Monday, July 18, 2011

straight vs not straight

I told myself when I first started this blog that I wouldn't make it about being gay.   Since that is obviously a huge part of my life and who I am as a person it was inevitable that I blog about different things.  This isn't my coming out story (which btw isn't much, but I'll address it in a later blog), but it's more about what I face everyday of my life.  Now some people of the gay community liken our struggle for equality with that of Women and African Americans.  I'm not 100 % on board with that.  The gay community does face opposition, there is no doubt about that, however I'm not sure if it's to the extreme of other movements that has swept this nation.  I could be wrong.  There isn't much of a strong LGBT community in my neck of the woods.  And, truth be told, I don't pay that much attention to things.  It's sad, I know, but it isn't something that I really think I need to focus on. I'm comfortable with my life, for the most part, and don't see the need to make any waves.


You could move.  ~Abigail Van Buren, "Dear Abby," in response to a reader who complained that a gay couple was moving in across the street and wanted to know what he could do to improve the quality of the neighborhood

But somethings do upset me.  I'm not in a relationship at the moment, but someday in the future I hope to be. I've stated for the last 5/10 years that I don't think I want to get married.  It's not an important thing to me.  The right person could change that, but right now in the place that I'm at in my life I don't see the need to get a piece of paper to say I love someone and am committed to them the rest of my days.  However, it'd be nice to have that option and at the present moment I only do in a few parts of my great nation.  And I don't mind a road trip if it involves make my partner and I equals. Able to have each other on our insurances, be treated equally in a hospital or what have you.  But just because I can go to Iowa and get married, doesn't mean when I come back to Missouri that the government in this state will recognize my marriage.  They won't. So if I want to take a commute to Iowa everyday for work just so I can have those insurance benefits for me and my partner, well I think that's discrimination.  I don't know any straight people that have to do that. In fact I have a better shot at marrying my 1st cousin than my gay boyfriend.


Of course if it's my gay 1st cousin I'm screwed. (no pun intended) Iowa will let me marry my boyfriend, but not my 1st cousin so that would involve a longer road trip.  See how that makes perfect sense?

I realize that homosexuality is a serious problem for anyone who is - but then, of course, heterosexuality is a serious problem for anyone who is, too. And being a man is a serious problem and being a woman is, too. Lots of things are problems.
- Edward Gorey

Now I'm not gonna preach at anyone. I know that not everyone agrees on everything. And the gay community isn't asking for everyone to agree that homosexuality is ok, but shouldn't I (as a human being and an American citizen) be treated as everyone else?  I just don't understand the hesitancy of the whole issue.  We gays are not recruiting any one's children nor trying to turn straight, hetero persons into gay zombies.  We just want acceptance. 


Labels are for filing.  Labels are for clothing.  Labels are not for people.  ~Martina Navratilova

I don't like to label myself, I think it limits me, but sometimes it's needed.  Otherwise, no one will pay attention.  I don't enjoy being labeled by others. I think it's my prerogative to be able to label myself. 

People sometimes think I'm gay because I once played a gay in a movie.  It's funny.  Audiences don't think you're a murderer if you play a murderer, but they do think you're gay if you play a gay.  ~Perry King

I don't like the word 'fag' or 'queer'. It's a hateful word, even if it's said in jest or love.  I hate when people use the word 'gay' in a derogatory way.  It hurts worse when people laugh after it's been used.  And I know that the majority of people aren't thinking when they do it. That's sad. I'm not saying I'm completely faultless. I still struggle with speaking incorrectly and chide myself every time I do.  It doesn't mean I'm a hypocrite, it just means I'm human.

Straight Americans need... an education of the heart and soul.  They must understand - to begin with - how it can feel to spend years denying your own deepest truths, to sit silently through classes, meals, and church services while people you love toss off remarks that brutalize your soul.  ~Bruce Bawer, The Advocate, 28 April 1998

Thursday, July 7, 2011

tweet tweet

I know this is probably redundant, but I just thought it would be neat to put the last few days worth of tweets all together in one post... just because I need a filler, lol.  Read from the bottom up for chronological order or be a rebel and start from the top.  I promise the next post will be of substance. Maybe

Saturday, July 2, 2011

No Ba Humbug here!

I wish I knew that woman's name,
So, when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears,
For fear I hear her say

She's "sorry I am dead", again,
Just when the grave and I
Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep,--
Our only lullaby.



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Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.



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I took my power in my hand
And went against the world;
'T was not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold.

I aimed my pebble, but myself
Was all the one that fell.
Was it Goliath was too large,
Or only I too small?




Taken from:
The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson 2000 Modern Library Paperback Edition, Random House New York

Thursday, June 30, 2011

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

By posting this blog entry I am by no means trying to paint myself as a selfish twit. (which by the way if you look that term up I'm pretty sure it says a twit is a pregnant goldfish, but I'm not sure how accurate that is since goldfish don't actually become pregnant.  However if you look it up in the Urban Dictionary online it states "a twit is a person that makes a retarded chimp look smart". Their words, not mine.) I just want what I want. So here are a few things I'd really, really like to have sometime in the near future.




Zigga, Zigga Ahhhh!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

He loves me....

I love picking flowers. I'm not sure what about it makes me happy. Maybe the simplicity of nature's beauty, yet the complexity it takes to make beauty simple.  It could be the thrill of something actually being produced from my hard labor or the time it takes to grow.  I didn't really get to plant anything this year since I don't live in my own place, but I did get to repot a few flowers for the back patio thanks to a dear friend's giftcard to Home Depot. (which btw I am completely in love with now, we so need one closer) They're still thriving and looking beautiful so I've gotten a little bit of satisfaction out of planting. 


The people I'm staying with have a few flower beds and I've cut a few bouqets since spring sprung.  When I first had potted plants and garden flowers I was loathe to cut them and bring them inside.  I didn't want to ruin the outside just so the inside could look good. But then I realized I'd get to enjoy the flowers more if I brought a few inside.  Unless I wanted to stand outside for an hour or so a day in the sweltering heat the only other option to enjoy my labor was to cut and bring some in.  My old house has gorgeous orange day lilies, garden phlox, daffodils, columbine, spider wort, irises and rose bushes.  Every year I tried to plant some annuals in containers: Vincas, petunias, marigolds and sunflowers. Not all having success.  I miss my flowerbeds.










Thursday, June 23, 2011

Bookworm


I've been reading a lot lately.  I love to read, but now I have way more time on my hands and thought I should read instead of watch TV or play on the internet all day.  So last month I read all the Sookie Stackhouse books. Loved them. I'm about to start the latest Mortal Instruments book.
I kind of stick with what I know, lol.  I did read a medical mystery a couple weeks ago and though it was good it took me awhile to finish it because I just couldn't get into it.  But I do like to branch out as long as there's a high recommendation behind it.  I'm not a huge non-fiction reader, but as long as the book doesn't put me to sleep I'll give it a chance. Once a friend is done with their copy I want to borrow UnChristian.

 I read a chapter from it out of curiosity and it was really fascinating.  Of course I'd really like to save up and get a nook. I think it'd be cheaper in the long run, save on storage and an easy traveling companion.  And if my sister ends up getting one, which if she buys a nook or kindle I'll get what she got, we can share books with each other and not spend as much. She's an even bigger reader than me sometimes. 


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

work wanted

I have a new pet peeve: people who do not respect their job.  I've been exhaustively looking since November for a job and while I'm still in the mind set of: God will give me the right one, I still am frustrated that I have gotten few interviews and a whole lot of silence.  I'm confident I'll get a job soon and hopefullly before the 1 year mark of quitting McDonald's.  But I'm finding it frustrating to talk to people who don't seem to care about their job.  They come in late or wait till the last minute to call out.  They just wear whatever they feel like that day, whether it's appropriate or not.  Or complain because that particular day is boring, but refuse to take initiative and find something to do. 

I would kill for your job!  I maybe driven to that point very soon. 

Another side to that is when people ask me for money... I mean really?  You know I don't have an income. I'm lucky if I get the 100 bucks a month I'm suppose to receive from my house.  So why, when you have a job that gives you at least 20 hrs a week, are you asking me for gas money.  Budget that crap in!  Go another two weeks with a hole in your sock. Stop driving everywhere unless you need actually go to that destination. 

By no means am I stating I'm perfect, but if I learned anything in the last 2 and a half years it's to get my priorities straight.