Let's Talk About Kinsey's Scale

[Wiley50]

Ok we've all been around the block more times than we should have about Larry Craig

Let's talk turkey

Kinsey says you're not usually either straight or gay
You're somewhere on a continuum in between

For me, I've known this since I turned puberty

I've been married to females four times and truly loved every one
but it never worked out in the long term
a SIDS death ( at 22 months), a 15 year age difference, a bunch of financial troubles
The usual stuff

But four or five times in my life I've also met guys
that totally caused me to fall in love, head over heels
(and not in a bathroom either)

But I guess I'm an easy lay when it comes to females
but I'm pretty picky when it comes to guys

Check out how I fell head over heels for my last boyfriend

Here is an email I sent to my friend Joe Bageant on 4/17/05
in remembrance of the last guy I fell in love with
who had recently passed



Joe,
>I don't know how you do it. Wild Palms is like an homage to my recently
>departed (last year) dear friend, Tom McKnight, self-proclaimed " Commodore
>of the Cumberland" ( to which I would always pinch his butt and say "
>Captain Tom, Common Whore of the Cumberland" which brought him back down a
>notch or two at least for a pico-second. )
>I first met Tom on the river( which he never left for long ), whilst
>attempting to sail a river a hundred yards across on average and lined by
>tall limestone bluffs and lamenting the loss of my fourth wife.
>There are few sailboats in this stretch of the Cumberland.
>When round a bend appeared a highly modified San Juan 21 with a jeep roll
>bar on the stern, bedecked with hanging chinese paper lanterns, and flying a
>red chinese dragon flag from its mast.
>In the cockpit, at an antique cocktail table sporting a Wedgewood
>cut-crystal ice bucket and under a seven foot diameter bamboo parasol, sat
>Tom McKnight, dressed in pink sweat pants, orange sweatshirt, blue lifevest
>and topped with a fire engine red beret, pouring martinis of cheap half
>gallon vodka and orange soda ( or was it "Squirt" that day ( his favorite
>chaser).
>I kid you not. This really happened. Of course, we immediately became
>inseparable friends.
>Tom longed for the open ocean. A saltier denizen of Gallatin, Tennessee
>there never was. But Toms father, who finally blew his brains out of his
>miserable marriage, left Tom, his schizophrenic sister and his ailing holy
>bitch of a wife a riverfront home on the Cumberland. ( In Tom's family, as
>in mine, women generally live to be a hundred, not content with bitching
>their husbands into an early gave, but determined to do in their male
>offspring as well. )
>Tom, unwilling to leave his mother in the care of his sister ( though they
>each deserved each other more than Tom did either one) stayed on, holding
>court daily in a backyard grove of bamboo and bananas, the ever-present
>half gallon of vodka, a "West Marine" catalog and the current issue of
>"Cruising World" magazine his constant companions.
>The old boy finally bought the farm last year. Took two months for cirrhosis
>to extract its final revenge ( the last month in a coma, his blood dripping
>from a catheter in his stomach into a bucket on the floor.)
>I had gotten him on the phone in the emergency room by claiming to be his AA
>sponsor. I had extracted him many times before that way when he wound up at
>the hospital after a particularly bad binge. This time it was different. He
>told me " No,I've really done it this time, old boy. I think I'd better stay
>here."
>So you see Joe? Bob D., his sick old mother, the decrepit mansion and even
>the orange soda martinis hit very close to home for me. You even managed to
>get Stephen G. in there.
>And I am damned determined to not end up like Tom and Bob D. Soon as this
>God damed eagle shits my arrearage disability check, I'm headed for the
>coast. Only after I'm no longer here will Mom realize that she can't manage
>the place any more and let herself be put into an assisted living, where
>people are paid to endure her bitching and go home at night and have a life
>away from it.
>I'm outta here. I refuse to end up like Tom.
>But for now I wait... and browse sailboats to fit my budget on the
>internet.
>And have writer/editor friends who coulda and shoulda been friends thirty
>years ago ( but I'll not harp on history) who entertain me with tales of the
>reluctant gurus we've both been blessed to know and love.
>

[cherokeeprogressive]

1. I've met guys who've made me horny. eom

[Wiley50]

2. I don't mean just horny. I mean Drop Dead Beautiful Be with me Forever friends

and I can figure out how to work the damn plumbing

[Suich]

3. I'm not really sure what you're trying to say,Wiley.

I disagree with the Kinsey report...I don't think most people are on a continuum in between. I think the majority of people are either straight or gay...no? Tell me what I'm missing in your post.

This whole story about Larry Craig is so sad, no matter how it turns out. I can't imagine what it is like for his family.