Gay Genes – No, not Jordache

Yet another study on human genetics playing a role in human sexuality. Pretty soon, there will be too much irrefutable proof for even the bible thumpers to ignore. Of course, I’m sure they’ll find some other reason to hate us.

But this study examined genetic information on all chromosomes, including genes from the father. The findings show that identical stretches of DNA on three chromosomes were shared by about 60% of gay brothers in the study compared to the about 50% normally expected by chance…
…The genetic scans showed a clustering of the same genetic pattern among the gay men on three chromosomes — chromosomes 7, 8, and 10. These common genetic patterns were shared by 60% of the gay men in the study. This is slightly more than the 50% expected by chance alone.
The regions on chromosome 7 and 8 were associated with male sexual orientation regardless of whether the man got them from his mother or father. The regions on chromosome 10 were only associated with male sexual orientation if they were inherited from the mother.

I’ll be the first in line asking for an apology.

Odd Day / “Edu-macated

Ever have one of those days where things just don’t go right? Yesterday was like that. It wasn’t a bad day per say. Things just seemed out of kilter. My schedule, normal tasks, errands,etc just got ‘messed up’. To sum it all up, I somehow managed to head off to work w/o wearing any undies. . .

Oh and to the dear kind soul who decided to anonymously write to me about my grammar (or lack thereof), I write that way on purpose silly. I know, I know, I’m probably not as edu-macated as you are.

Huk’ed on fonix wurkd 4 me. Try doing a spell check on that one, bi-atch!

Photo Blogging

Sitting her at work, bored out of my skull I started thinking. [1]always a dangerous combination, I know With all the issues coming up regarding my father, I’ve sorta realized I don’t have that many photos of my life. I’ve kept journals off/on since about 23 which is nice but I sorta miss having a photo record of my life. It’s more my fault than anyones as I just never remember to buy a camera or when I do buy it I always leave it behind. A have a scattering of pics from my 2nd relationship and a handful more from my last. In between, I have a smidgen or two thrown in but not that many when you sit down and add it all up. I’m sure that a good chunk of my early adult years spent trying to survive has a little to do with it. That said, I wished I’d been a little more diligent about that forgotten camera.

Maybe I’ll invest in a decent digital cam to start making up for lost time. Might be a good way to brighten up my blog a bit too. Then my bored readers can have that extra insight into my rants. *god, are we ready for that?*

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↑1 always a dangerous combination, I know

Updates on the fly

So tying up some lose ends, I thought I’d update my 15 readers on my so called ‘life’. Lets see… *mumbling. . .’where to start, where to start?…*

Ok, well lets start w/the not so obvious. I blogged a while back about my social life taking a nose dive and putting in some overtime. If anything, just the opposite occurred. For a change, guys seems to be crawling out of the woodwork vying for my attentions. I’m flattered to no end but I’m not looking for anything serious right now. *course, it’s always that way. when you need’em can’t find a single one. You don’t need’em and your scrappin’em off w/a stick*

Anyway, I need to keep focus and take care of myself for awhile. And between volunteering my time for the BCCs website, making up w/an old friend, and meeting a few new ones, I just ain’t had any free time to work over. And with more than a little guilt, I’ve been neglecting the gym a bit too. I’m just now getting to a point where I’ve started putting in the OT. *including tonight* Just too many activities pulling me in odd directions. I guess I’ll use February for my OT month. The charity is going well. Thank GOD they are getting it for free because they’d already be broke if they were paying me.

I’m also making a conscious effort not to let my domestic chores pile up so much. I’m horrible at household chores and being a typical bachelor, I’ll go out and buy new undies rather than wash the old ones. Creates a vicious cycle! I’ve been really good at keeping up, I’m actually rather proud of myself.

Now on to the obvious. Work STILL sucks. We have the pettiest supervisors I’ve ever encountered. Its no wonder city agencies carry so much dead weight. Any sort of excellence or above par attitude is slowly drilled out of you over ever petty infraction they can imagine.

I’m still looking at starting school but probably not till the fall. Oddly enough, I seem to be keeping focus on long term goals. A very hard thing for me. Maybe this really is going to be my year. Hope springs eternal.

Baby’s Daddy – continued…

Well the trip to see my father is fast approaching and I’m still a bit mixed up about it. Of course, most people hearing of his pending death, immediately offer condolences and start to worry if “I’m doing ok”. Since I don’t ‘do’ funerals, this trip will be the last time I ever lay eyes on him. After the tragedy of my childhood my views on death have changed significantly. This ties into my spiritual beliefs as well. I don’t know exactly when it happened but one day I just stopped fearing death. Simply put, I come to view death as a crossing of sorts, not a dead end. If I had known this when I lost my first love it would have saved me so much unnecessary anguish. Crap! I’m getting off topic a bit. So anyway, I won’t be going to his funeral. What has got me a bit apprehensive is the coming showdown.

Knowing him and how he likes to procrastinate, he won’t say anything until I’m ready to leave, then he’ll bring it all up and try to foster his guilt off on me. His modus operandi has always been to apologize for his behavior and then immediately try to blame me for the whole thing. I think he would rather I had never told him and just lied about it. He is able to justify his actions that way. So with this in mind, I’m forced into a dilemma. Do I swallow my self-pride and dignity that took me years to find and just let him do it so he can pass on w/a clear conscience or do I stand by who/what I am till the very end? His end.

If you read my blog often, you can probably guess the answer already.

Rants & Pangs for Home

I’m trying to squeeze my babblings in before Stargate comes on. . . So I’m scrolling along thru my usual blogrolling, I stop by the Texan’s blog to get my weekly fix of his great Southern perspective. I love living here but I miss the ‘openness’ of people from the South. Reading the Texan’s blog always makes me a bit nostalgic. It’s mostly his writing style and approach to problems I think that clicks w/me the most. I’ve never met him but next time I get back to big D, I’m hoping we can have lunch or a beer together. Just as bloggers of course. (Tim, get your mind out of my gutter)

If you’re just dying to get yet another Southern boy’s perspective to life, stroll on over and check him out.

Hand Injury

I can’t remember if I mentioned it but I injured my hand a week or so ago. I went to the doc yesterday. I was a tad scared I had fractured it. As it turns out, I tore a tendon across my 3rd finger on my left hand. Nothing major apparently and the doc says while my hand may swell a bit from typing too much, its not serious enough to worry about any long term problems. Good news considering how typing I do w/my job. The fact that I have a mild case of carpel tunnel syndrome in that arm made it look worse than it was.

The odd part is it only seems to bother me while typing. I can work out and do most tasks w/o any discomfort. I wonder how many folks would kill for an injury like that! lol

Surreality

Ain’t made up words great? Sometimes the words that really exist just don’t sound as nice. So ‘surreality’ is my made up word for the day. Coming from white trash means, I’m allowed to do that.

So anyway, I was struck by such a sense of ‘surreality’ today while riding Muni. [1]Muni is our public transit subway. I’m riding Muni along looking at all the advertisements that had been defaced. Pretty much every ad from West Portal to Castro was marked up in one form or another. All except the gay one. I forget what the ad was for but it was the only one not marked up. The irony was so overwhelming I burst out laughing. I’m sure everyone thought I was nuts be thats another story. For all my previous whining about the breeder invasion, I forget sometimes what a surreal environment I live in.

SF has a huge gay/lesbian population packed into a very small area. On top of that, it is probably one of the most progressive and tolerant cities in the nation to live. From a personal perspective, I’d feel safe walking around in about 80% of the city. The other 20% I don’t think being gay would matter, I’d be in trouble either way. *g* I can’t think of any other US city I’d feel that safe in as a gay man. And lets not forget our straight mayor, whether you agree w/his tactics or not, who put a face on the struggle for equal rights. Equal rights not just for the thousands of gays/lesbians in California but for the millions of our brethern all across America.

So for all my whining about the Castro, there is still no other place I’d prefer to live.

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↑1 Muni is our public transit subway.