Blog comment from yesterdays blog.....
Was the man who stood mere *feet* from me and said alllll kinds of nasty things about "those gay's" - was he showing me grace? Was he showing anyone grace......? Don't you think it's a bit ballsy to stand in *any* kitchen in this country - and spout stuff like that?
I kind of think it is.
I actually didn't say that *anyone* was wrong in their beliefs - and in fact, I *welcomed* the Mormon's kid offer of prayer.... and..... I said I hope that THAT MAN didn't have a gay kid in his house - I don't assume that everyone who "disagrees" with gay marriage spouts hate in their home.
More to the point... I didn't ask anyone to "accept" me - I only ask that I not be discriminated against.
There is a significant difference there, don't you think?
I'm not going to apologize for calling the man a tool, or a jackass or a moron... because he WAS one. This country *is* a melting pot... and so are many families: anyone who is dumb enough to stand in a strangers home and make derogatory comments about a persons sexuality or race *is* a dumbass because it's stupid to assume that family isn't diverse enough to have "one of those" type people in it.
I never said he was a "bad" person.... if *you* read that and thought he was a bad person, then that's your opinion.... I said he was a jackass: and he is.
He didn't say, "By golly, that display of affection between two people is out of order in a public space!"
He said...."these queer women were making out and it was gross and I had to explain it to my kids."
That's not grace.
That's not tolerance.
And.... last time I checked, that sure as sh*t wasn't acceptance.
I was fuuuuuulllll of grace, so much so- my lips were sealed with it.
And, while I might be single right now..... I'll be more than happy to walk around downtown PDX making out with my perfect butch girl. Watch me. Take notes: because *that's* what happiness looks like - and frankly, that's all that man "needed" to explain to his kids.
Man...... this is one of those days that life and everything my life has become.... starts to wear on me.
The irony, is that (speaking in stereotypes) - it would have been a *thousand* times easier for me to find a guy, marry him, get his medical benefits, his social security.... sit back while he pays my bills, I could continue the studio, we could raise my kids and *be* a happy family.....
That would have been easier.
In stead, I'm going to spend the rest of my life fighting to be recognized as a whole person - either by my own government.... or some dude standing in my kitchen. Good times..... good times.
Well.... it's still easier than fighting with myself.
I'm sorry..... I'm tired tonight.
I'm tired and I'm worn down.