uncle!)

Another good reason for me not being around Netty & Jack’s too much this past weekend.

Sean’s girls (my nieces) were there. Mind I love being around them and we fun together. But unfortunately their new favorite word and obsession is "penis". And with my off color sense of humor, if they continued I would gotten in big trouble.

At dinner Friday night, the 5 year old just blurted out the "p" word. I can’t recall the context of what the word was used in just the fact that she said it, I nearly chocked to death on the slice of pizza I was eating at the time. Netty proceeded to give the disapproving look & that I really shouldn’t be finding it so funny. So if I stuck around I was either going to die for hacking or Netty was just going to flat out kill me.

After that episode, I composed myself I thought I’d be good for the duration; but then after Netty left the room the 7 year old proceeded to tell me that Sean’s penis looks like a big upside down mushroom with two big muffins behind it.

I know I’m blessed with Mimi’s off color sense of humor, but there is just something in life I go on not knowing about.

But don’t think for one second I can get away from all this "dirty" talk by moving to the west coast to live with Cheryl and her kids. Her kids are just as sassy.
When I was there a few months ago, I was hanging out with her 5 year old and her same aged cousin. As I was sitting minding my own business playing a video game. (Yeah I know I’m 35 & still play video games.)

Well my niece decided they were going to play princess party. She the proceeded to tell her cousin, she was to be a princess and her cousin was to be a princess. She paused for a second and then retorted, " And Uncle Kevin’s a big queen."

I nearly choked on the piece of gum I was chewing and ran out of the room to reprimand my sister for telling stories about me. Seriously though, that was the highlight of the trip to California & still cracks me up 3 months later. Thanks Kids!

On Marblehead!

Maybe, I really do have too much time on my hands to reflect. As sit here today and think about the weekend, it amazes me how on Saturday, I had an absolute blast at the parade, marching and seeing friends I haven’t seen in years (Wetley, Ed & Jim); as well as making a few new ones (Scott, Mark, Keith & especially Gary) I hope.

Then spending Sunday at Netty & Jack’s was a total role reversal.

I felt it was best I did spend the weekend for two reasons. First naturally since it was Father’s Day this past Sunday & Jack has really stepped up to the plate & been there for me these past few months. I felt I should be there to honor him. Second, I just didn’t want to leave Sasha all alone for so long on Saturday while I was at Pride.

Saturday, I got to be the person I always wanted and felt I should be. I was outgoing, witty & funny. I conversed in conversations that held my interest. Then Sunday, I was back at Netty & Jack’s and I was back in that shell. Everything that came out of my mouth, Netty took offence to or took it out of the context of the conversation. Also it didn’t help that On Golden Pond was on TV that day. I really felt like the Jane Fonda character. Away from Marblehead, I’m the person I want to be and everything that gets thrown at me I can give it the good “cock” block. But back at 17 Carol Rd. I feel that disapproving glare or hear that tone in Netty’s voice and I get the sense that I’ve disappointed her somehow. And I still can’t shake that feeling or stigma.

I do have to pat myself on the back though. I am making some strides in dealing with Netty. On Saturday before Netty left for Weight Watchers, she asked what time I was leaving the house. After I told her, she stated in her that “holy than thou” tone of hers, “Just be street smart, Kevin.” I paused and just retorted with an, “OK!” Even though I really just wanted to slap her.

I guess I just have to remember that when dealing with her, it will always be a continuing work in progress and it’s OK to just take baby steps with it rush it. Just keep my cool and go with the flow.

Sing Loud & Proud!

Got Pride!

I know I do!

This past weekend was the first Gay Pride I’ve been to in years. But more importantly it was the first one I’ve been to since my HIV and seizure diagnosis. So I felt I had to do it up right. I went to Netty & Jack’s the night before so Sasha had a place to stay while I spent all Saturday in Boston.

Not only did I go to the parade, but I also volunteered to march with The Male Center. I got to hold one of the AIDS Action flags (it was the red flag), as well as hand out condom and lube packs to the crowd.

I had a blast as marched. OK maybe I wasn’t the best at standing in line with the other flag holders, but I made up for it in getting the crowd all riled up, with "hoops" & "hollas"!
However, I did break the rules once. There was a cute guy standing way in back on a monument and he reached out his arm for me to throw a condom/lube pack to him. So tossed him one & luckily he caught it. But the rules were we needed to hand them out not toss. Which in my case make sense. Since we were marching to promote safe sex, it really would defeat the purpose if I flung a condom/lube pack and knocked someone unconious before they even got to participate in a sexual act.

WHOOPS!