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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 5:35:04 PM

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 6:02:28 PM

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Love this thread.

My Dad: the most admirable man I ever known. He has his faults, but he is a great husband, father, boss and friend. He is the most brilliant person I have ever known. He speaks 7 languages fluently, has an MBA in finance and just knows everything. He taught me to love reading, theater, film, music, art, opera, dance. He is kind, positive, thoughtful, a hard worker, plays hard, is fiercely loyal and instilled in me a love for all things cultural. It is because of him and my mother, that I am the eclectic person I am today. I respect him immensely and he has always been there for me. I often tell him that the one thing he did wrong in regards to me, is to be who he is because I cannot seem to find a man as good as him.

My Brother: I have two, but this is about the middle kid (I am the oldest and only girl). He is an amazing human being; strong, funny, brilliant, successful, an incredible father, son and brother. He is well known in his field and achieved major success. Yet, he is without ego, he treats everyone around him with courtesy, respect and kindness. He radiates goodness. When he had to fire a number of people at his company, he was sick for weeks over it. Yet, when he delivered the news, the laid off employees consoled HIM. He always said treat people the same, whether it is the CEO or the janitor. His only son has autism and he works so hard to help the little guy. He never complains about anything, ever. When we were growing up, I was the older, drama queen sister and I did not treat him well when we were kids. Yet he never stopped wanting to hang out with me, no matter what I did. He is also the most generous person I have ever known. I tell him the same thing I tell my Dad, why can't I find a guy like him, with both of them as great role models?

My Grandfather: my Mom's father. He is gone many years now. But as the first grandchild, and only girl, I had a very special relationship with him. It was almost a psychic connection and I don't usually believe in that. He was a fascinating guy; came from Russia, the child of Holocaust survivors. He was a prize fighter and then a butcher. He was so funny, you would cry from laughing. He had twinkling eyes and the hardest hugs. Whenever I thought of him, he called me. It was really amazing. He had gotten Alzheimer's and was not lucid with everyone, except for me.

When he went into a coma, I was away at college and I had a dream that he was calling me. I woke up at 4:30am freaking out. An hour later, my mother called to say that Poppy died and before he died, he came out of the coma and called my name, at 4:30am.

My ex husband: Even though he is my ex husband, that has not diminished my love and respect for him. He was and is the nicest man I have ever known. I feel lucky to have loved and been loved by him. It was a shame that we loved each other, but our values and goals became separate after 10 years. He was very kind and never once, not once said anything hurtful to me.

Other special men were various teachers who inspired me.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 6:21:37 PM

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My late ol man;

For coming home one day driving a huge wood sided chevy station wagon, dragging me out into the yard, pointing at it and saying" I hope you are happy, I'm living my worst nightmare, three kids, a yard to mow, and a station wagon". He stood there with his long hair, his silver goatee, his pierced ear, his ink, wearing the usual biker accouterments, leathers, chains, you get the idea. He also had a giant smile on his face, like the world was perfect that day...

For later years, when we took our oldest away to college, he kept a grin on his face as we waved goodbye, then a mile down the highway he pulled off on the shoulder and cried his eyes out.

My dearest male friend in the world;

Thank You

For showing up on a plane when I needed him most. For giving me a reason, several of them, to know that I still had value, still had viable, important work left to do.

For being here, for hugs, for computer lessons, for cuddles without price or any obligation.

For allowing me behind the scenes peeks into his secret world.

For all the beautiful stories.

For the language lessons.

But most of all, just for being your beautiful self.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 6:27:50 PM

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My Dad. He's weak and can't stand up to my mother, but he's good-hearted and does his best.

My uncles on my Dad's side. They are wonderful men. We are a very close family, and they have been a part of my life as long as I can remember. They all work together to make sure the whole clan gets by. ("That" uncle is on my mother's side).

My Grandfather!!! He's just the best person ever! It makes me sad that he's now so old and his health is failing. I miss him a lot.

Our landlord. He watches out for us, he's always making sure we're OK and checking if we need anything. When a tire blew on the car and we didn't have the money to replace it he did out of his pocket. One day when just chatting, Hanners mentioned how the hydro going up was making it harder to make ends meet, he dropped the rent by $50 on his own initiative.

Those are the wonderful men I know.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 6:36:08 PM

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I love good men, past, present and future!
Thankfully, I've only ever had good men, who have taught me to see the good in people in general and men in particular.

My grandpa, who fought in the war with a book of poetry in his pocket, and gave me music
My dad, who rocked me when I had the mumps and read to me every night, and when he was coming out of a coma didn't want me to see him unshaven. He dropped out of school also when he was in Grade 8 to provide for his family after his father died, and never went back.
My oldest brother who showed me when my best friend died suddenly in Grade 5 that there will still and always be butterflies
My middle brother who held on as I rode my first bike, and who let go
Mr. Van, my Gr 5 science teacher, who led us through frog dissection and opened a whole world of science up,
Harald, my high school principal who taught me the most important words I ever heard as he ground out a cigarette on my essay: 'You can do better'.
All my lovers, from my ex- who could come 'just' from having his scalp stroked, to:

Drew, my first kiss
Jorge, my first great kisser
Rick, my first anything
Frank and Len, my first three-way
V., worldly wise and my first breastgasm
Mac, my first multiple orgasm
Hank, my first veteran sub and holder of the current record for separate orgasms at 7.
RickII, my first strapon-gasm, and
Angus, my Highland bondage junkie.

But most of all, Rajah, a great dad, an exquisite lover, a giving, funny, smart, gentleman and gentle man who saw things in his job that no human should ever see. But as my beloved Terry Pratchett says, that makes you more human.

RJ, wherever you are, my last memory on earth will be of you laughing on my mouth.

So to all you good men out there, sub, not, straight, not, single, not: thanks.

you dudes ROCK!

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 6:39:44 PM

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My paternal Grandpa: A coal miner in his younger days, a great husband and father and the best Grandpa in the world. He was so kind and so funny and the most patient man I'd ever known as a child. He taught me to love bluegrass music

My Dad: I can't say enough about him. He was the hardest working man I've ever known in my life, bar none. He treated my Mom like a queen and respected her utterly. He was a hard-drinking (funny, not mean drunk), hard working man who could always make everyone laugh. He died at 57 of cancer not long before he would've retired. He was always a BIG, strong man and toward the end, he was all but spindly. Sad thing but his faith was so strong. In the four years before his death, I hit a low in my life. My ex-husband was a junkie and career criminal and I joined him in some of his worst behavior. I broke my parents' hearts and kept myself out of their lives for a couple of years as I chose my love for my husband over them. The year before my Dad passed, I got clean, got out of jail and came home to stay with them. My dad never said a hateful, judgmental word to me. He know I knew what I'd done and he didn't have to tell me. I am so thankful that we were able to get back to the close relationship we shared as I was growing up before he passed. I got a job as the manager of a library system three weeks before he passed. I've always thought - as maudlin as it sounds - that he finally let go not only because he was tired but because he know I was finally going to be OK again and be there for my Mom as I should've been all along. He had always supported me, helped pay to send me to college, supported my initial career choice though he disapproved and never attempted to force me to choose between my family and my husband even when the choice should've been clear. He was the best Daddy anyone could have asked for and I miss him everyday.

My only brother: He's my Dad all over

He's such a good man and a good friend and husband. Loyal to a fault, for sure. He's always wanted children. His first wife didn't want any and ended up screwing him over in multiple ways. Then he met his current wife and she's wonderful. She has three teen children of her own and can't have any more due to cancer and a subsequent hysterectomy. As much as he wants his own biological kids, he loves her and her children more. My heart breaks for him about that. He would be a Dad just like ours was.

My Master: Also my husband, he is runner-up to my Grandpa as the most patient man I've ever known. I can't say enough about Him. He knows me warts and all and loves me anyway. He's heard deep, dark secrets about me that no one ever has and he's never judged me harshly. We love each other so much. We laugh all the time, share so many interests, and never grow tired of just BEING with each other. He is truly my bestest friend and says I am His too.

I've truly been blessed with so many wonderful men in my life

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 7:00:54 PM

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His Evilness taught me to always be my best. He taught me to fly in the face of my fears. He taught me that crying's ok, but for the most part it doesn't really get anything accomplished, so I might as well stop after a minute & put my feet on the ground & get crackin. He taught me that I could still love. He taught me that I could still be loved. I'd be talking to him & I'd tell him about something that surprised me, a nice thing that someone did or said to me & he'd say, "Why does that surprise you? You are lovable. You are a good & kind person & deserve to be treated like that." Whenever someone would tell me they didn't want anything to do with me, he'd say, "Their loss."

I ran from him off & on for 3 years or more before I finally met him in person because he more or less dared me to. I met him & within 5 minutes, while looking into his eyes, I knew he was important to me, that what we were about to embark on would be meaningful. He makes me laugh, he's held me when I cried, he makes me laugh when I want to cry. He understands me, he gets my weird off the wall sense of humor. He calms me when I freak; he celebrates my accomplishments & worries when there's stuff going on that he can't fix for me. When he released me, it wasn't because he wanted to, it was because he wanted my happiness & he thought that if he released me I'd be able to find someone better to serve.

He used to tell me that he didn't understand depression or anxiety, but because that's what I have, he wanted me to teach him how to help when I needed him to. I had a New Jersey phobia. I was so afraid to take the big truck into New Jersey. And for years I somehow got out of it every time they wanted me to do it. And then one day they told me I had to go to Metutchen to deliver a load & I tried to get out of it & they were adamant. I called him & I couldn't talk, I was so panicked. He's from Jersey, so he totally didn't get my fear. What can I say?? Phobias by definition are unreasonable fears. But he stopped what he was doing & he listened & he let me get hysterical & then wind down & when I finally stopped freaking, he told me that this was an opportunity to conquer this fear. That the way to do it was to face the fear head on. I already knew that, but in my panic I couldn't remember it.

He's a skeery sadist & he's so tender & loving & gentle to me & his wife & kids. He loves all of us. Every time I've had a problem with his behavior, I've presented my perception to him, we've discussed it & if he's messed up he never hesitates to apologize. Course in all these years, he's only needed to do that 3 times. Heh. Another imperfect, flawed wonderful man whose presence on this earth has made my presence here immeasurably better.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 7:03:46 PM

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my two oldest cousins who are also brothers =p -
one of my EARLIEST memories is of playing with them at my aunt's house while she fixed some lunch. they taught me how to wrestle. i dunno how young i was; RIDICULOUSLY young, but it's one of my most fun and most cherished memories. don't get to talk to them so much these days, but i'll always love them for hanging out with their goofy little girl-cousin. =p

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/16/2011 8:48:18 PM

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Master of course...he's been here through it all for me, always here when I need him, a good listener and doer and just the most amazing man I could ever imagine. I adore him and feel like the luckiest gal alive to have him as a part of my life.

Then there's my father who although no longer with us, despite all his hardships and problems in his life while he was alive, I learned all I knew and became from him. He was self taught since he had to quit school at a very young age and was the smartest man I ever knew. He taught me about philosophy, life, astronomy, geology, history and English. He tried to teach me algebra, geometry, to play the guitar and pool but gave up because I was a lost cause with all of those lol..but he tried! And he was a great dad to have.

My brother who was like a dad to me when growing up when my dad couldn't be around due to his hardships. He always made sure to call home and ask me how my grades were in school and always lectured me like a dad would do. He made sure I was clothed and fed and taken care of. While I find him somewhat wacky and strange with some of the stuff he does and how he lives his life, he's still my big brother and I love him.

And last, my late husband. He was the first man I ever loved and was my childhood sweetheart and the father of our child. While others saw him differently than I did, they didn't see in him what I knew about him...a kind heart, a smart man and generous and loving till the end.

Sure we all probably have had men in our lives that we can't stand and find despicable but there are those who men like the ones above who make up for all the awful ones.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 1:57:32 AM

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I'd be completely remiss if I didn't mention My kid.

I'm so completely proud of the man he turned out to be. It would be impossible for Me to sit here and type out My feelings on his dedication and loyalty. He's worked so hard to follow through on what he's always wanted. It was literally amazing watching him grow into a man.

Yes, I know that Mom's don't always see the other side of their kid. The one that hangs out with his friends, does silly things with them, or make bad choices growing up. I do know that he makes pretty darn good choices today, especially those ones that make him a good human being. Even now, he just doesn't have it in him to look Me in the face and lie to Me. I couldn't possibly imagine him as an adult and not being able to trust him with anything that mattered.

It wasn't that I was a great parent, either. I thought, if anything, I was pretty average at it as far as parenting being a job. The credit for how he turned out is his, not Mine.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 2:08:01 AM

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smiles... what a lovely topic LaT, thankyou for starting this.

I have been blessed to have so many wonderful men in my life, not sure who to include in this post...

Of course the first is my dad. He is almost 81 and still working part-time as a doctor even though his hands are a bit shaky and he walks a bit slower. His passion has always been for medicine and he wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't working. He and my mum will have been married for 50 years in December.

Life with him hasn't always been wonderful as he drank a lot when I was little so I have a number of not so nice memories from that time however he stopped drinking and has mellowed a lot over time. He taught me to love learning, that I could do anything I wanted and that I must never let my petrol tank get below a quarter ha ha. He calls my mum and me darling and holds hands with mum when they are out. He always compliments the cook after every meal, no matter how unpalatable it was, something that I learnt from him.

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hmmm who else, my older brother and I had a very .... distant relationship when I was growing up. He is 5 years older and went away to boarding school and our other brother was only 13 months younger than me so I was always close to him rather than my older one. My older brother would give me chinese burns, pull my hair, hide my teddy bear and generally be evil to me so I was forever getting him in trouble by telling tales on him - no wonder he disliked me!!! He had his own life and rarely attended family events.

And then ten years ago our little much loved brother suicided and it was my older brother who was the strong one whilst my parents and I crumbled with our grief. He made the phone calls to everyone, including having to make the calls to my mum (who was spending Christmas with her sisters interstate) and myself (living in another city).

In the ensuing years he has changed the most out of all of our family I think. He became incredibly close to our niece who was 9 when her dad died. He would take her out to the movies and spend time with her. Something that he continues to do with her now. They have an incredibly close bond which is beautiful to see.

I now live on the other side of the country and I know when my phone rings late at night that it will be one of two people, and generally it is him.

He calls me once or twice a week just to say hi and see how I am. I have been having some financial problems in recent months and have lost count of the money that I have borrowed from him. I was in tears one night on the phone to him, over how much he has lent me and he told me that I am his sister and that he will always be happy to help me out if he has spare money, rather than think of me worrying here all alone. He is the person that holds our family together and keeps all of us from falling apart.
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One of my best friends and I have known each other for about 16 years. He was this awful, arrogant, obnoxious 18 year old who constantly got on my nerves and I have lost count of the number of times I told him exactly what I thought of him.

We met through my flatmate who was studying with him at the time and somehow, he and I became friends and my flatmate faded out of the picture (not before she got mad with me for stealing her friend ha ha).

We then lost touch as we both moved and didn't see each other for a few years and I then moved to a town on the coast of Western Australia and was at the deli counter of the local supermarket (he can even remember what I was buying though I have long since forgotten) and found that he was standing right next to me.

He had matured (a little ha ha) and I had mellowed (a little) and we became best friends and have shared so much in the ensuing years. He came out to me over 6 bottles of red wine at my house, he and another of our friends snuck in to the yard of the house I had put a bid in on the night before I heard it was officially mine, he let me ruin all of his hankies with my mascara after the death of my brother and we moved together to Melbourne almost three years ago and shared a house for two years here. LaT, he was definitely the Felix to my Oscar!!! {I would tilt some of the magazines on the coffee table just a little and then wait quietly to see how long it took for him to notice and to straighten them

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And finally, someone very new in my life. He is the other person who rings me late at night just to say hello and see how I am. We met at the beginning of this year on the other side and tried the dating thing but it didn't work out, we didn't talk for a month or so and have been working on a friendship instead. He has let me unconditionally into his and his kids life - something that he rarely does with people and I now have this man and his three wonderful little people who all smile when they see me and hug me.

I am still unsure about all of this as I still have feelings for him and he knows this and has been wonderful. I keep trying to push him away and send him the most awful emails!! And he just reminds me that I am stuck with him forever and that he knows all of my games and fears and avoidance tactics and he isn't going to let me use them on him. Damnit, he actually expects and encourages me to have adult discussions with him about how I am feeling - jeeze! smiles, tomorrow I am going to spend the day with him and the kids and after going to a local market I am going to do baking with the kids. If I want to cry for no reason, he is always there to hold me and he gives the best bear hugs plus he mows my lawn and fixes my car!!!

smiles, hmmm maybe we need to have a thread about the women in our lives if there isn't one already?

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 2:11:28 AM

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I'm sorry julia, but are we co-parenting?
You just described my kidlet to a T!

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If I picked one guy in my life to write about it would be my son...

He is one of the kindest people I know.

He is extremely loyal to his friends and his family.

He is the type of person you can tell a secret to, and he would carry it to his grave.

He is one of the most articulate people I have ever talked to. He is curious. He has well formed and logical ideas about the world.

I do not think I have ever heard him say a denigrating thing to anyone. He is tolerant, not just of ethnic and religious differences, but of people's political opinions too (even when he can't understand them, he doesn't put them down for them).

He has a wonderful sense of humor... sometimes as dark as my own.....

I think he is one of the finest people I have ever met. I respect him deeply. I am tremendously proud of him. He shows me my flaws because of his strengths, and that doesn't make me feel bad about myself, it has taught me to be a better person. He has in many ways set an example for me, even though he claims that I set one for him.

As far as how he treats girls, well I have never had one complain to me about him. He is very shy, and he does not see himself as God's gift to woman kind. Women fall all over him because of this, and because he is 6 foot 4 and built line a linebacker....but he isn't big headed or a braggart. He enjoys talking to women and girls, even if he adores games like Halo and gaming with his guy friends.

I have known many wonderful, and not so wonderful men, and proud to say that I am friend to many, loving husbands and fathers, brothers and sons. But the one, for me, would also happen to be my son. He is still growing, still forming, not perfect by a long shot.
But he is caring, and funny, and intelligent.
This same young man will defend the honour of the first girl he loved ( and who cheated on him.) while crying over accidentally squishing a frog that wandered into the kitchen.
Perfect? not a chance in hell. Beautiful, wonderful, amazing young man ? With out a shadow of a doubt!

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 2:54:45 AM

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My grandfather - he loved me and believed in me when no one else did. He never asked me if I wanted to go to college. He always asked me where I would go to college. He was a renaissance man who didn't say much, but when he did, it was worth hearing.

My good dear friend, M. I actually call him "My M" ... Because he's MINE, doncha know! He has been one of the few constants in my life. He and I have seen each other through thick and thin and thick again. He's amazing. If he were straight... ah wellllll....

X - the man who taught me how to trust. I have never been so loved and never been seen as so beautiful and deserving. I was lucky enough to be adored by a good and decent man. We all should be so lucky.

My dear friend G who is still, 20 years later mad at the world, seeing the ugly and fighting the man. You go baby.

A - I don't think I can tell you about him too much. Kind of private. Suffice it to say he told me, "sunshine, you are not living. If we were in a sinking boat, you wouldn't get a seat in the life raft." I turned my life around. He became one of my dearest and most loved mentors. He died this year. I can do nothing except live with passion to honor his memory.

M - my sweet friend's fellow. He is consistently a good and decent and loving man. He is like an older brother to me, and I trust him implicitly. If he said, "sunshine, you need to think about X," I would.

The men in the groups that I am still a part of even though I'm far away. Still burning the candles of inspiration. Thank you.

I don't think there is anything wrong with saying thank you and appreciating the men who have touched our lives even if we've not met them. So....

Yo Yo Ma - I don't know him personally of course, but his music changed my life and gave me peace about a huge issue in my world when I really needed it.

Mr. Rogers - what more do you need to say? He was Mr. Rogers for goodness sakes.

I usually send love letters to the men in my life at Father's Day - been doing it for years. I have been so busy this year that it didn't happen. Thank you for the reminder. Guess what I'll be doing this evening.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 3:39:40 AM

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ha! bet you didn't fucking expect to see me on this thread did ya?

well i'm here to tell you you're all fucking wrong...just fucking kidding, put down your pitchforks

i have a story to tell, i alluded to it briefly in that other thread i started. i'm going to tell it here, because its the appropriate place.

while turning tricks in 2007 i met these two aboriginal guys, art and rolly. they were brothers, in their late 30s. and they were drunks. stupendously fucking hopeless drunks. they were the exact people the fuckers who came up with the worthless drunken indain stereotype had in mind when they thought up that stereotype. they were funny, and silly, and lots of fucking fun to trade barbs with and shit. the other girls and i used to enjoy their antics and jokes, and they gave most of us some sort of nickname (mine was chickie-lynn). we were friendly, i can't say we were friends, acquaintances of the street variety.

one day in late october 2007 i was curled up behind a dumpster crying. i was in bad fucking shape. i was sick with the flu so i hadn't been able to work for a while, so i was fucking broke. so there i was, sick as a fucking dog, cold, wet, jonesing for some blow and hungry as fuck. i hadn't eaten in days and had puked up everything, not even bile or stomach acid left to come up. and i'd developed a fucking sinus infection to boot. like i said, bad fucking shape. anyway, so there i am crying, retching, shivering behind this dumpster and along come art and rolly, gloriously fucking drunk. they noticed me and asked why i was crying. i have no idea why, probably just because i needed to reach out to somebody, but instead of telling them to fuck off and leave me alone i told them i thought i was going to die, and that if i didn't i was going to kill myself. i figured they would laugh and say some dumb assed thing about getting well soon, but they didn't. art said something to rolly about me being like marta (i found out later this was their little sister who had killed herself years before) and that they could stop it this time.

so they took off their coats, draped them over me and art sat next to me and held me while rolly took off. a little while later rolly came back with a bottle of vodka and they made me drink it. well in the fucking state i was in it didn't take much or long til i passed out. i woke up, who knows how much later in a dingy fucking basement with broken windows, on a filthy mattress covered in stinking blankets. rolly was there and he was keeping something warm on a little single element hotplate thing. when he noticed me awake he brought the pot over and spoon fed me soup. chicken fucking noddle soup!

and thats how it went, them taking turns staying with me, feeding me, giving me vitamin pills and tylenol they'd managed to scrounge or steal and keeping me drunk (its the best fucking thing for getting off coke they said). for a little over two weeks they did it. it didn't matter what time of day i woke up, one of those fuckers was there next to me. feeding me, washing my face, cleaning me up when i puked on myself, always gentle and smiling. most people don't have bad physical withdrawal but i did, probably the combination of flu, infection, withdrawal, dehydrtion, hunger and general ill health. when i had recovered and gotten over the fucking jags, they still weren't done. they smuggled me into a boarding house a friend of theirs was staying at so i could shower (my first in over a month, that was the most fucking wonderful shower of my life!) and then presented me with clean new clothes. i have no idea where they got them, probably fucking stole them.

then they took me to an aboriginal community outreach place where i met their mother. she took me out to burnaby and put me up til i got on my feet. i found work and moved to my own place, and here i am.

i still keep in touch with their mother by letter and phone, and she lets me know when she gets news of them. art was killed in a knife fight last august and rolly is still alive and drinking the last anybody heard.

arthur and roland, my squamish brothers who saved me just because they fucking could. they were just a couple of drunken chugs, but i will never forget them, i owe them my life.

they are the primary reasons why i so very much want to be wrong about men.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 3:51:42 AM

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 4:11:28 AM

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Jen, I hope you're bearing up. I'm so sorry.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 4:50:04 AM

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i mean seriously, this one should be self explanatory.
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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 5:01:49 AM

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 7:17:35 AM

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arthur and roland, my squamish brothers who saved me just because they fucking could. they were just a couple of drunken chugs, but i will never forget them, i owe them my life.

they are the primary reasons why i so very much want to be wrong about men.

Before any mention of Art and Rolly I knew without a shadow of a doubt they existed. If they didn't, you would not have created the thread you've gotten so much shit for creating. I knew there was a guy/s, that gave you that hope.

I've seen you reading this thread off and on since I started it and I was confident you would post on it.

I believe that you want, nearly more than anything else, to believe that these good men exist. They do. You already know it. The other shoe isn't going to drop unless you go looking for it. Keep looking for the Art and Rollys instead.

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RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. - 6/17/2011 7:42:07 AM

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when I have finished crying my eyes out... I will add to this thread, probably nowhere near as eloquently as others... but I have guys that need to be acknowledged.

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