Unthinkable: Part Seven

Part Seven:


     After hanging up with his friend Tommy, Richard grinned and gave a happy sigh.  He hadn't seen Tommy since he'd returned from Europe and he'd missed his friend who looked better as a woman that he ever would as a man.  He was perfect for the large wolf shifter, Anton.  Shoving his cell phone into the back pocket of his jeans  he grabbed the handles on the stroller holding the triplets and made his way towards the back door.  He wanted to check out the greenhouse and the vegetable garden.  He was even thinking about making dinner for his mate and his mate's friends.  His mate.  The words were still strange to say.  He hadn't held out much hope that he would ever have anyone to call his own or that he would ever belong to anyone himself.  It wasn't because he was gay, he knew a lot of gay couples that were happy.  No, his disbelief in a "happily ever after" for himself had more to do with the damage inside than any sort of outside influences.
     Opening the sliding door to the backyard, he pulled on his sunglasses, the wide straw hat that Vet had given to him, along with the garden gloves that he pulled on and looked down at himself.  He snorted.  What a picture he made, with his designer boots, designer jeans, soft cotton T-shirt that clung to his lean frame and cost him $200 and his Gucci shades whose cost he shuddered to think about.  Then there was the straw hat and the gloves, both of which had maybe cost Vet $10...from Walmart.  Richard cringed when he realized that he sounded a bit like a New York snob, then he shrugged, he was a New York snob...sort of.  Hearing the chattering of the triplets, he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and stepped out onto the back pork backwards, pulling the stroller with him gently.  When he turned he was happy to see that there was a ramp down one side of the porch and turning the stroller in that direction he headed that way.  He looked around the land that he now lived on and felt his heart pounding in his chest.
     He had grown up in the Bronx with his mother and "aunt," some woman that his mother had sex with whenever she wasn't having sex with this John or that John.  He'd grown up knowing that his mother was a drug-addicted, prostituting lesbian.  He hadn't cared...or atleast that's what he'd told the kids at his school when they'd teased him about it.  When he'd gotten older, he'd cared even less when the guys in the class started being the ones who were paying to sleep with his mother.  When she overdosed he'd been a little relieved and a lot alone.  With only one year left until graduation, he'd lied and told his school that his father had returned and was taking care of him.  That was the year he'd started dancing in strip clubs for money.  He'd kept stripping and dancing for money all through college, but he'd gotten a full-ride scholarship so the money he made in the clubs he'd used for nice clothes, dildos, shoes, dildos, mani/pedis, dildos, hair styles, dildos, and more sex toys than any one gay man really ever needed.  He'd met Amanda Lynn and she'd seen right through his wall of bullshit.  The two of them had been inseparable and she'd been the only person that had ever truly loved him.  Then she'd died also.
     He looked up from where he crouched next to a tomato plant and found his eyes connecting with Vet's where the other man stood watching him from beside the barn.  Now he had Vet and AL's triplets.  Maybe he would finally get to have a happy ending, people that would love him forever and wouldn't die any time soon.
     His thoughts were cut off abruptly when a pair of boots came into his line of vision.  He looked up a pair of muscled legs encased in a pair of form-fitting Wranglers and up a wide barrel chest, square jaw, thin lips, a nose with a bump in the middle, showing that it had been broken at least once before, to a pair of grey eyes, wide forehead and wavy blonde hair that brushed the gorgeous man's collar of his checkered shirt.
     "So I hear your name's Richard and you're the alpha's new mate and the guardian of Mandy's babies," the stranger stated, his voice deceptively nice, but Richard could hear the disgust underlying the pleasant words. He just wasn't sure if the disgust was aimed at him or Vet.  He stood up and pulled off the gloves, his basket full of carrots, cabbage, tomatoes, peas, green beans, lettuce, and amazingly beets all but forgotten.  Brushing off his hands on his pants, cringing at the sight of the dirt that had still managed to get underneath his manicure, he held out his hand to the unknown man.
     "That's right and you are?" he asked pleasantly, aware of the sounds of whining coming from the triplets as if they were upset by the stranger's presence.
     "Name's Bobby Ray.  I'm one of the farmhands here and I'm the alpha's right hand man," Bobby Ray said, puffing his chest out in pride.
     "I thought Vet's right hand man was Anton?" Richard asked in confusion, shocked when Bobby Ray's voice turned almost purple in rage.
     "That big, dumb moose?  He's a fairy just like you," Bobby Ray stated and Richard realized then that that show of earlier disgust had most definitely been aimed at him.
     "Well, your alpha's gay, so does that make him a fairy as well?" Richard asked with an exaggerated lilt to his voice, just to piss off the homophobic asshole.  He stood his ground when the larger man stepped dangerously close to him, a growl emanating from his chest.
     "Now you listen up you butt monkey.  My alpha ain't no fucking fairy like you.  I don't rightly know what you did when he went up to find you up there in New-Fucking- York-Queer City, but I'm gonna do all I can to change him back and either get you booted off this land along with that shit-packer Anton or I'm going to see you both dead.  We hang guys like you here in Texas," Bobby Ray threatened and Richard felt his face flush with anger and dread.  Before he could open his mouth he heard a low, menacing growl coming from behind Bobby Ray and saw the biggest, black wolf he'd ever seen standing feet away from the both of them.
     I want you to get your basket and the triplets and go in the house, don't come out until I tell you it's okay, he heard Vet's voice in his head.  Was that big, black wolf Vet?
     Vet? he questioned.
     Don't ask questions, baby, just do what I said.  No one threatens my mate and gets away with it.  I'm going to take care of this little asshole.
     "A-Alpha Tate.  I was just introducing m-myself to y-your mate-" Richard heard Bobby Ray stammering and as he picked up his basket of vegetables and pushed the triplets back towards the house, he almost felt sorry for the man.  Almost.  He heard Vet's growl grow louder and sped up, almost running as he pushed the triplets towards the safety of the house.  He wanted Bobby Ray scared, yes, because he'd practically scared the piss out of him with all of his "we hang guys like you" talk, but he didn't want Vet to kill him.  Then he'd be no better than the homophobe.  Everyone was entitled to their opinions, their beliefs and their right to live.  As he shut the sliding door he heard the sound of a second wolf and wondered what was happening, but not enough to turn around and look.  He pushed the triplets into the kitchen and after placing the basket on the counter he placed each baby in their high chair, gave them each a handful of the small chunks of peaches he'd cut up earlier and began to wash the vegetables, getting them ready for the stew he planned on making.  He would put what was happening outside out of his mind.  He had to.

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     Vet couldn't remember ever being as mad as he was at that moment.  He circled around the blonde wolf.  Bobby Ray had shifted when his attention had been strayed a bit to make sure that Richard and the triplets had gotten inside okay, but that was fine.  Vet was easily twice as big as him, the smaller wolf was no match for him, besides he had a huge motive to stay unharmed and to win...his mate.  His heart had nearly stopped when Richard's fear had reached him through their mental link.  He'd only seen Richard talking with Bobby Ray but he knew that whatever the other man was saying, it was causing his mate undue stress.  Without a thought he'd stripped and shifted, making his way up behind Bobby Ray quickly and quietly.  He'd gotten there just in time to hear Bobby Ray tell Richard that they "hung" guys "like him" and all he'd known was rage.  He'd wanted to tear the little bigot limb from limb, but he didn't want Richard or the babies to see.  But now they were in the house and he could take care of the little shit alone.
     He growled low in his throat taking a menacing step towards the other wolf, giving him plenty of time to back down and show submission.  When the other wolf did no such thing, he gave up being cordial and pounced.  The two wolves growled, baring teeth, grappling, trying to find a point of weakness on the other.  He howled when he felt the other wolf's teeth bite his shoulder and no longer trying to merely maim his opponent, he was now going for the kill.  He turned and latched onto a paw with his massive teeth, biting down hard until he heard the bone snap, the other wolf howling in pain.  Before he could go for the throat however, the sound of pounding footsteps reached his ears, he turned his head for a moment and when he swung his head back the other wolf had already taken off for the edge of the property.  He shifted back, not as quickly as before, his injury slowing him down but once he was human again he placed his clenching fists on his naked hips and yelled towards Bobby Ray as loud as possible, "You threatened the mate of the alpha and you ran during a challenge like the coward you are.  I want you off my land and out of my pack you asshole!!!"
     He scowled when he heard the sound of squealing tires and knew that they belonged to Bobby Ray.  The little shit didn't even have the balls to respond.  Turning back to the men who stood there, all of them tense with the urge to protect their alpha and the alpha's mate and children, he grinned.
     "Don't worry boys, I took care of him.  But, Bobby Ray's been banished.  He's not to step foot back on this property ya' hear?  I mean it.  If you see him, let me know.  I'm not done with that asshole yet," he admonished all of them, before turning to walk slowly towards the house, uncaring about his nudity.  He was going in the house to check on his mate and their babies, shower, and then have his still slightly damaged shoulder bandaged and cared for.  He rolled his shoulders and hissed at the pain.  It would probably take him a few more shifts before he was better, while in his human form almost any injury that he sustained could be healed with just one shift, if he was in his wolf form, it took two or three shifts to heal any injury.
     He opened the sliding door and stepped inside.  He heard the clatter of silverware and the sound of Richard's running feet.  He braced his feet and opened his arms for the smaller man who launched himself into his arms.
     "What happened?  Are you okay?  Did you kill him?  I hope you didn't kill him.  Was that him I heard driving away all fast?  Are you bleeding?  Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!  Can't shifters heal from that?  Go take a shower and clean that thing and come back and I'll put a bandage on it and wrap it for you.  I'm so glad you're okay!  I was so worried about you," Richard spoke rapidly and Vet blinked his eyes at the verbal assault.  He merely smiled in the face of his mate's concern and with a deep kiss on his lips, turned to walk upstairs to shower and change so he could come back and be taken cared of.
     Oh yeah, this being mated thing was turning out rather well.

If I F-to-M Transition, Will I Grow a Prostate?

Yeah, I seriously asked my doctor that question today.

*Shrug*

It's not that I thought I could SERIOUSLY grow one...I mean, I'm not a COMPLETE airhead, but she was going on and on and ON about the wonders of modern medicine and technology and about how they could take some of my eggs and harvest them and then when I'm ready I can either have them implanted in me or in a surrogate (this conversation came about because of the fact that when you're disabled in the line of duty they always want to see if your reproductive system has been "compromised," and while I can still GET pregnant, the fact that I'm in a wheelchair, apparently isn't conducive to having men line up at the proverbial door-the military feels responsible-hmmm....I wonder why?).

"You have to understand the strides that we are making everyday to improve the quality of people's lives.  I mean, it's quite remarkable."-My doctor.

"Really?  So...let's say I decide that I want to be a man..."-Me

"Do you feel like you're a man?  That you should have been born as a man?  Because we have people on staff you can talk to and if that's something you feel you need done, we can check into options.  The only thing is that you wouldn't be able to impregnate your partner."-My doctor.

"Oh that's no problem.  If I was a man I'd be gay anyway.  Which is what I wanted to talk to you about.  Since you all are making such strides in the medical field.  If I decide to do the whole female to male transition thing, will I grow a prostate?  Because I hear those things are great to have.  Especially you know, because I'll be gay and all."-Me

Apparently, she didn't like my questions, she told me no it wasn't possible and then she suddenly had to go.  How rude!  LOL.

I'm sorry I love to ask questions that flabbergast people.  When I was fourteen, I asked my parents, our pastors, our deacons and my Sunday school teacher about hermaphrodites.  (The parents choose the gender, but they choose what they want, what if that's not the gender that child identifies with?  Shouldn't it be up to the child?  And doesn't that apply to everything?  Even who they have sex with?)  LOL.  They tried to throw scripture at the last part, but they couldn't at the first part which tore down their whole argument.  I believe that pastor is still studying trying to find a response.  That was thirteen years ago.

I don't try to be a pest....okay, sometimes I do, my whole goal is just to make people think before they open their mouths, especially when they're attempting to condemn someone.  My doctor?  Well, I just like to piss that bitch off, it's fun.  Plus, her son, Jonathan, is one of the kids in the Gay Teens Support Groups that I talk to (you know about how there are straight people out there who support them and that there are alternatives and people to go to when they're being bullied, etc), his mother is EXTREMELY homophobic (blame it on her serving in the US military for YEARS and coming from an extremely Conservative household) and I think she's against "race mixing."  So she rubs my craw wrong all the way around.  I have to continue to annoy her, my plan is for her to be so angry at me that when her son Jon comes out in two years to her when he turns 18, she'll blame me and be angry at me and not him.

It's my plan anyway, and if I get to poke the bear and have fun a little bit along the way?  Well, that's just a bonus.

A Straight Pride Parade?

Seriously, I just had someone send me an invitation for a straight pride parade....

WTF?

I'm going to be honest and admit that I didn't even read the email, it was just so silly to me that I didn't even read it.  I'm not saying that straights shouldn't be proud of the fact that they're straight (Um, hello?  I'm straight...ish.  I mean, I'd be gay for Jennifer Aniston IN A HEARTBEAT and I think two guys together is unbelievably HOT-which is where the "ish" comes from), but I think that people are missing the point of the gay pride parade.  It's about more than couples and individuals showing that they're gay, it's showing support for people to love and live as they want without the religious convictions or ideals of others being forced upon them.  It's about expressing pride in yourself in an era that still wants gays, bisexuals and transgenders to stay in the closet hiding, unless of course they're performing on stage, well then...it's okay.

I liken the gay pride parade to the Civil Rights Movement that blacks and those that supported them, took decades ago during the 1950s and 1960s.  It's a shout, a proclamation of "We're here!  We will love who we want!  We're not going away!  You can't make us!  Give us our rights, our freedoms!  Stop your hatred, your intolerance, your bashing and your soul-killing rhetoric!"  I always smile warmly whenever I hear of a gay pride parade and I've marched in a few, or rather, like this year, rolled in a few with my wheelchair, because it reminds me that we all have the responsibility to fight for equality, regardless of if we agree with it or not.  I remember when I did a paper in college (Bethune Cookman) about the fact that there were some people who fought in the Civil War who didn't believe that blacks were equal with whites as others did, but they didn't believe in slavery (they believed in equality, but didn't agree with the the totality of the fight) and there were those who marched for Civil Rights who didn't believe that blacks had the capacity to learn like whites did, that we would never be as smart as them (Suck my 182 IQ score on that one!  Marilyn Savant scored a 228), but that we still had the right to learn and live as equally as they did.

That's the way I see the gay pride parade, it's a parade that celebrates love and equality for EVERYONE.

So a straight pride parade?  How is that out of the ordinary at all?  Why would that even be needed?  No one is trying to prevent straight couples from being able to marry (although some of them should be...I mean...really), no one is telling straight couples that they weren't born straight or that they're abominations and God doesn't love them because of who they choose to love (which is a bunch of malarky! Do people just not READ the Bible or something?), so why would they need a parade to march in?

It angered me a little when I saw it and I promptly wrote back this person (who is now deleted and blocked from my email address) and told them that they didn't have to approve of who I chose to call friend and who I chose to fight for, but they had to respect my wishes on not sending my anything that I found offensive (this wasn't their first time-I was called a f** hag by this person and told that I'd be chained with the rest of them and burned in hell-probably should have blocked her then).  So maybe someone else, who is a little more understanding can explain to me the whole straight pride parade thing, because I'm just not getting it.