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Feb 24 2017, 11:18 PM
Like clockwork every Thursday, Dwayne found himself in Dr. Abraham's office at 3PM sharp. Therapy was good for his recovery, along with his weekly Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and going to church, but seeing Dr. Abraham had become a relief to Dwayne. That office was his safe space; he could talk things out with Dr. Abraham that he felt like he couldn't necessarily talk about honestly with his family and friends.
Here lately, he felt like he was still struggling to figure out who he was without a bottle in his hands, and he felt like people weren't...quite seeing him for who he was now. Like he was still being seen as Drunkwayne, not...well, not who he was at this moment. Dwayne, the business man, the horse trainer and breeder, the family man..it was frustrating. He was still trying to clean up his messy life and mend relationships, and it was hard when people kept treating him like someone who was going to fall apart and slip up at any moment.
Luckily for him, his husband was one of the few people that saw him for who he was now, and had enough faith and trust in Dwayne to let him do his thing without much questioning. God, he was ever so blessed to have Jackson- Jackson saw who he was under all the booze, and he had stayed by his side this whole time. His husband had such faith in him that he wasn't going to backslide...If was at all possible, Dwayne was falling even more for Jackson, or falling in love all over again.
The least he could do for his man, was bring home dinner after he got out of therapy. He stopped at their favorite Chinese food restaurant, picking up their usual orders and stopped at the grocery store to pick up a bottle of coke. He didn't even go near the beer and alcohol. He didn't even think about it- well, not much these days.
Before too long, Dwayne pulled up to their house, right into his parking spot in their garage, taking the food into the house. "Jackson? Baby, I got dinner!"
Dec 27 2014, 10:56 PM
DWAYNE ISAAC DONOHUE-CARLSON
29 | Bar Owner & Operator, CEO of Orange Keg Enterprises | Male | Citizen
I don’t give a shit about what people think about me.
Look, I’m almost thirty goddamn years old, I’m established with my life, I don’t have to waste my time anymore, pretending to like people or shit I don’t like, like I’m some stupid high schooler who flips his polo shirt collar so everyone thinks he cool, or some shit like that. And y’know, it’s a fuckin relief not figuratively kissin people’s asses just so you’re cool, or whatever, because I’m the coolest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. I mean, listen- I hunt, I fish, I host awesome parties and I’ma damn good bartender, I love country music, southern food, and I guess you could say that I’m a good ole boy? I’m from Louisville, Kentucky, and I grew up on my family’s farm, raisin an breedin horses. Anything outdoorsy, I probably love doin it, especially if it’s around other people. I’m definitely a people person, but hell, I’m never fake and I don’t like pretending to be shit I’m not, or being dishonest or unauthentic about shit.
But the point is, is that I have a husband who loves me and a family that accepts that I like to fuck my husband and not a wife, and I have a job that I love, and all my friends think that I’m a pretty good guy even though I just said the word shit like five times in the past minute. And I am- look, I help people when they need help, and I take care of my family and my friends, and Jesus is my homeboy, and I recycle all my glass liquor and beer bottles, and my truck might be a huge doolie but it goddamn, it’s Ecodiesel, y’all, so that’s gotta count for somethin.
And so should the fact that Jackson and I have been married for about five or six years now? We met in college, cause my sister Pru hooked us up on a blind date, and funny story, there for awhile we were like the fratbro Romeo and Juliet. We’d sneak into each other’s fraternity houses to so we could be together, an his brothers were assholes, mine were cool, but eventually it came out that we were really together an not, y’know, just fuck buddies or whatever they’re callin that these days, an everyone came the fuck around.
It’s not like that’s anyone’s business though- I mean, his mother’s father doesn’t accept Jackson, and my momma, Lord, Jesus, please forgive, but my momma is fuckin nuts and hasn’t fully accepted that I’m gay an I’m married and I’ve been married forever now, but at least Momma will look Jackson in the eyes and talk to the man. Besides, have you seen him? He’s hot. And he’s smart, and he’s loyal, and he’s about the truest person you’ve ever meet. But my momma and his grandpa are drops in the bucket, because Pru and my biological siblings, Madi and Dan, they’re accepting, and his family- damn, they’re a bunch of fuckin weirdos, but they’re loving and they mean well, and those goddamn Donohues, all five million of them, they keep multiplying- treat me like I’m one of them, and I’m thankful for that.
And yeah, Jackson and I haven’t multiplied yet- kind of hard, when neither one of us have a uterus, but. He’s got his issues to work on, and I’ve got mine. I guess you could say that I’m not that mature sometimes, and that I’m a little...loosey goosey, and that maybe sometimes I’m not too careful about how much I drink, but...I want kids. Someday. But right now, Jackson and I aren’t there yet when it comes to kids and we’ve got bigger things to worry about, like...I dunno, well, all his family is gifted, besides him, and even in a place like Vancouver that’s gifted friendly, his sister Addy and our nephew, Eli, they got attacked, and I’m gifted, and…
Well, sometimes I can’t control my gift too good. Like I can change the way I look, an the States, it’s just...most places in the States aren’t quite down with the whole gifted thing, but Vancouver is, and y’know, don’t tell Jackson I said this, but I think deep down he missed his sisters, but the thing is, Vancouver is fucked up with the attacks and shit, but it’s a little bit less fucked up than it is back home in the States.
So here we are- Jackson is workin at Chrysler’s Vancouver offices, and I’m opening one of my bars here. I’ve got three of em so far, all over the place. So I’m hopin that maybe things will be good for us here in Canada, even if Hal and Jackson’s dad make me play fuckin hockey at the bar now.
How to Reach You: Heeeeeere