Flying To The Stars

Sometimes when I'm futzing around on the internet, my heart breaks at how many people seem to hate themselves. Everyone seems to put themselves down - they think they're too short, too fat, too skinny, they don't have the 'right look'. Even my beautiful Samantha was berating herself the other day for turning grey - which I think just makes her look even more sensational.

It makes no sense - she calls me her 'silver fox' and told me that when I started turning salt and pepper that it was sexy and made me look distinguished. But apparently when a woman goes grey it means she's 'let herself go'

Fucking ridiculous.

It turned into a wonderful conversation though about the things we love about each other, and the things we love about ourselves. And what, I hear you asking, do I love about myself?

My optimism. I love that I see the best in people. I look for the good in everyone and in life.

My hair. Sure it's grey but I've still got a full head of thick hair.

My geekiness. I was a geek for decades before it was cool, always loved science-fiction and superheroes.

My sense of humor. Sometimes it's a bit dark but for the most part I love to make people laugh and try not to take things too seriously. See point one.

My chosen family. Samantha and Lucy. My son. The older I get, the more I appreciate them, the more I love them. They are mine. And they like me the way I am.

So now let me turn it around to you and try spread some joy and love around - what do you love about yourself?

I like to think of myself as being a fairly open-minded guy. I try not to be to judgemental of other lifestyles, considering mine is doubly alternative but I have to admit that every so often I come across something that I simply don't get.

On the internet, recently, I have discovered one of those things.

Fan fiction.

From what I can gather, it appears to be imagining characters from a tv show or movie or even the actors playing them are gay and writing porn about it.

Lucy is quite taken with it at the moment. She assures me it's 'hot'.

On one hand, anything that can get Lucy reading is a great tool. She wants to read and gets very frustrated with herself when her attention span doesn't allow her to.
I also keep meaning to speak to Samantha about reading books vs reading on the screen if it's the format that's helping her concentrate, and would be worth getting Lucy a Kindle?

On the other hand, however, I... don't get it.