Stop discrimination

April 28, 2012 § 13 Comments

I was sent this from DCG (much thanks) and it really pissed me off.  More than that I got pissed off at myself, because when reading the story said “Well DUH Catholic School”.  Then I realized how brainwashed we are getting with the media portraying those fighting for discrimination to be the ones who are the victims to those mean nasty people seeking tolerance. *Stamp foot* “Stop being intolerant of my intolerance!”  When did I join them?  When did I excuse intolerance because of religion?  As a Catholic School, yes, it is perfectly legitimate to not have someone talking about non-Catholic values.  But his speech was not about or even alluding to the fact that he is a homosexual.  He was discriminated against because he had the nerve to be proud of his loving and committed relationship, and excited on making a permanent commitment to his  partner.  He was told it was because he is openly gay.  If he had hidden the fact he is homosexual it would be okay.

Now I can hear some of you asking, but isn’t it okay, after all, it is a catholic school?  But ask yourself, if a woman was teaching in a Catholic school, should it be okay if she gets fired for using birth control?  I dare say most of us would say no.  Hells, the Catholic Church has swept years of child sexual abuse under the rug while the priests, or as I like to call them, perps were still not only conduction mass but lining up alter boys for their new positions wherever they were sent to do God’s work.  Yet a man who is is a committed and loving relationship with another man is going to taint the young minds of the graduates?

One of the thing that continually amazes me is that judgement is so much an issue in Christianity.  I know I am no bible guru but isn’t judging supposed to be left up to God if you are a Christian, or Muslim, or fuck, any religion really.  Isn’t it terribly arrogant to think you know what is in another’s heart?  Let alone some supreme being that we are continuously told his goodness is such you cannot fathom it?

So I guess one big question is, how do you know when you are being intolerant of religion or too sensitive?  I guess I personally want to pick another piece out of Leviticus and see if it would be reasonable to say… “Hey on Facebook he said he ate at Red Lobster last night.  That abomination cannot talk to our children.”  The funny thing is he could have written on Facebook about him hitting it with a different woman every night and not one word would have been said about it.
So a school chooses this moment to show it’s students what they think being Catholic is really about… Hate.

So there is a petition: http://www.change.org/petitions/sacred-heart-academy-mt-pleasant-mi-stop-endorsing-homophobia

Because no school should be telling their students that hate in the name of religion is okay.  JMHO.  I hope you all sign if you agree.

And A big Thank You to DCG.  I would have missed this if you had not brought it to my attention.

And I know I did not make this to a U, fuck it, this was way more important.

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"Born this way" or not?

November 8, 2011 § 19 Comments

Wow, such a frenzy by, if you will pardon the term, religious nut jobs to scream at science and say no, being gay is a choice.  And that gets up another flood of people saying no.  To me it just crowds the issue.  No doubt as it is intended.  Let’s get it off the equality subject and argue as to if homosexuality is a choice or not.  Well, why the fuck does it matter?  Hell, we are never going to be able to prove for 100% that it is not, and, well what is wrong with it being a choice?  Aren’t we supposed to be free as consenting adults to make choices about who we love?

Sancitity of marriage…. what’s the divorce rate at right now?  54.8% in U.S.  37% in Canada.  Whoa!  Wait you mean legalizing gay marriage hasn’t violated the sanctity of all the straights in Canada, how odd.  By the way Canada’s divorce rate has dropped from 37.9% in 2004, before legalized same sex marriage.  Obviously gay couples getting married has not sent frenzied heterosexual couples into hysterics.  See, since they made it legal, it really has not become a big deal.  When two people get married it is HUGE deal to them, a pretty big deal to their family, a small deal to other guests.  BUT when two people cannot get married just because they happen to be of the same sex…. well then it is a pretty big deal to a whole lot of people on both sides of the issue.

It just seems like such a waste of energy.  DOMA is going to lose.  Sooner or later same sex marriage will be legalized.  But while they can keep people fighting about it at least politicians don’t need to focus on healthcare, tax breaks for their industry buddies, light rate of unemployment, the education system….

That’s right… Just keep your eyes on those queers destroying families.  After all, every fairytale needs the bad guys to make the “heroes” look good.

The dick with the ultimatums

September 16, 2011 § 13 Comments

   In one year I will not be here.  I will (hopefully) be in Toronto, but possibly even in another province depending on where I get accepted.  This we have always known.  I guess I never really thought about how Chris felt about this, or where, if at all, he fit into my plan.  In my mind I guess I never really put him and school together and realized that they don’t fit.  That is my excuse and I am sticking to it.
   So we are at his place and just eating, and me typically talking and not thinking.  So I’m explaining how I realize now how fucking competitive it is going to be to get in where I want and that I may have to go to Saskatchewan, Alberta or P.E.I. to go to school.  “P.E.I.?  Do you know how impossible it is to find a job there?”
   “It’s no big, I doubt I’ll have time anyway.  And it’s not like I’m sticking around  fucking P.E.I. after I get my degree.”
   “Well, how am I supposed to live there?”  Well you could have knocked me fucking over.  I never, really, never fucking thought about him and me and school all in the same moment in time.  I think about our future, but never in relation to me leaving.  “I mean Saskatchewan’s good.  There is tons of work there.”
   “You’re gonna move along with me?”  Okay, I’m not that bright.
   “Well, maybe not then.  Sorry, my bad.  I didn’t realize that I was going to get ‘Thanks for the good time’ postcards from you when you went off to college.”  I take full credit for his new found inner bitch.
   “Hey, I just didn’t think about it before.  I never thought about the logistics of me moving away.”  But in my mind I thought wow, fucking awesome.  He has thought about it.  About living together, the future, that is awesome.  Now if only my brain would have just left it alone.  But my mind can be my biggest enemy, because rather than relax with an idea of unrealistic bliss in a future relationship I see the flaws.  I see the impossibilities.  “How are you going to explain to your parents that you are moving away?”
   “I’m a big boy, J.  My parents will understand that I take opportunities as they come.”  Well come on, I really did not expect him to tell them he is following his boyfriend, did I?  Of course not.  But I guess with him wanting to follow me I wanted something.  Some movement forward from the closet from him.  Some shifting to social acceptance.  And in my mind it exploded into worse case scenarios and a realization that this is it.  This is who I could end up with for my whole life.  Not the C that I love.  This big fucking closet case.  This guy who wants me, but when it is okay.  When it is acceptable.  The rest of the time I don’t exist, or I’m someone he’s seeing, left to assume that someone is a woman.  At his place I am his sometimes room mate.
   Like a case of verbal diarrhoea I’m spewing all these fucking insecurities and fears that I never knew existed.  That are maybe the reason I never let myself think too far ahead.  I’m accusing him of doing shit he hasn’t even done yet.  In the end it pretty much was a knock down drag out fight for things he has not even fucking done.  Not my finest moment.  Oh, did I mention loud?  It was very loud.
   Anyway, I did eventually calm down and realized how unreasonable I was being.  I mean here my boyfriend is basically letting me know he is planning a future with me and I am losing it on him for it.  But in my mind I am seeing a future in the closet.  Because the fact is, one person cannot be in a relationship with someone openly gay and hope to stay in his closet.  I would have to change to not “out” him.  Because the fact of it all is, two guys living together, one gay, the assumption is both gay.  And once he is outed how is that going to affect me?  Us?  Resentment.  So I change.  Then what happens when his old friends visit?  J gets to make himself scarce for the visit.  Or fucking god forbid his parents…. J disappears for their visit.
   And the future?  What happens in five years?  How do C’s parents not wonder about their 30 something son who has never had a relationship?  No woman to bring home?  And I know these are his issues, but they will become mine if we are still in a relationship.
   Most of all, I know I cannot live like that.  Because the thoughts of it are already causing resentment.  I fucking hate that he wants that life for me.  And I hate that I feel like I am being a dick issuing ultimatums, but  how can I not be?  This is going to be a deal breaker for me.  And I am trying really hard NOT to say that, but the bottom line is I think in the end I know if he does not come out all my deepest fears are going to manifest.
   Of course then it is his turn to point out that I have things “easy” because his life is just so fucking complicated…. And so it continues.

Okay, He’s not perfect, but then neither am I

August 13, 2011 § 4 Comments

So last night was fun.  Unfortunately Chris called and decided to bail on me for the club.  Bastard!  Actually I don’t blame him.  He got off work at midnight, by the time he gets home and showers he is just barely there as they are wrapping it up for the night.  Sure, we could go downstairs for after hours, but then that is more for the drinkers than those there for a good time.  So I cut out after he called and went to his place.  Nelson attacked me as I was taking off my boots.  Little fucker.  Jumped right on my back and clung.  Ripped a hole right through.  Of course by the time I get him off he just looks at me like “whut?” before sitting in the middle of the room and starts cleaning his ears.  Evil…. thy name is Nelson.

   So Chris grouched for a while.  He hates his new supervisor.  But other than try to get along what are you going to do.  Apparently the guy really likes Chris and forever uses him as a good example, but Chris says it’s because he is one of the only white guys on shift.  “He doesn’t like people with a tan.”  I could not imagine working in such an environment where a guy makes it very well known he is a prejudice fuck and STILL gets to the role of supervisor.  I cannot imagine how they do not have law suits out their ass.  It does give me a better idea of why Chris always says that it is a lot easier for me to be out than him.  He’s not just talking about family but about making a living.  Fuck… what century is this again?
   Anyway, sorry to go off on a tangent, but it’s still nice to understand it is not necessarily me, just the demands of the job.  Even if it is just how he sees it.  
   He’s gone to the parents this morning…. so I am prepared for him being a miserable prick on Sunday night.  I know parent/child relationships are hard to comment on, but FUCK if visiting my parents made me that miserable I would move so far away that I would never have to visit them.  Thankfully he brushes their shit off fast enough these days.  So by Monday he will back to his regular cranky self.

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