"None Of That Faggety Shit Under My Roof..."

After a week with my family, Mark and I re-packed all our shit, and headed out to warmer weather in the beautiful Texas city of Austin.  This is where Mark grew up, and where the both of us attended college together.  Once comfortably nestled in our hotel room and after some much needed "I am sooooo fucking sorry, Mark, sex," we headed over to his mom's house.  

This is always an adventure. His step dad, Bill, is a bit of a crazy old drunk, and is known for pretty much speaking his mind at will.  So, with Mom rustling up some food, Bill takes us into the living room and says something to the effect of; "You know I love you two boys and all, like my own sons, dabnabbit, but FUCK if I'll cotton to any of that faggety shit you two boys git into under my roof.  What would I tell my Nana (that's his mother, who lives on the first floor in the "mother-in-law" suite), with you two carrying on like two ripped tom cats wrastling in a cinched up gunny sack?   Shit, better off staying in a hotel, let the front desk deal with any upset guests complaining 'bout all the ruckus you boys be making."  

Ok, I realize that this is pretty offensive on just about every level, and this is him being cordial, mind you, but there's a part of me that prefers this to what I just went through with my own family.  At least I know where I stand with this drunk bastard, know what I mean?  With my family, the more comfortable I get with being gay and making a life with Mark as my mate, the more uncomfortable they seem to get.  Thank God for my little bro, Johnny...I don't know exactly how he gets Mom twisted around his little finger, but come time to head to bed our first night, fuck if he didn't park his ass on the couch and shoo us upstairs to my old bedroom.  Of course, Mom was so fucking quiet about everything, we were scared to even shift around in bed, let alone fuck, for fear someone might think we're being human.  Angela's husband, was also being really cool.  The four of us hung together most of the time Mark and I were there, and I swear, if I was to get that bro-in-law "drunk" enough, I know he'd let me swing from that thick tree of his poke'n from his trousers.  Lord knows, I'd never do that though, I blew one of Angela's ex-boyfriends once, back in college, and, honestly, to this day, I don't think she has forgiven me.  I think that truly was the beginning of our downfall with one another.  And, for my part, I thought I was just getting some sloppy seconds...

Oh well, it's good to be back home and getting back to the business at hand, and all that crap.  Mark headed right out to the east coast, after we shared a flight to Dallas together.  I think he's only going to be gone a couple of days, so on top of everything else, I think I'm almost ready to spring the "move in" conversation with him.  I don't think he's been to his place except to pick up some clothes and check is mail in over a month, maybe two.  

I'm NERVOUS!!