Who Is Q

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  A Bit Wordy:

Before I came out, I had questions. Questions like. Can you be be bisexual and bipolar?  Not sure who you want and if you're happy or sad about it. I'm not bipolar. OCD, Maybe. I still have questions.

 Questions like.

Why are straight people not part of the LGBTQ community? What about the NDSLGBTQ (Non discriminating straight, lesbian, bi, gay, trans or questioning) community? The question is obvious.


Who invited the straight guy?


I'm curious. When did questioning overtake curiosity? Who the f*ck am I? Wait, that's a question. 

How did Q make it to the club? Did they have a pronoun meeting?

All in favour of letting the guy with the questions hang out at the end? Any questions? Precisely. Hey Q, you're in or you're out, anyway, welcome to the club. 

******

Just a random thought. 

Baseball. 

Not just baseball but Q baseball.

 

Its a beautiful day at the ball park. The sun is shining. The fans are drinking mimosas, eating skittles and rainbow coloured popcorn. Just cheering for their favourite team.

Q watches the game from the bench not knowing the score and afraid of finding out. Scared shit-less that he might have to pitch hit and be good at it.

The field is all bats, balls, butts, boobs and booties. It's just the matter of picking a team.

Q has to decide who he likes, the hot chick in the batters box or the hot guy on deck.

The first, third base coach and umps are not players but they could be.

The ump clarifies the rules.

Base on balls, is not balls on base.

A foul tip is not a stinky dinky.

A Pop up is not camper or a tent.

A pop out is not and unzipped fly and a little surprise. Aka, Fly ball.

A fielders choice is still a fielders choice.

Who is on first is always better than what's on second.

I don't know the guys name on third and nobody likes him.

A home run is still a home run and striking out, well, you get it.

A position is where you play on the field, not how you play on the field.

The foul poles are where we draw the line

and foul balls are the reasons why we draw the line.

The box is where you stand like or not

 

Pitching

 

The fast ball is hot but doesn't last long

A curve-ball is an unwelcome surprise.

Knuckle ball I would rather not say.

Sometimes the pitcher will reach around and give you a slider

while throwing a sinker.

The change up is always a surprise especially swing your bat to fast.

 

 The game is on and Q is out. 

Q gets called into the game. Stands at the plate not knowing what the pitcher is serving. Grabs his bat with two hands hoping he had enough left over to connect with the pitch. The pitcher smiles reaches around for the slider and give him a sinker. Q knocks it out of the park. Rounds the bases steps on and cleans home plate at the same time. The announcer yells He's going He's going He's out of here!! 

 Thank you for tuning in this Denny D saying so long from Sailor field.

This has been a bit wordy.

Thanks for hanging in there.

 

Denny D 

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