After Panama going home to Miami was actually more like a vacation than the "vacations" I had been on. Living two blocks from the ocean, one block from my gym, and walking around in the steamy Miami Beach weather is bit of peace at home. My home vacation was cut short though when I had to fly to LA on July 4th for 3 days to set up my distribution business. I was able to hang out with my friend Sam on the 4th and then catch up with Scotty during the day working hard to get things up and running and then hanging out at night and running into Blake Riley and Jonathan Chang. I flew home on Monday and then Tuesday took a quick one day trip up to Minneapolis for some unfinished business...now finished! A few days at home and then off to Oregon. Yes, my right-wing, back country father lives in the outback of Oregon. Every time I come here it is forced relaxation because his computer is on a 56K modem, no wi-fi, and spotty cell service. So I basically kick back, talk politics and catch him up on the missing 6 years of my life......ok, you want the story, here's the story:When I was 18 my brother told my father I was gay even though my brother was secretly gay himself. I'm sure my brother peeks at my blog, so George, if you disagree, post a comment, but I basically feel it was a social experiment on my brother's part since he is 5 years older than me. I really think he wanted to see how my father and step mother would react. I did not find out my brother was gay until I was 27. My father did not react well and I, in turn, reacted equally bad to his reaction to me being gay. This issue was just the icing on the cake of numerous issues I had with my father while growing up then compounded by me being a hard headed left winger and him being a harder headed right winger. The result being absolutely no communication for 6 years. My mother or my brother delivered absolutely no messages to me from my father and vice-versa. So when I decided to implement communication with my father and step mother again it was, well, a weird, but rewarding process. When I saw them for the first time after 6 years they told me they would not have recognized me if they would have passed me on the street. I would have recognized my step mother, but I'm not too sure about my father. Fast forward 9 years and now I have a very good relationship with them that is progressively getting better. They know I own a porn business, that I was involved in porn, and they, well, my father, is coming to closer to accepting me as being gay (my step mother already pretty much does) but he still struggles a bit with having two gay sons. A right-wing, Bush-can't-do-anything-wrong, excommunicated Mormon from a white trash family man that broke free as much as he could from his white trash roots with 16 brothers and sisters, as he could to accept a left-wing pro Obama, porn star, porn company owner gay son.
So here I am picking blueberries in central Oregon.....and you all thought Dubai and India was interesting? hhhmmmm.
