Political Pirate

I was definitely riding the fence about the upcoming election.  I vowed I wouldn't vote because I could clearly see valid points of interest from both candidates.  I also vowed you wouldn't hear me complain about the outcome as I would have no right to complain if I didn't stand on one side or the other by voting.  Well that all changed this morning. 

I hate when, in the morning, the first thing I see or hear is something that frustrates me or pisses me off.  It kind of sets the mood for the rest of today.  As I slurp down coffee and imagine myself on a island surrounded by naked cabana boys I am slowly but surely turning this train-wreck of a day around. Well a FB friend of mine posted a video this morning of MITT ROMNEY standing out against homosexual couples adopting children.  He was a little unclear (big surprise there) about whether he was completely opposed to the act or just in opposition of the birth certificate stating "parent 1 and parent 2."  At any rate, he went on to say that "all children deserve a mother and a father."  What an ignorant, invisible deity-worshiping, self-serving piece of garbage.  All children deserve to grow up feeling loved.  All children deserve food, shelter, water, and values.  All children deserve to be heard, understood, and taught to think for themselves.  As someone who grew up in a strong christian family I can assure you I was NOT taught to think for myself.  It was God's way or no way.  With that in mind, I feel confident that two parents of the same gender could do just as good of a job at raising a child as a "normal" mother and father could - probably better. 

Along the same lines, I am friends with a man who is in a long term relationship with another man and they have adopted two children already.  They, from what I can see in photographs and FB updates, are doing a great job.  So why, pray tell, is he voting for Romney?  Because he is a sheep, that's why.  My fag friends whom are voting for this man that wishes to strip away/prevent gay rights are just sheep being led thru the pasture and have no idea they are being fattened up for the slaughter.  That's fine, I am in the mood to eat lamb chops tonight anyway.  IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS! 

Okay, that's my political soap box for this election year :)

Augustana

"Boston"

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... she said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,

Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
She said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,

She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain...
Oh yeah and I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah...

Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Where no one knows my name...
Boston...
No one knows my name.

Shedding Skin

I look around and I feel envious of people for the things they have.  I want pretty "stuff" too.  But this is now the second major move I have made in my adult life (Wilmington to Dallas then Dallas to Vegas) and I have shed my worldly possessions each time and it seems to take forever to build it back up.  I have to believe I am building character more than anything though.  My level of resilience has shocked even me. 

[On surviving heartbreak:]

 You let time pass. That’s the cure. You survive the days. You float like a rabid ghost through the weeks. You cry and wallow and lament and scratch your way back up through the months. And then one day you find yourself alone on a bench in the sun and you close your eyes and lean your head back and you realize you’re okay. –Dear Sugar, December 16, 2010

I cried today when I saw photos on Facebook from a friend's wedding that took place last weekend.  I am scared this will never happen for me.  I want a spouse and children so bad but I feel like time is running out. 

Presidential Election 2012

“I wish my moderate Republican friends would simply be honest. They all say they’re voting for Romney because of his economic policies (tenuous and ill-formed as they are), and that they disagree with him on gay rights. Fine. Then look me in the eye, speak with a level clear voice, and say,” My taxes and take-home pay mean more than your fundamental civil rights, the sanctity of your marriage, your right to visit an ailing spouse in the hospital, your dignity as a citizen of this country, your healthcare, your right to inherit, the mental welfare and emotional well-being of your youth, and your very personhood.” It’s like voting for George Wallace during the Civil Rights movements, and apologizing for his racism. You’re still complicit. You’re still perpetuating anti-gay legislation and cultural homophobia. You don’t get to walk away clean, because you say you “disagree” with your candidate on these issues.”
—
Doug Wright, Pulitzer and Tony Award winning playwright

 DANERO, October 2, 2012 - JR's Bar & Grill, Dallas, Texas