Tracy Rants Again!
- By Tracy Ames
- Published July 13, 2010
Tracy Ames
My name is Tracy Ames. I’m an author of interracial erotic fiction. My stories are a sensual feast for your senses; mind, body and soul.
I began writing short stories for monthly newsletters and, believe it or not, my friends. After much encouragement, I’m ready to offer you a taste of what only a few have previously savored.
A native of the San Francisco Bay area, I currently split time between Greenwich CT & New York City with my husband, young daughter and a host of pets.
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My husband, The Lovely Greg, is reverting to his WASPy upbringing. The bit loafers I discovered in his closet a few months ago were the first red flags but I wrote the incident off...until he said we're going to Newport to watch the crew race. The horror isn't the race itself rather it's the timing. I've been begging him for a trip to Newport for months and he's been putting off. Now, I fear, there are darker forces at work.
Greg’s an unrepentant WASP. He is as he does, which brings me to the point: he’s joined a new gentlemen’s club. Not a sports club. I’m talking about a traditional lounge establishment where the educated elite hangout. Or as I see it, the masculine mans’ escape; a place of solitude where like-minded clansmen gather when their asexual wives are on the rag.
I don’t have a problem with this. My father belongs to one and they’re extremely charitable. The problem is now the wives of his clansmen feel it necessary to befriend me. I have nothing in common with these women!
Emasculating my husband doesn’t make me feel better about myself. I actually enjoy taking care of my kids. I don’t want to join any charity simply because so-and-so is on the board. And hell no, we’re not going ‘summering’ with the group! First of all, you ‘summer’ with your family not your friends. Second, we don’t ‘summer’. That’s a line of WASPy even Greg won’t cross.
So you see with Greg’s emerging WASPiness is causing me grief. Not only that but he’s also purchased BC a mini tweed waistcoat and trouser…and don’t get me started on the madras plaid and seersucker short sets. It’s rubbing off on the next generation. If I find BC reading Faulkner, Twain, or Capote I’m restricting Greg’s access to the boy!
*Deep Breath*
Rant Over!
said bit loafers...:(
Greg’s an unrepentant WASP. He is as he does, which brings me to the point: he’s joined a new gentlemen’s club. Not a sports club. I’m talking about a traditional lounge establishment where the educated elite hangout. Or as I see it, the masculine mans’ escape; a place of solitude where like-minded clansmen gather when their asexual wives are on the rag.
I don’t have a problem with this. My father belongs to one and they’re extremely charitable. The problem is now the wives of his clansmen feel it necessary to befriend me. I have nothing in common with these women!
Emasculating my husband doesn’t make me feel better about myself. I actually enjoy taking care of my kids. I don’t want to join any charity simply because so-and-so is on the board. And hell no, we’re not going ‘summering’ with the group! First of all, you ‘summer’ with your family not your friends. Second, we don’t ‘summer’. That’s a line of WASPy even Greg won’t cross.
So you see with Greg’s emerging WASPiness is causing me grief. Not only that but he’s also purchased BC a mini tweed waistcoat and trouser…and don’t get me started on the madras plaid and seersucker short sets. It’s rubbing off on the next generation. If I find BC reading Faulkner, Twain, or Capote I’m restricting Greg’s access to the boy!
*Deep Breath*
Rant Over!
said bit loafers...:(
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20 Responses to "Tracy Rants Again!"
said this on 13 Jul 2010 8:55:55 PM CDT
Ha ha....I have nothing in common with these women!
Girl - how do you know that? |
said this on 13 Jul 2010 9:07:50 PM CDT
LOL! Easy. You can spot them mile away. They look like Stepford wives. Creepy!
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said this on 13 Jul 2010 9:13:36 PM CDT
So glad you said you don't 'summer', but I love those loafers. My husband would definitely wear them and he's a country boy who loves nice shoes and clothes.
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said this on 13 Jul 2010 9:27:56 PM CDT
Lady, I don't 'summer' for anyone! I have too much work to do and it's snobby as hell. I like the loafer itself but the buckle (bit) is where I draw the line. Think horse bit...they put a horse bit on a shoe!
It's what defines a WASP but that's how they get you. They were meant to be a casual loafer for country gentlemen. They're nice looking and comfortable so no doubt every guy loves them. But it's a horse bit. Damn you bit loafers!! |
said this on 13 Jul 2010 9:49:35 PM CDT
There must be something in the air or the moon must be full bec' things are going sideways left and right. Deep breath, Tracy. I've managed to contain all but one or two snarls this evening.
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said this on 13 Jul 2010 10:21:02 PM CDT
Ha! I hope all is well in your house. You sounded like you'd had it earlier. Well the good news is Greg has finally decided to go to Newport! Yay!!
I'm hitting the taffy shop and Brighton hard! |
said this on 13 Jul 2010 10:34:01 PM CDT
I'm done in. I plan to be in bed no later than 11:00p. Tomorrow is another day.
I'm glad you guys are getting away, whatever the reason. You both deserve it. |
said this on 13 Jul 2010 9:53:41 PM CDT
lol, is there a rule written somewhere that says you have to befriend these women because your husbands are in the same club. Love the loafers too. I bet BC looks cute in his new clothes!!
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said this on 13 Jul 2010 10:17:30 PM CDT
You'd think it was a law written somewhere because they're coming from all directions. BC likes them, he says it's cool. I think he looks like the poster child for J Crew.
I like the loafer. Hate the bit. :( |
said this on 14 Jul 2010 9:13:43 AM CDT
Hey you might bring some "life" to the partay! LOL! You'll handle it in stride.
As for the loafers, I believe my father & brother wear them. Eat some taffy for me.....love the stuff! |
said this on 14 Jul 2010 9:42:10 AM CDT
Yves, that's sooo wrong. The bit loafers have taken over!
I'm not going anywhere near those Stepford wives. They can kiss it! I can't wait to hit the taffy shop. Then I'll wobble down to the ice-cream parlor and slip into a coma. :D |
said this on 14 Jul 2010 11:32:56 PM CDT
I've been busy. Check your FB message box. Hehehe ...
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said this on 15 Jul 2010 11:31:34 PM CDT
Poor Greg nothing! He's a happy man, lol.
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said this on 15 Jul 2010 7:16:32 PM CDT
I take it this isn’t your first time dealing with Stepford wives. I don’t blame you for wanting to avoid them, better that than being phony about it. It’s hard to believe that people like that still exist. I have to say that I do like the loafers and I think BC’s clothes sound absolutely adorable.
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said this on 15 Jul 2010 11:34:57 PM CDT
No it's not my first time dealing with them but I try to stay away from them as much as possible. That whole no filter thing kicks in.
BC is a mini Greg. If Greg buys something, BC gets the same thing...minus the seersucker short sets. :) |
said this on 15 Jul 2010 9:07:34 PM CDT
Hey Ladies and Ms Tracy!
Got a bit of a reprieve tonight... I like the loafers but agree about the buckle... The clothes sound adorable... At that age (3-5 yo) little ones look adorable... Enjoy the taffy and ice cream... After all you deserve it chica. |
said this on 15 Jul 2010 11:48:30 PM CDT
Okay Chica! I got your email on FB. A reply is coming. Miss your crazy behind. The clothes are adorable, that's the problem. He's cute! I've gonna eat ice-cream and taffy until I explode...
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said this on 19 Jul 2010 3:16:24 PM CDT
OMGosh. My dad has like a million of those loafers. He wears J Crew and J Crew-ish clothing. What does this mean for my family? lol
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said this on 10 Aug 2010 7:08:11 PM CDT
Tracy wrote - "If I find BC reading Faulkner, Twain, or Capote I’m restricting Greg’s access to the boy!"
Faulkner drinking game. Any time a sentence goes on for more than a page drink the entire bottle and make out with your sister. ********************* ***************** I dunno. It's OK to grow up and write like those guys. Or travel like Twain did. However, if you grow up to drink like Faulkner, smoke like Twain and screw like Capote you may not last too long. |