Okay, surely this can't be just me. The last 24 hours I've been getting dire Area-51-type pop-up warnings from McAfee SiteAdvisor on some of your blogs, guys. Yesterday it was when I tried to open the comment box on Sebastian's blog; tonight his is okay, but Frank's blog does the same thing when I try to post a comment, and Gary's whole blog is radioactive, apparently.
Shit. I loves the Intertubes and all, but things are getting out of hand here. Let me know if this kind of stuff is happening on my blog. Not that I have one fucking clue what to do if it is - but I guess it's the kind of thing your friends ought to tell you, like when your fly is open.
Also: GetEQUAL activists have staged a sit-in at House Speaker Pelosi's offices in Washington and San Francisco, saying they will not leave till ENDA is passed. Story and videos at Towleroad.
This week, I just don't feel like writing much. The Bradford pear trees are all bloomed out in snowy glory, and the redbud trees are just about to pop. Texas is awash in golden sunshine, and spring is quivering to be born any minute now. It's a time of hushed expectation, a pause before joy: listening for the horn of jubilee.
A languor has sunk into my bones. All the usual news of the world's folly seems utterly irrelevant in view of nature's advent. Let the mad pageant of the world roll on by; in spring, even an old man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, and lust. And who can blame me, when all around the birds and bees, fish and fowl, trees and plants are trembling with the resurgence of life, the vital Yes of creation?
Or to put it more simply: this week, I'd rather dream than write. And here's something worth dreaming about on a lovely afternoon in almost-spring, don't you think?
Joe.My.God. has posted this anti-trans video by MassResistance, a hate group in Massachusetts:
Which seems to fall awfully far short of its target to me. First of all because, despite the scare captions throughout the video, it's obvious there is no mass panic in the restrooms of the hotel, nobody screaming or running for their lives, and even the cleaning lady is going about her routine in a perfunctory way as if it was all just business as usual.
Second, looks like a very mild party to me. I would say dull even, but maybe it's one of those things you just had to be there.
By way of contrast, here's a very nice informative video by GLAD that ought to put any sensible person's mind at rest:
Now I will say I think the whole restroom thing needs to be thought out and discussed a little further. I can't imagine guys who wear dresses are going to the ladies' room to rape anybody; but still, we all need as a society to reach a comfort level about this issue. And problem is, people just don't know enough about trans people to feel comfortable with the whole thing yet. We need more educational videos like the GLAD one.
Way too many people still don't understand the whole gay thing, let alone the trans thing, ya know. And I have to say, it pisses me and lots of other gay guys off big time that people are still thinking, even at this late date, that all gay men love to wear dresses and makeup and big hair and bling.
Now I don't know what all you big city boys are doing, maybe you're all out in drag every weekend, but just for the record let me be clear on this point: I do not want to wear a fucking dress. Ever.
Life does go on, even when your church and all your "Christian" friends turn their backs on you and consign you straight to hell. Your Head Trucker can relate to that statement, and I'm sure many of my readers can too.
As Joe.My.God. reports, gay ex-evangelical entertainers Ray Boltz and Azariah Southworth are teaming up for a nationwide tour later this spring. Both were shunned and condemned by the Christian-music world when they (separately) came out in 2008.
Bonus: I wasn't listening to that kind of music back then, but here's a pic of Ray Boltz at the height of his career back in the early 90's:
Actually, that's the one John Denver song I positively hate: so repetitive and cloying. But we did have brilliant sunshine here in Texas all weekend, which helped my feelings a lot. Hope you boys are having good weather too.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
