We might be getting a decision about the Gay Marriage ban in Michigan TODAY. I'm on the edge of my seat. Oakland County, where I live, is one of the counties that will IMMEDIATELY begin issuing marriage licences. YAY!
Tee-Shirt Revolution
What happens when a saucy gal wears a provocative tee-shirt?
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Pat Robertson: WTF
Why the HELL is Pat Robertson still on TV? Why is this senile hatemonger even allowed to SPEAK?
In his latest tirade, he says gays will cut your finger to give you aids.
Let that sink in. Let that idea and the sheer insanity of it wash over you. Don't fight it.
This man claims to be a man of God and represent my faith to the world at large. I wouldn't be able to share a ROOM with him let alone a church. If there's a SLIVER of doubt in you that he's gone completely insane, take a look at these bon mots:
"The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians."
God, please, take this man home or at LEAST give him a sore throat. Amen.
In his latest tirade, he says gays will cut your finger to give you aids.
Let that sink in. Let that idea and the sheer insanity of it wash over you. Don't fight it.
It is the Democratic Congress, the liberal-biased media and the homosexuals who want to destroy all Christians.''
"I would warn Orlando that you're right in the way of some serious hurricanes, and I don't think I'd be waving those flags in God's face if I were you ... It'll bring about terrorist bombs; it'll bring earthquakes, tornadoes, and possibly a meteor.""The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians."
God, please, take this man home or at LEAST give him a sore throat. Amen.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
June 26th 2013, 10 AM
Written in real time, that fateful morning in June when the Prop 8 and DOMA decisions came down.
Here I sit, working (yes, I can blog and work at the same time. Thank you hold music!) trying not to think about the SCOUTUS decisions due to come down in 45 minutes. Then, for the first time in my life, I might see the government do what it’s supposed to: work for the people.
I’m
terrified.
My future
brothers in law are gay, living together in a home they bought almost two years
ago, and some of my best friends. We’ve discussed this day and when it might
come since Bahamute’s brother Grizz came out of the closet years ago. His
boyfriend is the closest thing I’ll ever have to a sister in law, I like to
joke. The idea that they could be legally married is beyond anything.
It shouldn’t
have to be. It should be a normal thing.
But there’s
the other side of the coin: what if Prop 8 and DOMA are both upheld? What if
the highest court in the land votes AGAINTS civil rights? What the hell do we
do then? There is a judge in Michigan LITERALLY waiting to decide a lesbian
couple’s marriage and adoption case based on what SCOTUS does. The law could be
changed in Michigan before the summer is out!
Forty
minutes.
Plans. I
need plans. I’m at work. What am I supposed to do? Take the day off in protest
if things go awry? Get drunk at lunch to celebrate?
I’ll be
seeing Grizz tonight. Futurama night, every Wednesday for the next few weeks.
What the hell do I say if it goes wrong? Sorry, but hey, Bahamute and I are
still getting married next year, so buck up Best Man?
God.
God, please
let these men and women be true. Let them know you well enough to know you do
not hate, that you created Gay, Straight and everything in between. Let them do the right thing. Amen.
The Daily
Show will be interesting tonight, no matter what. John Oliver will handle it
deftly and hilariously.
I need to
try and pay attention to my phone call. How the hell can I?
Thirty
minutes.
I’ll disable
the internet for a while. I can’t watch the feed and jump every time I hit
refresh. There’s an apple I need to eat. That’ll take a few minutes. Trying to
lose weight for the plethora of straight weddings coming up, including mine.
Mmm, apple. Grizz works in the produce department of Kroger. Wonder if he’s at
work today. I know his boyfriend is. Oakland University, where we both went to
school. We had a class together, even. Now he works at the library and I work
at a shady but effective law firm.
What was the
date civil rights were granted to African Americans? Is that a federal holiday?
Someday will this be? Or will it be another footnote in history? A Brown VS.
Board of Education for my generation?
What is
Bahamute doing? Catching some zzzs after dropping me at work? Does he even know
about the SCOTUS stuff? He doesn’t follow the news generally, aside from
occasional Daily Show and Colbert Report. I don’t want to call him yet. He
needs sleep.
Twenty five
minutes.
Got a call
from a wedding photographer a while ago. I’m gonna have a friend do it. She’s
amazing. Her husband is amazing too, trying to get Bahamute a job that isn’t
Game Stop. Young, veterans, and amazing actors. What are they doing right now?
We’re supposed to hang out soon. What will they say about a government that has
already failed them in so many ways if it succeeds or fails?
My apple is
sour sweet when I burp. I can’t go home if my stomach quails. Too much of that
lately.
In theater,
there really are a higher percentage of gay people. Not all of us, like
everyone thinks, but probably one out of every three or four guys. I’m in RENT
right now. So, there’s a few I’ll be seeing Saturday. All great kids.
Twenty
minutes.
I can’t eat.
Water fresh from the Bobble, that’s the ticket. I’m out of Altoids, no calming
mint for my stomach. Natural remedies, mm-mm.
Gotta make
some more calls. Gotta manage my assistant. We talk about loans and doomed
clients. Our Lawyer boss Mr. McQueen (not his real name), isn’t in yet, so
we’re actually getting work done. Enjoy it while it lasts, current me. It’ll go
sour soon enough. God, I hope that’s not prophetic.
Fifteen
minutes.
A Clashof Kings sits in my
desk. Normally I’d be flipping through it while on hold, engrossed in the world
of the Starks and the Stupid Lannisters (except Tyrion. He’s epic). I couldn’t
concentrate now.
Gonna have
to turn the internet on soon, which means I’ll have to stop writing. I don’t
want my bosses catching me writing while I work. Flash drive comes out,
internet comes back on, that’s the rule. Go me for figuring that out.
I feel sick.
I’d like to
get to a thousand words by the five minute mark. I’m a smidge OCD that way. So,
gotta hurry up and finish this. In the future, years from now, I’ll look back
on this. Will I see myself as worried over nothing? “Of course it got passed!
What were you, stupid?” Or will I still be waiting for justice and love to win?
Ten minutes.
Just under one hundred words to go.
In five I’ll
wrap this up. I can’t stand it any longer than that.
Stumped at
seventy five words. What great thought, what poignant bon mot can I leave for
the future? What more can I say?
I’m
terrified. I feel sick. I want to go home and hug my fiancée, be near Grizz, know
that everything is going to be okay.
I miss my
Dad. He never cared if you were gay or straight as long as you were nice to his
daughter.
Three words.
Please, God.
Please?
Sunday, May 26, 2013
The Daily Huff: Old News edition
Well, there’s a regular pleathora from the huff. First, we have a city
employee calling her friend gay while testing an email. What a
classy broad. Offended by that? Yeah. Me too. At least she was “reprimanded
quickly”. The employee claimed they meant gay in the old-timey happy way. Sure.
Next on the
docket, a youtube video “Rated T For
Tolerance”, the most misnamed movie since The Neverending Story. A teenager
raps (badly) about how being gay will get you sent to hell, that it’s a choice,
and not to believe the media. It breaks my heart to see a fellow Christian so
misled. Jesus taught Love. God is LOVE. Why can’t people understand this?
Chris Sprouse, Superman artist, is leaving the
company since noted anti-gay author Orson Scott Card is coming on to write a
story. I’m a Marvel Girl myself, but c’mon DC. Get with the times. At
least they’re not condemming Sprouse for leaving. Granted, they’re not dropping
Card either…
Right in my backyard, a lesbian
couple’s fight for adoption rights has become a fight for marriage rights. Sadly, my
state has had a ban since 2004. This however, could be the turning point. My
future brother in law is only not married to his boyfriend because of this ban.
It would lift my heart to see it overturned.
A florist
is refusing to do her long-time customer’s wedding due to
“Her relationship with Jesus.” What hurts is that this wasn’t some random
florist. This was a woman the couple had been buying from for years: they
considered her a friend. This is the worst kind of bigot: the kind that refuses
to see what is right in front of them. Oh, but she’ll take their money, no
problem.
Religion gets no better when a gay
youth is exorcized by his parents. When will people learn THIS CRAP
DOES NOT WORK? It’s the year two thousand and FRIGGAN THIRTEEN! Why not grab
some leeches and suck it out? Or is sucking to queer for you?!
To end on a high note, Mexico gets a gold star for declaring anti-GLBT
speech not protected speech. As a patriot, I’ll disagree with you, but you
still have the right to your speech. As a supporter of peace and love: YAY!
Bueno!
Friday, May 17, 2013
Oh Myyyy
George Takei is at it again: insight fully mocking protesters of Gay Marriage, that is! Here's a little taste
Hell. Yeah.
Monday, May 13, 2013
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