Pleased to Meet You

2009-11-08 12:26 PM | 1 comments

This is an Open Letter, from My heart, to publicly say a private thank you to all the Men in my life. No matter the “title” of our relationship, or the length of time we spent together, or where our relationship lies now.

Thank YOU.

You have made an impact on my life and helped me find who I am.
You have also confirmed what I have been afraid of, but taught me to grow familiar and unafraid of those things.
I seriously doubt the impossibillity of our chances at being friends forever.
I have always said “I’ll NEVER get married!” I don’t know if until now, I never explained why. Maybe I just figured it out, I’m not sure.

But I’m pretty sure that the reason why I say that, is because I don’t want to choose between any of you. Nor should I choose between A Man I know now, and one I will meet in the future.
SO I will not “permanently” commit to a marriage with another person, until I find another person that views the system the same way I do. I will know that person and see myself in their eyes, and they should see themselves in mine. Even if only briefly, The time we have spent or will spend together will always be memorable.
Rather than list you by name and thank you in a possibly embarassing list of lessons I’ve learned in being with you, I will list the ways you’ve impressed me. I may name certain icons by name, but still a male figure that created me. And If you find yourself checking off many mutual feelings, be assured that this letter is not written especially for you. It is written to all of you, whether you spent a day, a week, a year, 10 years, or a lifetime loving me.

Thank you for being there for me, when I need you.
Thank you for letting me be there for you.
You taught me about Life and Love.
You taught me how to change a tire.
For San Francisco.
And old men who have train timetables memorized.
Truck Drivers.
Old men with Old tattoos.
Thank you Rosdahl.
Thank you David Bowie.
That going to the park was necessary, No matter how old you get.
You explained the federal reserve system is a private bank.
You helped me with my problems with others of your kind.
You taught me how to paint.
You yelled at me for painting on the walls.
You taught me how to tattoo.
You worried about me.
Thank you Green Day.
Mark Ryden.
NikolaTesla.
Thank you for Introducing me to In Flames.
Thank you for making me do things I don’t want to do.
Thank you for letting me do what I want, although you may not like it.
You gave me a name.
You laughed at me.
You made me laugh.
Your rough hands made me love hands that make things.
You taught me that above-average is a sliding scale.
That the number 11 is even.
Thank you to sword-swallowers, and Magicians.
And for teaching me about circles, and lines.
Thank you for Tiger Army.
And Conan.
And sharks.
For doing card tricks for me.
For eating cereal with me.
Thank you for the flowers.
And for going to the movies with me.
Thank you for helping me understand the nature of my being.
Thank you for the Rabbit hole.
Thank you for fires and snow.
Thank you for Dracula.
Thank you for Reservoir Dogs.
Thank you for Elvis.

Jesus Christ.
(I had a crush on Jesus when I was a kid. I thought he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Although I am not Christian, I grew up in a Roman-Catholic environment. Jesus never lied and had a smokin’ hot body.)
Thank you for towels from the dryer and a shirt to sleep in.
Thank you Abraham Lincoln.
You Gave me a ride to work.
I gave you a ride to work.
We went to the beach.
Thank you for your sweater.
Thank you for your kisses.
For dancing with me to Achey Breaky Heart.
Thank you for your Tshirt.
Michael Jackson.
Thank you for loving Robert Smith.
And Joy Division.
And Steel Panther.
And Beer.
And whispering.
Thank you for my tattoos.
For texting me.
Thank you for sitting on my floor and playing guitar for me.
Thank you for your hat.
Thank you for letting me take your photo.
Thank you for taking mine.
For painting with me at the kitchen table.
For letting me love your children so much, that I don’t need to have my own.
Thank you for loving my Dad, and understanding why YOU remind ME of HIM.
Thank you for taking care of me when I was drunk.
Thank you for teaching me to trust you and love you.
Thank you for listening to me talk.
For Being a pain in my ass when I tattoo you.
For Every meal you ever cooked with me.
For teaching me to love music, in its entirety and infinity.
For explaining long division.
For Saving my Life.
For reading this.
For loving me.
Forever.