Hi there! So... what's new with you?
Not too much going on here. Well, this happened on Wednesday... but that's about it. No big.
You people. You're some pretty damn awesome folks, you know that? Before I do anything else on this blog, I need to stop and pour out some big-time thank you's. When I hit the Publish button last week, I didn't expect the amount of support that came my way. I'm still going back and reading the comments, and it's overwhelming. You were kind, and you were supportive, and you were empathetic for me, Saucy, and Mini-P. You told some stories illustrating that my situation is not nearly as unique as one might believe. You made me feel all kinds of good, all kinds of safe.
If you read that post but didn't read the comments, I urge you to go check them out. Those comments are way, way more important than the post itself. Trust me on this. That's where the good stuff is.
What I need to do is show my gratitude to several individuals who were extra amazing in their response to the post; but if I start running down a list of names, it'll just sound like I'm accepting an academy award or something, and I'm really trying to cut down on doing and saying things that make me seem like a douche.
At some point, we'll have to have a longer conversation about the misuse of words like "brave" and "strong" in those comments. Those were incredibly kind statements, but when I look back over the past year, I can say that I didn't feel remotely brave or strong. But we can talk about that later.
For the moment, I'll just say this: before that post, I was already incredibly grateful for my friends and relatives, all of whom showed me bountiful love and acceptance when I came out to them. Now my gratitude extends to friends in Greater Cyberville. I made several new ones last week. I'm extremely psyched about that.
And so we move on. I can now fade back into my seat in the dim upper balcony of the Blogosphere and write my blatherings from there. Life here on the Didactic Ship remains the same. I can't get my daughter to pick her clothes up off the floor. I still have to nag her to slow down when she does her math homework. I'm still trying to figure out how to be Mindful Nurturing Dad, without becoming Obnoxious Overprotective Helicopter Dad. As usual.
It's true there are some new stories to tell. Like how I actually came out to the Mini-Pirate a few months ago. That seems like a tale worth sharing. I'm going to do so over at DadCentric on Wednesday. Meet you there?
Thank you for what you wrote. Your kind words made me cry big grateful tears, which as you know, pirates do not do. Ever. Let us never speak of it.