
...I really mean "Boys" (Trust me...that boy from the third grade is still lurking in all of us, very close to the surface..and will jump out atcha in a heart-beat)...God help us. We do what we can.
I mostly work, live, and play surrounded by a bunch of 'em. And hey, I'm not leaving myself out of the equation, 'cause I'm as big a dog as the rest.
We constantly test, challenge, sniff each other, compete with, and try to trump each other. Oh it's all in good fun and good genetics, but it gets ridiculous sometimes.
Marc, my brother Gerry, and my friend Rob are the only three exceptions I can think of in my life right now. Gerry and Rob are just easy-going, cool, loving, and sorta neutral friends to me. Marc, of course, ...hung the moon.
But the rest of these boys in my life...straight or gay...just wear me out sometimes. And truth be told...it aint the gay boys that are so much high maintenance anymore. Straight guys are quickly catching up in that department.
Shit... you gotta love them though. You can't live with them, you can't live without them, and as much as you would like to sometimes...you can't run them over with your truck.
And we still manage to find some common ground and love the hell out of each other, but we always have to piss, spit, and fight our way there. Jeez.
Holy crap...I thank my lucky stars for my sisters Chanda and Tiffany and my never-dying heart-throb Shawn...for who they are and for the balance in my otherwise male-dominated world.