Hey y'all. Jaimie here. Helen wanted to take on a bigger role and so, against my better
judgment, I've allowed her to start a blog where she documents her takeaways for every episode. Helen's a bit of a firecracker, as you know, so I can't attest to whatever is put in this here blog, but I wanted to give this old assistant of mine an outlet. Happy Reading folks!
In my seven decades on this planet, I've been called many things: a rebel, a troublemaker, a free spirit, and even a stubborn old coot. Call me what you will, but there's one thing you can't deny—I've lived life on my own terms. I've smoked my fair share of cigarettes, savored whiskey straight from the bottle, ridden motorcycles faster than I probably should have, and fixed more engines than most folks ever will.
Now, you might be wondering why someone like me is working as an assistant for a mission that's all about highlighting, uplifting, celebrating, and normalizing queer families. Well, the truth is, I b
elieve in it more than you could ever imagine, and it's a secret I've held close to my heart for a long, long time.
You see, I may come across as a tough old bird who doesn't give a damn about anyone or anything, but beneath this grizzled exterior, there's a story that few people know. I never had children of my own. It's a fact I've tried to downplay and act like it doesn't bother me. But every time I hear these stories of happy LGBTQ families, it opens a wound I've been trying to ignore for years.
It's not that I didn't want children. Life just had a funny way of taking me down a different path. I've had
my fair share of loves and losses, but I've never had the privilege of raising a family. And believe me, it's something that's left a void in my life—a void I've tried to fill with cigarettes, whiskey, and the roar of a motorcycle engine.
So, you might be wondering why I'm here, working tirelessly to support a cause that reminds me of what I never had. Well, it's simple, really. These LGBTQ families, their stories, their love—it's like a balm for my soul. It's a way for me to vicariously experience the joy of parenthood, to witness the love and resilience of these families, and to be a part of something bigger than myself.
Sure, I may be a bit c
ranky at times, and my leather jacket might have seen better days, but I'm loyal to the bone, and I'm committed to this cause. I might grumble about the long hours and the paperwork, but deep down, I know that every story we share, every family we celebrate, brings us one step closer to normalizing what should have been normal all along.
I may have taken an unconventional road through life, but now I'm on a mission to ensure that others don't face the same bumps in the journey that I did. So, call me stubborn, call me a rebel, but know this—I'm here because I believe in love, in family, and in a world where everyone has the chance to build their own version of happily ever after. And that's a mission worth fighting for, no matter how old or grizzled you may be.
Jaimie again. Like I said, I have
no idea what is going to go down in this blog. But I do know that at her core, Helen is really a very wonderful, giving and sentimental softie. But don't tell her I said that, please. I don't need another cigarrette burn in my pillow case.... The struggle is real y'all.
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