Yesterday, I spoke of math.Today I am attempting to follow some logic.
Now this website tells us in no uncertain terms that as straight Americans, we should boycott Home Depot because "The Home Depot has given its financial and corporate support to open displays of homosexual activism on main streets in America's towns.”
Eh?
The "common sense" they are claiming follows this sort of train: if A + B could possibly in an alternate universe be transported back here through the eight dimension and be made into a violet Shih Tzu, then AHA - SEE?! We were RIGHT!! A + B makes you GAY!
Now the reason I even got on board this insane sequence is because this "logic" was forwarded by someone I consider a good Christian.Which opens the big nasty can of worms entitled "judgement."
Okay, I realized that by pointing the finger at someone else, I'm doing just as bad as they are - in fact, it's worse, since I supposedly know better.
I just would like everyone to realize that we all live in these big huge glass houses, and I guess I'm going to try to just Windex and squeegee my own windows so I can see clearly.
But not to aim for someone else.
My father was a musician.
Named Bruce.
So perhaps it is evident that I would be raised without an abundance of homophobic tendencies.
Or was it simply innocence, naivety, or sheer blindness on my part - because it never ever occurred to me that certain people might be gay?
We had a neighbor to the west of our house, a Mr. Porter.
He taught high school Spanish somewhere in southeast Los Angeles. He kept his yard very tidy, was never upset when a ball batted or thrown or kicked from our backyard ended up in his. We could use his driveway to practice our skate-boarder or roller-skating techniques (mainly how fast you could speed down the sloping concrete and still make the 90 degree turn at the bottom onto the sidewalk) with nary a complaint.
And it wasn't until years later, when my own dad mentioned the regular flow of young single Hispanic males in and out of Mr. Porter's home that it even occurred to me that he might be a homosexual.
Frank was a salesman in Michigan at a music store where my dad taught.
He had beautiful flowing black hair (I have always had a thing for men with long hair), the perfect beard, and Frank could talk to anyone who passed the store entrance with just a fleeting thought of purchasing a piano or organ into walking out with a delivery contract for a full-size grand or a theatre-size Lowry.
It was only when he died of AIDS in 1981 that I realized he probably was gay (this was back when AIDS was still very much only a homosexual disease).
I had a supervisor at a job in Maryland, Toni, who had underwent a radical double mastectomy in her early thirties. She and Beth, another supervisor, bought a house together while I was at that job, and once again, it never registered that they might be a 'couple' that 
way.
Why do I mention all of this?
Because it doesn't matter if someone eats buttered popcorn with sugar, sitting on their own couch, watching their DVD of "Pride and Prejudice" with two panting dogs for company.
It isn't important if a person will sleep with only 400+ thread count cotton sheets on their bed, memory-foam pillows, and Shabby Chic comforters.
If you like to wear black ankle socks with your white tennis shoes, you might not be photographed in Vanity Fair (is the magazine still around? anyone know?), but why should you be censored in general public in any manner?
Should laws be proposed to keep you from wearing black ankle socks? Even in the privacy of your own home?
I become more annoyed than is healthy with people who get frantic about gay marriage slash relationships slash eligibility for health insurance coverage under their partner's employment.
Number one - since it seems like the great majority of these anxious individuals call themselves "Christians," is it just a convenient lapse of memory that the whole "not judging others" bit is forgotten? When were they called to be judges and juries of private lives?
And number two - why the hell aren't they more frightened or terrified of all the child molesters? Sexual predators? Abusive spouses?
Talk about a threat to the basic family unit - that previous paragraph list scares me, at least, a lot more than the gay couple that lives at the end of the road, peacefully, happily, and can always be counted on to bring the largest salad to the community pot-luck dinners.
Thanks. I just needed to vent.
My husband forwarded me a column today regarding heterosexuals' violent response against gay rights/marriage/simply acknowledgement.
So this blog is asking, why the hostility?
Homosexuality may be a sin (or may not be, depending on your personal view), they may or may not be entitled to the legal binding of marriage, etc. etc. etc.
But why in the world do we have to get so worked up on it?
An extramarital sexual relationship (i.e. 'affair') is a sin, but when was the last time (okay, forget about John Edwards) people where publicly denounced for it?
Sexually and emotionally abusing a family member is firmly trounced, but why are there no news laws and/or legislation being introduced to stop it?
My grandson's kindergarten teacher may very well be a vegan, a Marxist and/or a lesbian - why should I care?
The profanity, the hurling of insults, the sheer volume of anger that seems to normally accompany any stand, regardless of which side, about homosexuality... how can this be kind of treatment towards another human being in any way be justified?
Christ's teachings can be narrowed down to loving God, loving yourself and loving your neighbor.
How can people defend such fury from either side?
I can understand if I was being forced to participate in activities I find offensive or sinful.
But I expect to be able to live as I chose in the privacy of my own home if I am not intentionally injuring another. And I respectfully must allow that same privilege for others, even if their sexual activities are foreign to me.
Children, can you try to play nicely together?
It's interesting how quickly a conversation can change direction... and the temperature in a room can suddenly drop dramatically.
The Microsoft PC vs. Apple Mac commercials teasingly banter and josh. Religious and political jokes are funny.... when you or someone of the same belief(s) are the one making them.
But some topics immediately affect that atmosphere of a room.
For instance -
Zoning restrictions. Well, at least where I live. Some of us want to keep the Palominas area rural. and everyone else wants to have a 'real' grocery store locally instead of having to drive eighteen miles for a gallon of milk (just plan ahead, that's my motto... or borrow it from the neighbor who drove the eighteen miles the day before).
Gay marriage - which gets everyone who is heterosexual dreadfully hot under the collar immediately. I LOVE the fact that almost all of my acquaintances 'assume' that I, as a Latter-Day Saint, will 'of course' have supported every family measure (i.e. defining marriage as one man and one woman... which somehow coming from a church which moved to what was at the time part of Mexico in part because of practicing polygamy just tickles me pink).
And, of course,
Who you voted for for president (how can that sentence possibly be grammatically correct, yet it is) last Tuesday. Again, since I am LDS, and especially since I live in Arizona - "What do you mean that you didn't vote for McCain?" The main objection doesn't seem to be anything against Obama, it's just not voting the straight Republican ticket. There are people insisting that Sarah Palin is more qualified than Obama (?????), that it was only because the 'liberal media made up' stories about her (hmm... I saw the actual Katie Couric interview, and in print it's even a little more scary) and she was in no way a negative influence in the election.
So here is what I propose - let's do away with red and blue states, and just color the entire U.S.A. map purple.
Think that will help?
