A Fat Gay

I have had a case of writer’s block lately. That does not bode well for a blogger. Then the other day as I was driving down the road it hit me. I giving you the bird’s eye view of my mother’s womb! Yes indeed, you are seeing it first. Well, I mean I saw it first, but you know what I mean.

Yes, my siblings and I make up quite a little circus. We should charge for our story I think. There is me. The oldest. And a big ole lesbian. Then there is my younger brother. He is the middle kid. White dude with 3 fingers. Long story. Another time. then there is our “accidental” sibling. The mixed race child. He is about 15 years our junior. Give or take. We all are close despite the age difference if you were wondering. My mother’s womb sounds like the beginning of a great joke, “hey, you hear the one about the lesbian, black kid, and white dude with 3 fingers?” Truth is, it’s pretty damn comical if I do say so myself. And wow, we all love chicks! Talk about sharing the good times. .

My youngest brother is about to graduate high school and play college football. That’s if he can keep his mind off all the girls that he thinks adore him! Then again, he may not play college ball. Who knows? These kids today change their minds like the wind blows. I do know one thing for sure, without those two, my life would be boring!!