My current last name is actually my mother’s maiden name, but I was born with the surname of her first husband, who is not my biological father. (Y’all wonder why I was so fucked up before coming to God…) I guess my birth certificate was reissued some years later.
My soulmate is somewhat of a bratty dom, so while I’m trying desperately to rescue her from the clutches of evil, I also recognize that she will need to feel some semblance of conquest here. I’ve agreed to take her last name, as the Bible doesn’t explicitly forbid it. I feel it’s important for us to completely unite. Part of my basis for pursuing her this way, is that she never changed her maiden apellido to match that of her bbdaddy/Gen-X roommate. She wanted me to find her.
That leaves the problem of my first name, which is wholly incompatible with anyone who learned Spanish as their first language. (Not her, she’s “Two or More,” white-presenting, like me.) I’ve been workshopping it these past few weeks, and I was tossing around “Chuy,” or maybe “Gomez,” perhaps with a middle name of, “Flan.” The ‘a’ in that name is pronounced the same way as the one in my current name, and I REALLY like hearing her enunciate it. Twenty years ago, long before ThE VoIcEs, I would replay her voice saying my name inside my mind. Bilinguists, especially in South Texas, often contort that vowel into a nasal sound, but my darling eternal lifts it right up into the heavens, possibly via her pineal gland.
Just writing about it makes me think I might just keep it the way it is, so I can always hear her repeat it. Aunque es algo beneficio por los gueros a aprender Español como yo, the ESL squad really oughta learn more U.S. History. Grant spanked the shit out of the confederate traitors back in the day. I used to live a few blocks away from his burial site, at 31 Tiemann Place in Morningside Heights. So, for now, I’ll focus on becoming Grant [redacted] (rhymes with, “tortilla”) as I emotionally prepare myself to patiently endure this:
