Things have progressed fast and furious with The Biker. It’s what happens when you put together a hurricane of a man with a tornado of a woman. But it’s like when you stick two negative numbers together you get a positive, a concept I simply do not grasp. The two titanic size personalities we possess make for quite the equal match.
He is very intelligent, articulate and creative. This Navy vet has raised his hand and served his country 4 times. He is patriotic to a fault. And his heart carries a thousand scars to match the ones he has from serving his beloved country. As I mentioned before, he is the most generous person, giving anything he has for another in need. He takes in stray people and gets them back on the rails again. He will fight against wrong, and beside those in the right. Meet him outside of the biker image, when he is working, you’d never guess the other part of his life. Or when he is sharing the gospel with a street person or someone else.
He is a biker. A member of what some would call an outlaw motorcycle gang. It’s a club, not a gang. And he is his own man. He has no criminal record, lives within the laws even the ones he thinks are absurd. Decked out in his leather, yes he appears intimidating. He runs with a rough and rowdy crowd. But he is still himself within their ranks. In talking to my daddy it was discovered that in 30+ years of law enforcement he never had a run in with this group the Biker calls ‘family’.
A few have judged him based on other’s actions. Not everyone that wears the colors is a good person. But then, not every cop, firefighter, lawyer, housewife, teacher etc are good people either. Teachers with sex charges against minors doesn’t mean all teachers are bad. Just because a good number of priests have molested young boys doesn’t make all in that calling a pedophile. Everyone who lives on “the other side of the tracks” isn’t a generational welfare drain. Just because someone is of any race, color, profession, ethnic origins…whatever it is they are, doesn’t make them bad because a handful of others are that happen to carry the same label. I HATE STEREOTYPING!!! I believe in judging another for their own character and heart.
MANY cops and fire fighters I know will have a few too many and drive, but those that judge my Biker still run with them. Last time I checked, DUI is still illegal, a crime, so your badge brothers are criminals that just haven’t been caught. Just because a few go bad doesn’t taint the whole profession.
I’ve been told how trashy women are who have tattoos by someone sitting across from me who would tell you I am all class. All the while they had no clue this classy chick has some ink, some pretty decent sized pieces. I have more class in my little finger than the one judging me that is ink-less. Kiss my ass for judging ME. Yes you did judge me, though you know nothing of those tattoos, you’re judgement would be there had you known of my expressive art work rather than taking time to know me. I was judged for my nose ring by the Count’s mama. Not harshly but it was mentioned to him. Again, kiss my ass.
I’m angry yes. I was judged for my lifestyle when I was a swinger. That judgement came based on swingers who did do drugs, and other less than savory behavior, a good deal of it illegal. But I was not like that, and I did not appreciate those that would judge me for it. It frankly pissed me off. I don’t like my Biker judged. I’ve taken time to learn who he is, and that man has a heart of gold. Yes, I checked him out, he has no secrets, no record, nothing to hide.
I am aware of my children being far less than thrilled in my choice. I’m sorry that they pass judgement on someone that they do not even know, based on the patches on his vest. It is their loss. He will protect them as they are my family, because that is his heart. They matter to me so they matter to him. His ‘family’ matter to me as well. I judge each individually on their own merit, not the actions of those that have chosen to go wrong.
The Marvi one is about to turn 49 years old. She is done raising her children, they are adults now. I am divorced and therefore free to be ME for the first time in my life. For 2 years now I’ve dug out ME from under everyone else’s idea of who and what I should be. I have a big heart, I took in strays, I am a sinner saved by God’s grace. I’m soft on the inside but I’m tough on the outside. And I am at a stage in my life to make choices for MY happiness. And the Biker makes me very very happy. He doesn’t want to put me in a cage or a box, he wants to be wind beneath my wings, support my business and encourage me to just be me. He wants to fly side by side with me.
I am sorry that some will not get to know him and judge this man as an individual. It is their loss. I am not passing up happiness because someone else doesn’t “approve”. I’m done playing that game. I’ve spent nearly my entire life living per someone else’s standards. Now it is MY turn, I get to live by my own. Mine are a man with a big ass heart, who reads God’s Word, tries his best to live that Word, who loves me, protects me, would provide for my every need if I let him, who let’s me be me from my nose ring, to more ink, to pink streaks in my crazy auburn hair. Who supports MY dreams and desires, who wants to be a team, wants a partner, a companion. A man who works hard (he is a fair, honest, but ruthless business man) for what he has, and wants to share it all with me.
He has indeed used the ‘M’ and ‘W’ words (marriage, wife) *shudder* but knows that is down yonder road, I’m not ready. He tells me every day how much he adores me. Yes he uses that word along with ‘love’. He wants to take time to be sure I am real, that this strong, bull headed, stubborn, short fused, giggly, wacky, marvelous, intelligent, sleeps with a teddy bear woman who snores like a freight train is not just putting on a good act. He has read damn near every blog post I’ve written, now he wants to be sure that the writer is everything she seems. Multi-faceted, moody, free flying, free spirited, deeply emotional, jealous and possessive, open and caring, all he has found within my pouring out my heart in my writings. One of my Divas has told him, yes that is the woman sitting next to you, it is really her heart and mind in those writings. They are cautiously optimistic, they don’t want to see me hurt again. He says I am him, with a vagina, the female version of himself.
He knows what he was looking for, and feels he found it in me. He asks me all the time where I’ve been hiding. I wonder the same thing about him. My bad boy/good man with a heart the size of Texas.
Go on, judge him. Hopefully in time you will see he makes me happy, loves me, and that very good men wear those patches. Until then, it is your loss.