Planted

Yes, Michael. In the evidence of its brilliance this truth stands alone. Well, this one and the one about not fucking anybody who does not have books in his house / reads. Because a gay man may not have a pet and his place can be a little messy, but no plants? The horror. Allow me to elaborate. 

I am able to give a pass to gross pets (I draw the LINE at spiders and snakes though. That'll be a NO from me) but no pets and no plants and no books?  And a dirty apartment? There's something fishy there. I imagine it just talks to us the fact that the man we wanna bang shows a level of care for things that are not himself. For all the self-absorption that many gay men can brandish like a cub, it's always nice to notice that we are really not that vacuous.

So yeah, apparently nowadays we have to look at what plants he has at home (or in his garden, natch), as well as if he reads or has a pet. It may have to do with something atavistic in us? Apart from being a sign that the man is actually able to care about something else besides himself, plants are beautiful and they purify the air. Ive discovered they also help me reduce stress by allowing me to being able to disconnect from whatever fuckery is going on (heartache, pandemics, IMPOTUS or work related shenanigans) and plants are good training wheels for other kinds of commitment, no? 

Plants do have their benefits. Not to mention that I like having some green around when it’s all frozen and white outside. I’m a tropical fruit at hart, what can I say?

XoXo 

P.S. this is my last experiment: a mini garden. I adopted three of the plants I have here from ALDI’s and one from Trader Joe’s. They were basically left to fend for themselves. The bigger succulent is a gift from my one friend who was pruning his own plant. The little tree did not have a base and would have probably end up in the trash. The little soldier was given to me by some Veterans group at the beginning of the year. Yes, all my shit seems to have a long drawn out story. So sue me.