a reply to: ladyvalkyrie
As you know, I am British, so although I raise a glass to those across the ocean on Thanksgiving, the whole thing passes me by like so much atmosphere
does on a daily basis. Sometimes, when I am in a hale and hearty mood, I will even toast that as it passes through and around me.
But family gatherings are interesting for me. My family is a strange construction by some standards, consisting of more family who do not share
genetic heritage with me, than family who do. You see, my experience has taught me that blood is not as important as unity. If you gather about
yourself people who matter to you, and remove from your immediate vicinity those upon whom you would not urinate in order to extinguish in the event
of them tragically finding themselves on fire, you find that the family which results from that does not fight, does not argue, but binds together
under stress, and knows how to chill when peace is upon you all.
My mother, my sister, my brother in law, my buds, their buds, our buds... We are family because we behave like one, and that is what counts. I do not
speak with my grandmother on my fathers side, because she is a toxic, hateful, wizened turd from the rectum of Satan, who made my mothers life hell to
the point of clinical depression when I was five. I do not speak to my father and have not done since I was eighteen or so, because he was seven kinds
of a bastard, and eighteen kinds of useless, and frankly is the worst advert for manhood that I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. I value
instead the people who value me, who value my people, all of them.
As a result, I have no familial problems, because in all things, we are one another's familial solution. We are bound not by blood and obligation,
but by love for one another and determination to see those we love upheld, no matter the darkness which may assail us, nor the tribulations which
might befall us. Spirit binds us, and it is stronger than blood.