I said to myself, "What monkeys?"

I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving. I sure did. I ate lots of turkey and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce...I did not, however, have any cornbread dressing this thanksgiving...only the second time in my life this has happened. May it be the last.

So, I volunteered at SAAF yesterday and passed out meals to the residents and out patients. I really enjoyed myself. The meal was prepared by MCC, that's the Metropolitan Community Church of San Antonio. I used to be a member. Not anymore.

There was so much love there, especially between the residents. Everyone ate until they were full and there was even enough left over for the out patients to take some home with them.

After that, I came home and picked up a little bit before I left to C's house. C's mother made most of the food, I took some pies and tamales (puro mexicano). While I was there, I got to meet C's sister in law. She was like a flat chested darker Brazilian version of Salma Hayek. It was great. I had a hard time understanding what she was saying but every once in a while she would mention monkeys...and how angry they made her....how lazy they were...I didn't understand.

At one point she walked out and C's mother proceeded to tell me that she's horribly racist and calls black people monkeys. I didn't know what to say...I just stared at C's mother with my mouth open. Just then, shen walked back in and I felt super awkward for the rest of the time she was there...luckily she left early.

Let's call her Brazilla. I have a feeling I'm going to see a whole lot of her now that I'm spending more time at C's house. What I don't understand is how C is very open minded, educated, and a great judge of character...and yet he loves her. Granted she's very nice to the family and even to me...then again none of us are black.

So she brought flan which looked sooo good but I couldn't bring myself to eat it. I didn't want to eat hate.

After she left we cleaned up and then C and I went for a long walk with Buster, his American Bull Dog...I love this dog and he loves me. I should have taken his picture. This dog makes me feel very loved :) After the walk, we watched an episode of MASH and then Fried Green Tomaotes....one of my favorite movies. Then, I went home.

Wait, this just in: Hot Bottom Man of Irish Descent with piercing green eyes reconnects with R when he sees his relationship status on gay.com.

It's true. Some background: I met Hot Bottom Man of Irish Descent (P for short) after my first break up with D, then again during the second break up. We had great sex. Now, he wants to meet for coffee today when he gets off of work...and I'm sooo going to meet him. I think this might be the typhoon that breaks the dry spell. If I remember correctly he's about 25 by now.

Wish me luck.