Morning all… Its the first day of my 9 day vacation and I must say I’m thrilled to be off. Work has become a real drag lately. I just don’t seem to have the tolerance lately that I normally have. So I think this 9 days will go a long way to helping me purge all the negative energy from my system. Not too much planned. Folsom St Fair is this weekend and next weekend is the Castro St Fair so I have plenty to keep me busy. It also gives me more time to focus on my workouts. I’ve realy made some strides this year and I’m hoping to reach my goals by year end.
No, I haven’t won the lotto yet but, I keep trying. (G) A few people emailed me instead of posting on my last blog. Who knew winning the lotto was such a sensative subject. Oh well.
I seem to be rambling this morning….*looking for my focus in the background.* Oh well, can’t seem to find it so I guess you’ll just have to settle for my ramblings today. OH! and speaking of rambling, have you seen Dubbya’s latest speech? Talk about a moron, sheeez! He can’t ge thru a single speech w/o miss speaking or giving people the image as America the Ignunt! As bugs bunny always says…What a maroon!
Ok ok, I’m off my horse…thats all for now.
Ya know I’m pretty astounded lately to see a lot of black civil rights activists denouncing gay rights. I’m even more appalled to hear them say gay rights are not a civil rights issue. The only reason any of them have given is that being gay is a choice and being black isn’t. Well my friends, its never been a choice for me. I was born gay. I didn’t wake up one day and say, “ya know, I think I’ll alienate myself from my family, friends, and co-workers and decide to be gay“. I have never met a man, woman, or child who woke up one day and just decided to be gay. Come on people, quit hiding behind fear of the unknown and ignorance and wake up. The same fear you are cowing to is the same fear that whites used to keep blacks slaves. The fight for equal rights is the same the battles may be different but in the end we just want equality. Is that so much to ask?
I realized what “gay” meant at the ripe age of 14. Being a naive kid, I ran to tell my parents. Instead of love and acceptance or even just tolerance, I came away w/a broken jaw and two broken ribs. How you ask? My father beat me within an inch of my life and then threw me headlong into the street. All for admitting I was gay. How many black fathers beat their children for being born black? I have yet to meet one. Am I belittling the blacks’ fight for civil rights? Not in the least. Am I saying gay rights are a civil issue? Damn Skippy I am. Just because our [gays] cause is different, doesn’t make it any less worthy of recognition.