Being James Kirk
Life can be . . . different . . . when blessed with a name like James T. Kirk. As a little kid, everyone though it was neat. When I was in junior high, though, I began to hate my name, and even went through a short period where I hated my parents for bestowing said name upon me.
When I was in high school, people tended to make assumptions about me based on my name; usually assuming I was a dork. (This was one of the motivators behind me getting into bodybuilding.) As time went by, though, I grew to appreciate it. In college, girls seemed to assume that I had a libido similar to that of my namesake. Lucky me, right?
Well, yeah . . . like my namesake, I would never turn town the advances of an Orion slavegirl™ (never found one, though), but I would have preferred the attentions of a beefy Orion slaveguy™ (haven't found one of those, either). Something tells me that, K/S fan fiction aside, I don't have that in common with the commander of the USS Enterprise!
I joined the Marines straight out of college. I enjoyed my years in the Corps; I am proud to have served my country, and would do so again, if called upon. Believe it or not, my sexual orientation was never an issue in the service. Some people around me knew of it; I was never "in your face" with it, and no one ever made it an issue. Being Captain Kirk was a bigger deal to my friends and fellow Marines than who was in my bed at night.
There's a life lesson for the "gay community" in there somewhere . . .
When I met Lilith, I fell hard for her. We were married in 1994, and I was serious about our wedding vows. I remained faithful. She traveled a lot, though, and that distance showed up in our relationship. Lilith was never really interested in having children; I assumed the lack of time together was the reason. When I was given a medical discharge in '95 I had hopes that it would help facilitate us being together more often. Unfortunately, we were together no more after I became a "civvie" than before.
We held out for almost ten years before the bottom fell out. Lilith flew to Portugal on another "business trip". Little did I know that would be the last time that I ever saw her. She had been gone for two weeks when I was served with divorce papers. I was devastated. I was also broke: I had trusted her with our finances, because she was better with money than I.
Big mistake.
She had emptied our bank accounts and run up all our credit cards. There wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, except close the accounts, and work to pay them off. All I had left was my medical retirement and the income from my job. If it wasn't for Neil offering me a place to live, I'm not sure what I would have done. He would be the last to admit it, but I owe him a lot.
After Lilith, I totally swore off women. They are evil, kinda like tequila. Fun in the moment, but oh, do you pay for it later!
Men, at least, I can understand. Maybe I'll meet that Orion slaveguy™ someday. Maybe I have, and just don't know it yet. Until then, I'll just let it ride . . .
When I was in high school, people tended to make assumptions about me based on my name; usually assuming I was a dork. (This was one of the motivators behind me getting into bodybuilding.) As time went by, though, I grew to appreciate it. In college, girls seemed to assume that I had a libido similar to that of my namesake. Lucky me, right?
Well, yeah . . . like my namesake, I would never turn town the advances of an Orion slavegirl™ (never found one, though), but I would have preferred the attentions of a beefy Orion slaveguy™ (haven't found one of those, either). Something tells me that, K/S fan fiction aside, I don't have that in common with the commander of the USS Enterprise!
I joined the Marines straight out of college. I enjoyed my years in the Corps; I am proud to have served my country, and would do so again, if called upon. Believe it or not, my sexual orientation was never an issue in the service. Some people around me knew of it; I was never "in your face" with it, and no one ever made it an issue. Being Captain Kirk was a bigger deal to my friends and fellow Marines than who was in my bed at night.
There's a life lesson for the "gay community" in there somewhere . . .
When I met Lilith, I fell hard for her. We were married in 1994, and I was serious about our wedding vows. I remained faithful. She traveled a lot, though, and that distance showed up in our relationship. Lilith was never really interested in having children; I assumed the lack of time together was the reason. When I was given a medical discharge in '95 I had hopes that it would help facilitate us being together more often. Unfortunately, we were together no more after I became a "civvie" than before.
We held out for almost ten years before the bottom fell out. Lilith flew to Portugal on another "business trip". Little did I know that would be the last time that I ever saw her. She had been gone for two weeks when I was served with divorce papers. I was devastated. I was also broke: I had trusted her with our finances, because she was better with money than I.
Big mistake.
She had emptied our bank accounts and run up all our credit cards. There wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, except close the accounts, and work to pay them off. All I had left was my medical retirement and the income from my job. If it wasn't for Neil offering me a place to live, I'm not sure what I would have done. He would be the last to admit it, but I owe him a lot.
After Lilith, I totally swore off women. They are evil, kinda like tequila. Fun in the moment, but oh, do you pay for it later!
Men, at least, I can understand. Maybe I'll meet that Orion slaveguy™ someday. Maybe I have, and just don't know it yet. Until then, I'll just let it ride . . .
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