Cock in a Sock – getyoursockout.co.uk

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Aussie Space Time Traveller just made a donation to the ‘Cock in a Sock’ JustGiving Page!

If you haven’t already checked out the hashtag #cockinasock on instagram aimed at raising awareness for mens cancer research then I suggest you do. It’s a great perve for a good cause. Of course it’s easy to take a selfie and bask in the adoration while you feel good about yourself but please make sure that your selfie also has some real impact.

Don’t just jump on the band wagon, put your money where your sock is and make a donation!

I have experienced Cancer first hand, losing an Uncle to Cancer some years ago. It was a terrible thing. He was the most lively and vibrant man I have ever met, and somebody who had a very profound effect on who I am. He was a larrikin and a joker and taught me more about acceptance and life than any one else in my family, and there are some spectacular heroes in my family.

One moment he was full of life and 6 months later he was gone. It was horrible to watch.

Uncle G was a bikie ( he looked like he was from the Duck Dynasty ). He was famous for wearing a bandana even with a suit and had the kind of sense of humour you could only describe as crazy. He was the Uncle who always played jokes on new boyfriends or girlfriends and loved a beer, he was the one who taught me how to build a gun out of beer cans, petrol and tennis balls. It was he who took in a homeless kid and at his funeral the sound of Harley’s doing a lap of honour around the cemetery shook you to your bones.

I remember around the time of my coming out sitting with him on the front step at my Nannas and talking to him about it. I never really thought about how it would make him feel but I’ll always remember what he said to me. He told me that I had opened his eyes. He had been raised to believe that all Gay men were disgusting pedophiles. His own family were not only intolerant of Gay men but of all kinds of people. He spoke about how this wasn’t true, that he had watched me grow up, that he knew me and he knew the kind of person I was.

I miss my Uncle G and I think about him often. Whenever I wear a bandana I remember him and that conversation. He surprised me that day with his compassion and empathy. We might think we know our family but they can still surprise us if we let them.

So in my own small way I’m happy to support this bit of fun and help give cancer a kick in the Cunt.

If you can spare it please make a donation too.

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