Sunday, November 21, 2004


I will not even address the utter absurdity of pledging my allegiance to a square piece of cloth, an arrangement of colors, an unclear and undefined symbol with as many different meanings to as many different people as red threads on the flag itself.

Despite what Mr. Bush ,and those standing to his right, would like to believe, we are not, nor never be, one nation under God. George Bush's god, the god of your favorite moral stars, like Tom Coburn, Pat Robertson, Focus on the Family's James Dobson, and many incarnations of the American Jesus Christ (the one that looks like Charles Manson, not the Jewish one) is not the same god as me, nor millions like me.

If this is a nation under God (their god) and I do not serve their god, then what does that make me? Un-American? A traitor? A communist? Maybe I am just part of that Axis of Evil club. My government is urging me to repent from my sin. My government realizes that this is not an easy task and I cannot do it alone so it has committed itself to help me.

My government realizes that my excessive fondness for man on man fornication can only get worse, possibly leading to a long-term healthy relationship (making it even harder to ignore) so it promises to make sure I don't fall into that trap by amending the constitution so that such filthy acts of love and commitment are not included.

My government realizes that the devil has put temptations everywhere by planting herbs in the ground that may ease my pain and sooth my illness. My government realizes that sick people have no self control when the Satan's temptation of easing their suffering is popping right out of the soil as if God put it there or something, so it has put large fines and jail times (often harsher penalties that imposed on real criminals for real crimes) on anyone who uses these demonic weeds.

My government knows that lonely people who have no intimate physical contact with others may seek out others who are willing to treat their loneliness for a short while for a small payment. My government will incarcerate anyone succumbing to this temptation of feeling loved (or just feeling good) and to those who offer the cure as well, forcing them to seek out seedy parts of inner cities where they become victims of violent sadistic pimps who exploit the government's stand.

George Bush's god, the god "over" America has already condemned me to hell. If I was to embrace this American god, I would have to first deny who I am and let my government (and James Dobson) cure me of the wicked debauchery in my pants

Apparently the love I have for my lovers (at least those of the same sex as myself) is the antidote to the fear induced brainwashing that gives ownership control of people to their spouses so that they will never have a sexual fantasy again, or at least without suffering from guilt soaked shame and self loathing. If we let the lesbos get married, they might want to adopt children and we cannot have that. At least in foster homes they won't be turned into sodomizers.

The institution of American marriage boggles my mind. We are not supposed to have sex outside of it, yet homosexuals, a group of people condemned for their "promiscuous ways" are not allowed to take part in it. They shake their fingers and chant " fornication and adultery" but they won't let them take part in the one activity that makes sex legal in their warped closed minds.

Maybe because anal and oral sex are the top two activities in homosexual lovemaking and these are the top two taboos among Christians, even in marriage. Oral sex just feels too good and can cause good Jesus-fearing people to think about sex in unhealthy amounts. And anal sex is just sin and needs no explanation. God may have made the anus, but Satan made it feel good when you touch it.

I am not suggesting that we all dress in drag, throw a parade, and yell, "We're here and we're queer!" The Religious Right is going to shoot when and where they want and nobody can stop them, but I am sure not going to load their gun for them. In-your-face does not work, it only feeds the stereotype. When they look at us, they see the half dressed drag queens marching down the street singing, "It's Raining Men". It is up to us to show them who and what we really are.

It is time to show an united front. It is time to show that Religion does not get to define the word, family. It is time to show them who we REALLY are, only then will we dissolve the stereotypes. It is time to come together and stand as one. Homosexuals are their neighbors and teachers and police officers, not the freaks in beat up icecream trucks cruising the streets for children or married politicians poking their genitals in a drilled out hole in the public men's room at a neighborhood park.

My children's father is bisexual, yet they are secure, intelligent and emotionally stable kids, not to mention sexually healthy and socially conscious. They understand the difference between the myth of sin and the true meaning of right and wrong. I live in a family, but it is as far away from Jerry Falwell's defintion as it could be.

The gender of my lover does not measure my integrity. I believe in healthy loving relationships off all kinds, both long and short term. I believe every person has the choice to create intimacy in anyway they choose. I do not believe that morality and monogamy are synonymous. If you choose monogamy then I support your choice and I would never do or say anything to discourage or hinder your choice. My own fidelity is not gauged on the number of lovers I have in my life but by my integrity, my word and how I choose to treat others.

It is time we learn to embrace diversity. Only then will there be peace on earth.


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