I'm so gay

Okay, not the homosexual kind of gay, but the gay we used to call kids at school who were really nerdy and tacky. Is that bad or offensive to the real gay community. Uh oh, I don't do contraversy well. We'll find out if anyone actually reads my blog after this one. I ain't skeered! I'm even going to let people post comments. Eh, I can see the cobwebs and hear crickets from the cyber-ghost town now.

Back to me, here's why I'm gay. Because I love my boyfriend! I do, I do! I tell him how much I miss him and how I want to spoon with him and put my head in his chest and hold hands; and I'm happy just to be with him - even when we're not having sex! Can you believe it? Me!

Not that anyone but he and our kids see it. Sure, the friends and family get a sneak peak of the "baby, I love you" talk, but they'll have to be hiding behind the corners or travel through the vortex into my brain to get the girly-giggly "he's so cute and I dream of wearing his pin" stuff. And it'll be a cold day in hell before anyone sees me scribbling Mrs. Helene on my notebook.

Here's what makes me REALLY gay about it, though. I like to cybershop for engagement rings, wedding dresses, reception halls and houses. Even better, I'm studying on a non-profit website about how to make a healthy step-family. But don't tell anyone. I'm not ready to come out of the closet.