i guess this is the time of the month that we should smile a little bit bigger when we pass indians on the streets..and be thankful not just for the 21 pound turkey filled with stove top stuffing but for the genius who invented cranberry sauce....can i get a what what.....can i get a gobble gobble....SNAP.
so if i try for once to be serious in this blog thanksgiving is two words. THANKS and GIVING. so, i am thankful i have a job even though it is only from april to october...it is 6 days of week..and by the time august comes i feel like the whole parish of catholic priests gang raped me for my host...but i am thankful to have a job. i am thankful for my unemployment check. every two weeks going online and two days later on que my check comes and i suck down dirty martinis and drip myself in lacoste and jcrew as i hip hop from place to place. actually, i am thankful for JLC. he is a great dad. a dr. a poet. a diva. a white collar dad. i would not be thankful if he say worked construction when i was growing up...dirty boots in the house, smelly clothes on the plastic covered sofa...empty beer cans and cigarette butts dancing all over the den. our house on wheels heated by a propane tank...beating me with his suspenders because he caught me giving my older cousin, billy bob a blow job behind the outhouse...but dad we were just putting the garden hose away....REALLY? ..i just got so upset with that image i painted that i am starting to get misty waters right now. the holidays take a lot out of you. so, i am sipping coffee at my cousin's casa with my coffee..my cousin is shooting a episode of law and order so i am going to throw a beef brisket together for the family and try to make this pumpkin cheesecake with marshmallow topping...hello, does that not sound delish. i guess i should be thankful for not having not a worry in the world right now..but i have the cleary curse and i am worried about hundreds of things that are out of my control and carrying the weight of " i need to change this about myself", "i need to get rid of this toxic person in my life".....if i was a "smart gay" i would have someone hit me in the head with a brick and forgot my whole life and start over. GAME OVER. my pinball machine is hitting "TILT" so, i have to wonder when the pilgrims came down from canada did they kill all those indians because they really wanted to try out martha stewart's cornbread recipe or was it more like a gang thing...like this is our turf now...i could see the pilgrims in baggie jeans with their boxers hanging out...and wearing big ol' diamond necklaces with a cornacopia of bling. SNAP. but i think it was more god mixing up the melting pot...he wanted brown peeps, olive peeps and white peeps....oh i love the pink peeps at easter....i am thankful for that sugary confection too..... so, as we approach thanksgiving tomorrow whether we are serving tofukery at the soup kitchen to all the lazy bums who can't hold a job or fighting with your brother who is a drunk wife beater at your parents house or if you are having a cornish hen stuffed with cranberry pecan goatcheese stuffing with a mango glaze with your life partner, stephen. just remember long before there was pumpkin pie there was something called pride. so, let's stand together, hands open and say prayer that we are not in iraq caught up in a bushfire of bullets and sandstorms.
just like my mother told me every last thursday of every november....DON'T ASK DON'T TELL.
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