Sista..... Stand Up!

My parents have always been god fearing people and something would have been wrong if there were no gospel, sermons or singing during my Honeymoon visit. Being in America however, has been a completely different kettle of fish than the UK. The TV channels are littered with gospel channels with thousands of people searching for someone to guide them on the path that will take them straight to Jesus. I use the word littered literally as a lot of them talked a lot of horseshit and most of the programmes looked like God fearing versions of Ricky Lake! The large, packed auditoriums with ministers waving bigger ego’s than glory itself. They march up and down the stage, dipping, screaming, waving there ares to make sure their ‘message from god’ is force fed with guaranteed indigestion. Lapping up the adoration of the 1000's of fans. Not the congregation? The fans. Unfortunately this is an area where people are vulnerable and in the wrong hands I suspect that a lot of these ‘leaders’ are in it for the money and the fame and not the spiritual well being of their flock. Reams of people getting ‘in the spirit’ black and white I might ad! During our car journey home, a preacher was screeching and carrying on on the radio about the satanic practise of homosexuality. He rabbited on for ages while I roiled my eyes in the back and bit my tongue. I couldn’t stand much more of it so I asked mum to play the tape that was there. Still more God fearing screaming but at least I would not have to listen to the arse hole who was on before. This preacher who is so adamant and aggressive about the demonic wrongs of homosexuality probably takes it up the arse anyway!!

Its amazing what happens when you really get the opportunity to switch off from the daily grind. I hadn't realised how disconnected I had become from René until we came away on this trip. I could feel the stress melting as the plane glided over the Atlantic and I began to see him again like the first time. His softness… the tenderness wrapped inside his masculinity. I also noticed for the first time in a long time how he looked at me. Really looked at me… what follows on from this reconnection is also a nookie re connection. The mischievous care free nookie that makes you feel like a teenager again. (not that I was having great sex as a teenager… I was more like a-bag-o-spuds in those days!) Mum and dad had just bought a second property which we visited on our second day in Georgia. Dad said we could hang out and watch telly whatever. he had some odd jobs he wanted to do out in the grounds so he left us too it. We looked around the house which was very quaint but in need of some desperate tlc and before we knew it we were bonking on the bedroom floor carpet. We could see dad through the window down at the bottom of the garden to check he was not coming back!!! I did feel a little guilty my folks being god fearing an’ all, but it was so naughty! As penance, I went out and helped dad feed the chickens grinning throughout the whole thing!!