Biting the dust?

It's all not very nice this evening. I feel like a bear with a sore head, only it's sore teeth and gums... again. Yep I have another tooth which will probably be biting the dust. And I just feel like biting someone really hard. Two in one week. I wish I could win the lottery that fast. What is it with my teeth/gum weakness I will never find out. Ok so one lazy wisdom tooth out, now it's yet another molar which has decided to follow gravity... it's moved away from its socket, so practically the nerve is out and practically I am popping antibiotics and pain killers as if I were a drug addict. This is no life, I think I could manage a hurt foot, but with teeth it's something else. It is all turning me into a monster and I hate it but I have no control over it. So now I'll be spending a week trying to control the pain only to have a tooth funeral again. Oh and then I'll be having a fixed porcelain tooth fitted in of course. Dental surgery and the bill, oh God. I could have bought myself a brand new diamond, instead I am nursing my teeth. But then, it could have been worse couldn't it? Somehow I think of those people who would love to trade places with me. But it still makes it no better. Tooth fairy... you can keep all the Euro, I need some magic this time.

Not respect but... pity?

I have had a horrible statement dished out to me on an imaginary silver plate. You want respect, ha ha you ain't got no respect, but just pity, not more no less. What a lovely statement innit, and coming from a man I love so so much. No, it's not my Mister. My Mister ain't perfect but he would never come up with something like that. I know my man. I also know the other man, have known him for 35+ years, and never ever thought it possible. But it is, and that's the reason why it felt just like cold stab, because I never thought it possible. It's made me sad of course. But does feeling sad make it better? Not really. It makes me feel ever sadder. Now I also know why we have coined the term a better half. Because this time I am not the worse half, because I have never said things of the sort to one of the most loved men in my life. This is when twinnings get complicated. And sad. Because if my twin really thinks that my biggish stature really should get in the way of respect, then can I really demand otherwise from strangers? Saddest of all, doesn't that make my twin another version of Normal Lowell? My twin, who of all people should thank his lucky stars he is living now and not a hundred years ago. My twin is diverse in his way, I am diverse in my own. So that is why I do not have biggish problems anymore, because people talk to me out of pity? And after bearing the brunt of so many jokes in bad taste, after taking all the abuse (really) because I am not a size 8, 12, 14, or 16, all I get is pity? Is that what you really think bro? Because I don't think so. Perhaps I will get no respect from silly people like you who think the butt is the be all and end all. I have fought for your right to be diverse and have ended up looking like the black sheep in the process. I have kept mum about so many things lest I would hurt you. I still do. But you don't. And that makes me the better half, with a very biggish percentage too. Because even if do not deserve respect because of my biggish qualities, I am still going for it. Pity.... no, that it not even in my dictionary, sorry.