Random Musings

Programming note:

Tomorrow we are off to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill because Carlos has been asked to speak--again--to a group of AP high school Seniors from around the country on HIV/AIDS.

And I wouldn't miss that for nuthin'.

I have some preplanned stuff, but commenting on other blogs will be minimal or non-existent.

Y'all have a fabulous weekend.

Note to Ann Curry: I blame Matt.

Note to Barbara Walters: Get off! Now!

Okay, so I posted about the Lesbian couple who was looking for a reception hall to rent in Moline, Illinois and was turned away from The University Club because bar manager, and owner’s wife, Kristen Stewart, doesn't like The Gays. [see post HERE]

Well, then Kristen's husband, Perry, came forward and said his wife's views were not those of the club and that he'd be happy for The Gays to rent his club--it's a tough economy, y'all.

Now comes word that Kristen Stewart has resigned after her decision not to allow that gay couple to rent the club.

Good news.

Note to Bravo: Around The World In 80 Plates? I was done after the first dish.

Um, is it me, or does anyone else remember how the GOP blamed President Obama when gas prices rose a couple of months back.

'Memba how they said that we should vote him out of office because he couldn't keep the prices down?

Yeah, now the prices are down, so, if we are to take the GOP's word as gospel--and lawdy lawdy lawdy the GOP does loves some gospel--then the recent falling gas prices are also President Obama's fault.

And, well, then, we should vote to keep him in office, right?

GOP? Isn't that how it works? prices up, blame Obama? Prices down, crickets?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

GOP pandering.

Brief note, because there's gonna be all sorts of blogging about it: The individual mandate upheld by the Supreme Court. I ♥ Obamacare. And. well, even after the Corporations are people bull shit, I ♥ The Supremes.
Oh, and I ♥ this:

Note to Lifetime: Pop that Blister. Blister Palin, I mean.

Pride.

Yeah, around the first of June I was suddenly overcome with this enormous sense of Pride and I don't know why. But now, as the month draws to a close that feeling is dissipating.

What gives?

Oh. June. LGBT Pride month.

Well, not here in South Carolina because we are so behind the times that our Pride month comes in September. They say it's because it's too hot here in June, but when we lived in Florida--well June's temperatures are like those of the sun....or Hell--we still had Pride in June.

But I digress.

I always get a little annoyed at being told I'm supposed to have Gay Pride, whether in June or any other month. I mean, am I supposed to be "proud" of being gay, because, well, I'm not.

What I'm saying is this: I was born this way. so, well, Pride at being born this way is kinda silly, I think. I mean, I was born with blue eyes--and they are fabulously blue, or so I’ve been told--but am I proud of my blues eyes? Of being over six feet tall? Nope, because I really had nothing to do with all that. it's all part of the package: tall, blue-eyed gay man.

But, as I got to pondering, like I tend to do, I realized my Pride is not in being gay, but being out.

See, that’s the difference. I am not hiding and haven't been for many years. And I am proud to live my life openly and honestly--something straight folks have been doing for eons--as a gay man.

I am proud that Carlos and I are a gay couple that doesn’t care who knows it; the checkers at Kroger? They know, because when we don't do our shopping together, they inevitably ask, "Where's your partner this week?" And so does the saleswoman at HHGregg who sold us our dishwasher and laughed when Carlos said I make all the household decisions about style and such. So do people in restaurants and movie theaters and, well, everywhere, because we don't hide it, or shield it or do anything other than letting people know that we are a couple.

Legally recognized by this country, or not.?

And that's nice. Nice that we're just another couple doing our groceries and living our lives and we just happen to be two men.

In the South.

South Carolina.

A Red state.

In the Bible Belt.

So, am I proud of being gay? Not so much. But I swell with pride as I wander though this life letting people know that I am openly gay.

And that's worth a month-long celebration, even if it does come in September.