This is For JMY and our Rubber Ducky Children

bulldyke's picture

someday, in the future, my little yellow children, you will be old enough to know the story of your conception, and birth. i think i owe it to you to tell you the full story.

you see, your birth mother and i met late one night, quite by accident, when she read a 'sexual' journal i'd written online. i so amazed her with my sexual prowess (and descriptions of my oversized strap on), that she could not help but dream of me that very night.

alas, but the story did not end well. you see, through no fault of my own, i transmitted the pHIV to her...the plasticHuman Imunodeficiency Virus. this was the beginning of a long fight against the rampant plastic market for her, and to this day, she struggles to keep her body healthy, and free of polycarbons and silicates.

but through it all, your birth mother has loved you, my yellow ducks. despite all the hurdles (a failed acting career, an absent partner, and a strange covey of bugs that follows her everywhere) of her life, she has remained true to what she believes; you are her children, and she will do anything to make your lives worth while.

i, however, owe you all a sincere apology. at the time of your birth, i was young and foolish, and refused to pay any form of child support (later, i offered soap, but she refused). i was absent for much of your young lives which i can only atribute to the distance between us...a vast ocean stretches between us, one that i've never been inclined to cross.

but listen well, my children. heed your mother's words, and hold your head high. don't frown on your fellow rubber mates, and remember always, that you don't have to question the motives of the chicken.

your father,


jmy's picture

Its nice that you finally

Its nice that you finally recognise our children,
although they might be small and yellow and fluffy and cute, i did not understand why you would not pay the child support.

you gave me aids,
got me pregnant,
then basically left...
and you blame the sea between us?

the children.. they dont know what you look like anymore.
i have to do all the work,
i have to look after them,
and i have to give up my acting career for them
and i even have to stop them from getting the bird flu.

And all you did was write a journal...

I forgive you,
and i hope one day,
our hatchlings will to.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part;
Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart;
My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim,
My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
-William Shakespeare, The Comedy Of Errors

Peregrine's picture


OMFG!!! that is so fucking funny! you two should do stand-up!

Listen to the music around you, and live life. Never show fear, and you can do anything!