Chad and Chew

Every story has a beginning.  Even mine, I guess.  You would think that having been a child of AOL .5 that I would have tried bloggin’ it a while black.  But it seemed like cloggin’ except this gave good wrist rather than good ankle.  So this is my feeble attempt to see if the power of the written word reaches my friends and myself more than the spoken one.  And I never liked how I sounded in person anyway. 

Come to think of it, that’s an interesting phrase…in person….would you ever say how I sounded "out" person…maybe if you were an existentialist, or like Shirley out on a limb, or if you were being an in your face homosexual with the adamant use of the word out. 

Not that being out is bad.  I came to terms with it back in…pulls chin…ok, well I don’t know that answer right now.  More to come on that topic.  Oh, the double entendre fun.

Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis…I guess the rhyming means I’m happy to be hear.  Look for Sybil fractures later where I discuss my views on religion, sexuality, and that quest for love.  Lust was a thing of my 20’s, but that doesn’t mean you won’t find shades of that every now and then on here.  Straight or not, everyone loves a lil scandal.