Friday, March 18, 2016

For Camille

Yesterday was Saint Patrick's Day. Another holiday with specific cultural significance for specific ethnicities or sects of religion. No big deal, right?

Except my family came over from Ireland long before the potato famine that drove so many Irish immigrants to America in the mid-1800s. You'd never be able to tell that I'm Irish, however, if you looked at my luck.

Unlike the stereotypical Irishman, I have never displayed any good luck to speak of.In fact, I've sometimes joked that if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. But that all changed when I met you.

You came into this world on this day significant to my ancestors. In essence, you are the living embodiment of all of my life's good fortune. Because you love me, I am one of the luckiest of men.

You prove that I have the Luck of the Irish.

Monday, February 15, 2016

I See You

In the morning light,
I see you beside me,
restless in pain-wracked sleep,
besieged by demons in dreams.
I know your doubts,
all of your fears
that you aren't good enough,
that my attributes
are somehow your fault.
But through all the years,
all the trials, grief, and loss,
I'd see you there,
steadfast and holding on,
and fanning the love
within my breast
by being better than I deserve.
And the love for you
is there always,
it has never died,
and it never will.
If there is fault
to be found,
it is that I
am the flawed, corrupted vessel
incapable of the expression
of exactly how much
you mean to me,
for without you,
I would not be.

(c) Tortured Cyclone 2016

For my wife.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Talk About Publicity!

I was told about this story last night. It appeared in the 1-17-2016 edition of the Forum of Fargo-Moorhead:

http://www.inforum.com/variety/3925683-local-reads-memoirs-aplenty-latest-books-regional-ties

I was not notified that my book was going to be in the article, but am quite pleased, nonetheless.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Friday, December 25, 2015

My Christmas Wish

On this chill
Christmas morning,
my only wish,
the only gift
I don't already have,
is you here,
by my side,
part of our family.
Loved.
Loving.
For all time.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Your Guide

There is darkness deep inside,
but if you set down your pride
and let me be your trusted guide,
then every fantasy will be satisfied.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Facing Fears...

I find myself fighting a battle between hope and despair. It is the 7th of December, right in the middle of the holiday season. During a time when we normally focus upon our families and celebration, another wave of attacks by people motivated by ideological fervor hit. Paris. San Bernardino. More dead bodies, more blood spilled, more sacrifices on the altar of fear.

We live in a nation that was founded on idealism. The idealism that builds hope and expressive freedom, a haven for people to live as they choose. A country that permits people the right to express their thoughts, ideas, beliefs, without repression.

Ironic that this society's antithesis is the narrow-minded dogmatism of the religious fundamentalist. We protect the right of belief for a group of people who frankly insist all other ideals be supressed.

And it is people such as this that feel the most threatened by such a libertarian ideal. It resembles secular humanism far too much, which is licentiousness to the extreme, godless and unconsciable to the devout, whose foundation is their faith.

This conundrum now obsesses our nation, as we stare down the barrels of guns aimed at us for no better reason than we are free. At the same time, there are groups in America that would prefer we became a theocracy, dedicated to their particular form of Christianity. To my eyes, both threats are equally dangerous.

The external forces of extremism, exemplified by the Muslim organizations of Al-Queda and ISIS point to America and the West as examples of how the Godless act, decadent and amoral. They feel that they are superior to those in the West, because of their devotion to fundamental Islam and commitment to the Faith's moral codes, which espoused that there comes a time of Jihad, where the infidels will be slain or converted. A time when the faithful will be rewarded for smiting the immoral.

All the while, forces that champion the ultra-conservative, fundamentalist core of America have begun mobilizing. No longer is fundamentalist extremism limited to fringe groups like the neo-Nazi groups of a generation ago, or the Ku Klux Klan. Now, we find religious extremism taking front and center in our politics, as more candidates woo the ultra-conservative vote.

I admit to being socially liberal, as an advocate of "alternate lifestyles". Both my choice of Polyamory and my status as a Dominant would make me appear debauched to both of these groups. Never mind that on many other issues, I am conservative in my position. Like so many others, I am classed as being a person who is immoral, simply because my core beliefs differ in some aspects to the norm.

For this reason, both trends are extremely troubling to me. It seems apparent that all proponents of our lifestyles need to stand up and become active, because we will get the government we deserve, the world we deserve.

If we don't get involved, if we stand aloof, we have no way of shaping the outcome of the trials of this generation. That is perilous in the extreme, for we live in a time of change.

We cannot yield the hard-earned gains our lifestyles have made in acceptance without a fight. We need to make sure our childrens' world is a better one for all.