Reflections from a Gay Eagle Scout

and other secrets lives I've lived...

Scouts’ Dishonor by Totally Biased

The Boy Scouts of America were considering a change in their policy about gay guys, so this piqued my interest and made me want to post again. Here’s the video that started it for me. It is, of course, hilarious.

A Faerie Tale

This is not a true story. It is a faerie tale—for adults. It might best be enjoyed by reading it in a breezy, sing-song fashion with lots of inflection and drama, as if reading a story to a classroom of first graders. But, who am I to say? Just don’t read it to your first grader–he’d probably get it and then it would  just upset him—like the old-time fairy tales.

Once upon a time, there was a sweet little boy who lived in a family with his mother and his father in a cozy little city where he safely played outside in the warm and dappled sunshine and planted his adorable little vegetable garden and took short little walks in the lovely little neighborhood and happily skipped all through the trees in the nearby forest looking at all the bugs and plants and ants and old forgotten things that slowly but surely get covered up with the soft and sweetly scented pine needles that fill the forest floor over the warm lovely summer.

Well, this little boy was the sweetest little boy that you could ever imagine, and he never complained, and he always ate his vegetables, and he never bothered his mother when she was doing housework, and he would always let his father read the newspaper and watch television undisturbed after work until he fell asleep, and he always kissed his mother and father on the cheek before going to bed to show that he loved his family, and he never forgot to kneel at bedtime and say his prayers to Jesus and thank him for everything in the whole wide world and then fall asleep and have wonderful dreams of happily skipping through the forest searching for his favorite things and making up stories and plays and pretending to be a magical wizard who could talk to animals and change the weather.

Well, one day while he was out skipping along as happily as he could in his most favorite part of the forest, someone yelled out at him and said, “Why are you skipping like a girl?”

…more to come….

Just so you know…

This is my first blog as a gay boy (please note, that is a slang term which actually means I am a gay MAN–not really a boy) and for this gay website–and I mean that in the gay-good, gay-queer way, NOT the gay-stupid way (in case you’re wondering).

But if you’re here reading this and it’s the only blog entry posted, well, you came a little prematurely (notice the delicious use of double entendre)–which is fine… it happens to the best of you.

If you’re bored with this posting (I know I am anyways!), you can check me out at Twitter, which seems to be a little more active for the time-being. I created my account (@MorallyStraight, of course) and got 30 followers already! OKAY! Only two or three are legitimate, Twitter users and not hawking insurance or real estate or viagra or something, but still… just think what it will be like when I start working at it! :)

Well, I guess that’s all for now!