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Favorite old romance movie: Breakfast At Tiffany's

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If I was an animal, I'd be a: Penguin. Or kakapo. Some kind of flightless bird.

Marital status: Duh. Spoken for.

Thursday, February 26, 2004
We're here, we're queer, but don't call us that 'cause it's mean.

I've been thinking about this whole gay marriage thing. On the one hand, I believe marriage is something between a man and a woman. On the other hand, politically I have no reason to oppose gay marriage, no reason to oppose the giving of a specific freedom to one group of people so long as it doesn't infringe on the rights of another. And, to all the opposers, face it: Gay marriage only infringes on your right to not be offended by another person's actions, and frankly, you're the only ones who can choose when and where you have access to that right, not politicians and legislators. I've heard plenty of arguements that on the surface would make you think that they're in support of the opposition to gay marriage ("marriage doesn't tame men, women do", "the function of marriage is to raise children", "promoting homosexuality is promoting a dangerous lifestyle"), but these do not specifically work against gay marriage, only homosexuality itself. But we're not talking about allowing gay men to indiscriminately donate blood or live with a dozen partners, we're talking about two men commiting to a monogomous relationship. Polyamorous relationships are a whole other kettle of fish. Of course, lesbian couples, as a general rule, are a more commiting bunch than gay men. Whether due to excess of testasterone, as some scientists have atested to, or simply because women prefer the safety of a solid and steady relationship, it's still a simple fact. But if a couple of gay men have made a commitment to spend the rest of their lives together, why deny them that right, EXCEPT as an issue of religion?

But on the other hand, the function of marriage should also be addressed: The raising of children. Do I believe a gay couple is capable of raising a mentally stable child? Sure. Do I believe that child would be better off with two married parents? Absolutely. But even with all that, I do believe a child does better with parents of both sexes; a mother and a father. Study after study has proven this. A child's greatest influence is his or her same-sex parent, but BOTH parents play an invaluable part in the raising and teaching of that child. However, I've also seen children in abject poverty, in situations you and I will probably never know. And I would MUCH rather that child live with two gay parents, than starving to death on the streets of a country which cares nothing for him.

The problem, however, is that many foreign countries do not allow gays to adopt, and it's very likely that many would cut off adoptions altogether, to heterosexual and gay couples, if America was to legalize gay marriage, which would rip that arguement in half. So from that angle, it's just plain selfishness for homosexuals to push for gay marriage if it means that no one can go to these countries and help out these kids.

Just my two cents. I'm still tryin' to figure this all out. Leave your comments at the door.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Prelude to a Christ

I haven't seen The Passion of the Christ yet, but someone got me to thinking about this whole controversy over the appearance of Jesus. Yes, I'm one of those "Jesus wasn't Swedish!" people who're sick of the pallid-faced, auburn-haired Christs of the Roman Catholics. African-American "Jesus"es are closer, but not much, since Jesus was north-Israeli, and therefore probably had sharper features.

Isaiah 53:2-3 specifically tells us that Jesus "had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not." There's another translation which says he was "marred almost to the point of deformity", but I forget which. Basically, Jesus was one ugly character, not "People Magazine's Bachelor of the year." Most likely, he was a dark man of middle-eastern appearance, with dark skin and pronounced bone structure. But you also have to remember, he was a carpenter, and he never drove a car. I'm sure he had his share of physical strength; I'd never go so far as to say he was "skrawny", at least, not by our standards. I think that's a lot of the awe of the crucifixion: Here you have Jesus, a man of no physical appeal. Society normally would have outcasted him, but instead he changed society, and the world, forever. A man with muscles on his arms, dirt under his nails, and a smile on his marred face, who played with children; the innocent children who saw through his physically "imperfect" appearance to gaze on the face of God Himself. I think that's why he talks about accepting the kingdom of God as a child. Children are ready to accept those people different from themselves without a second thought.

Here's a man who was strong, but humble, broken and killed for the sins of the world. That's pretty powerful stuff, no matter WHAT his skin color or bone structure.

Anyway, I'm going to see the movie this weekend, so I'll tell you guys what I thought (as if you really care) afterwards. In the mean time, I'm going to be doing a little bit of renovation with the help of my beloved Penguin (read: I'm going to be playing slave driver), so none from me till Monday!

Monday, February 23, 2004
Baby, you can drive my cat

Last night was awful.

There I am, laying awake at, about 2:30 AM. Suddenly, I hear a noise outside. It sounds like it's a tapping at the gutter, like someone trying to climb up it. Then, I hear a scratching on the side of the house, like someone's drawing on the siding. This went on for quite a while, and I'm a paranoid night person when I'm alone, so I'm freaking out, just waiting for a masked face to take a peek through my window at my innocent, tiny, defenceless, female little self.

I spring out of bed and throw on my bedroom light, as well as another layer of flannel and my bathrobe, and fly into the dining room where I turn on the dining room light, and the out-door porch light, in hopes that the crazed murderer lurking underneath my bedroom would see that there's someone awake and flee his stoop. But alas, my efforts are in vain; the scratching is coming from INSIDE! I sit at the computer desk, looking for the can of mace (hey, a girl can never be too careful) when suddenly...

I hear a cat's collar jingle.

You see, in the wall underneath the computer desk, there's a hole about one foot by 6 inches, which was cut out to fix some plumbing. We just left it unfilled because the hole is now used to draw wires from the downstairs computer to the upstairs ones. There's a board in front of it, but yesterday something was getting fixed on the computer and I forgot to put the bit of wood back to cover it up. And one of the cats enjoys spelunking. By the time I got the hole re-covered, and duct-taped, and boarded, it was after three in the morning.

And THAT was my night.



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