I took these shots of Buddy and I sitting out in the backyard just snuggling on the porch swing enjoying what we can of the last of the mild weather before it gets too cold to be outdoors, and I was just loving on him, thanking God for him, being grateful for him in my life,savouring the moment, and the 11 YR old saw this photo and goes, You look like an old man! and it got me thinking, I know, I’ve been told many times I look like a man, I look like an old man, I look like a dyke, I look like an old lesbian, etc. but to Buddy it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
He loves me anyway. Just as I am.
It doesn’t matter that I look like a man in drag.
Or that I weigh as much as a hippo, and that I’m crazy, that I’m broken, damaged, traumatized,
and love the ganja.
or that I can’t do math in my head( or any other way, for that matter)
It doesn’t matter that people find me irritating and annoying.
It doesn’t matter that I’m not smart, I’m a mess,or that I struggle with everything
or that I’ve never been popular and that no
one loves me except for him.
It doesn’t matter that I fail at everything I try and
that I sing out loud even though I can’t sing.
It doesn’t matter that I’m perfectly imperfect.
He loves me anyway.
Just as I am.
It doesn’t matter
that he’s old and grey now
or that he hobbles and limps along slowly,
or that he has a big lump under his eye, and
has death-breath that could be classified as a biological weapon.
It doesn’t matter that his farts smell like skunk
or that he’s missing teeth
and always steals my spot on the couch
or sometimes shits on the carpet when he has diarrhrea.
I love him just the way he is.
To me he’s perfect.