Morning chatterbox that I am

Proving it, bit by bit……

I’m trying to wake up all the way. It is 6:02am, and we have been up for a while. My Mikey had a nightmare again, but this time, I was not in the bed with him. I went to sleep angry….I was taught better than to do that!

I edited his entry of last night. It made Piers one angry fellow, and I was hurt and angry, as well. It was all about how My Mikey has the right to be the male he is inside, but he called ME "Jack/Hermy"…as if I didn’t have the same right to be whom I am.

We’ve already talked about it some, so I understand why he said that. It’s a lot the same thing I go through with the gender-related issues and My Mikey. I get so damn confused about whether to say "he" or "she" sometimes. Maybe the Jack/Hermy thing will put things in a bit more perspective for My Mikey.

Maybe he’ll understand that I’m not doing the gender switching to hurt him, but to avoid confusion, because other people are what I call "outsiders", and they just don’t understand or LIKE our kind of people! You think I want to see my spouse hurt? Think again!

It’s not a battle between us….well, it SHOULDN’T be a battle between us, but it usually turns into one. I guess we’re doing something wrong, but we’ve only been married for a month and a half, and we’ve only lived together for seven and a half months. Give us time. That is to us, too. GIVE US TIME!!!!!

I know how you despise giving things time, My Mikey, but it really IS necessary in most cases. No one adapts well in a hurry!

As for things financial, we got a loan from my brother Johnny last night. It’s the first time I’ve asked him for help in a long time, and I was quite afraid to ask him. I had no real REASON to be afraid, but he’s a man, and I hate asking men for anything. Even my super-hero brother.

But we asked, we got, and we now have gas and cigarettes and a small amount of food to last to Lola’s payday tomorrow. WooHoo!

I’ll probably write more later.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack

p.s. You sure are one stubborn-ass man, you know? But I love you!