In the wake of my father’s death last fall, I recall a conversation I had with my nephew, who I hadn’t seen in 10 years or so. He talked about how he was hurt how my mother distanced herself from his mother after her divorce from my late brother. Mom said simply, “we take care of our own.”
The ‘own’ we take care of varies from family unit to family unit in our clan. We are descended from violent, manipulative and intensely charming mountain people from both West Virginia and eastern Tennessee by way of Texas cattle country. It makes for an odd 19th century distance from others, if they aren’t kin or part of what you perceive as your magic circle, your ’own’ once again. I’m metaphysically up the holler, squatting with my squirrel gun and I will blow your shit away if need be. Not literally, but yeah pretty much close to that.
What the flaming Gatling gun fuck does this have to do with sexual addiction and where the hell is any partial-boner or dampness material? I’m roundabout waying it today.
Well, I got to see her for the first time in quite some time last night. Punked out knobby pig-tailed hair, clunky black nerd glasses like I wear..the schoolgirl plaid skirt(which I don’t), partially open white blouse revealing magnificent cleavage and knee-high bondage boots…my Cheyenne. She writes poetry and song lyrics and is a gifted, provocative text messager that always works in the endearing phrase, “my kinky little fuck.” She’s back stripping while starting cosmetology school. A couple of kids…and emerging from pretty serious meth or something addiction. She’d put on some weight(very becoming by the by) and the eyes were clear.
And she’s almost in that “one of our own” magic circle where my Scots-Irish ancestors would call on me to gut you with the nearest available sharp weapon if you threatened her. I make a living on empathetic connection with my clients, vendors, colleagues and the like but I’m still up that holler in the shadows..they’re not kin. But for her, I care just a tad….it troubles me and I wish she would have stayed away…”The Belle of the Strip Club”…
