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Jul. 13th, 2007 06:41 amRajan Zed, you survived some Great American Bullshit (heretofore known as the American "Family" Association). Despite different faiths, you are extremely worthy of my respect for that reason alone!
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Mar. 10th, 2007 07:57 pmWent to a town meeting in Dubuque (of all the places on Earth... no further comment on that.) session with Barack Obama today. I was impressed by his general forthrightness, and how practical he sounded in his answers to people's questions (and by his a stone hotness as well!!).
Afterward, John and I went looking for (and eventually found, with assistant from the cashier at St. Vinny's) an architectural-salvage warehouse near downtown that he'd been referred to by the Mineral Point Historic Zoning Commission for doors - didn't find a new front door, but we did find a Kohler sink that John had apparently been coveting for years...<>...for 15 dollars US, an easy 80 or 90 percent discount from what I've been able to price-check on Kohler's web site. John is happy (especially because *I* paid for it - pennies in the bucket compared to the big checks he's been giving Brad the contractor, but a help all the same since he can now PLAN the bathroom - and carried it to the cash register and to the car for him . BTW, my arms really are tired!), to say the least.
Afterward, John and I went looking for (and eventually found, with assistant from the cashier at St. Vinny's) an architectural-salvage warehouse near downtown that he'd been referred to by the Mineral Point Historic Zoning Commission for doors - didn't find a new front door, but we did find a Kohler sink that John had apparently been coveting for years...<>...for 15 dollars US, an easy 80 or 90 percent discount from what I've been able to price-check on Kohler's web site. John is happy (especially because *I* paid for it - pennies in the bucket compared to the big checks he's been giving Brad the contractor, but a help all the same since he can now PLAN the bathroom - and carried it to the cash register and to the car for him . BTW, my arms really are tired!), to say the least.
The word "bittersweet" comes to mind on so many levels after Tuesday's vote here in Wisconsin. I'm glad a few more Democrats (incl. at least one new state Assembly member I hadn't planned on - YAY STEVE HILGENBERG FOR "THAWING" STEVE FREESE!!) got in, but another marriage amendment passes (It passed in Iowa County, where I currently live and vote, by 126 votes)...
As somebody who's lived in a few places, and was kinda ready to outstay my 4-year average, now I'm wondering why I should bother. I know John feels the same (Hell, he's only lived in this state 30 years, and been a homeowner for 28 of those years!! But he sucks dick -- usually mine-- so he and I are persona non grata in terms of having even minor legal protection for our relationship without jumping legal hoops last seen at Sea World.). Not that we were feeling marriage OR anything equivalent (Watching my parents up close during my childhood cured me of ever wanting as much as a stray hair from a marriage, thank you very much.), but to have such a healthy (not quite 60 percent) portion of the voters in the state where you earn your money and sleep most nights tell you that your preferred type of primary personal relationship is nothing hurts like hell!!
Legal challenges will follow, and I'll keep watching... whether I'll still be living in Wisconsin by the time there's a resolution remains to be seen, however.
I want to vomit (but at least I don't want quite so much to hurl a brick at anyone today - that said, folks with "One Man, One Woman"-type stickers on their cars had still better be careful...).
As somebody who's lived in a few places, and was kinda ready to outstay my 4-year average, now I'm wondering why I should bother. I know John feels the same (Hell, he's only lived in this state 30 years, and been a homeowner for 28 of those years!! But he sucks dick -- usually mine-- so he and I are persona non grata in terms of having even minor legal protection for our relationship without jumping legal hoops last seen at Sea World.). Not that we were feeling marriage OR anything equivalent (Watching my parents up close during my childhood cured me of ever wanting as much as a stray hair from a marriage, thank you very much.), but to have such a healthy (not quite 60 percent) portion of the voters in the state where you earn your money and sleep most nights tell you that your preferred type of primary personal relationship is nothing hurts like hell!!
Legal challenges will follow, and I'll keep watching... whether I'll still be living in Wisconsin by the time there's a resolution remains to be seen, however.
I want to vomit (but at least I don't want quite so much to hurl a brick at anyone today - that said, folks with "One Man, One Woman"-type stickers on their cars had still better be careful...).
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Oct. 4th, 2006 10:05 pmThank you, Mark Foley (Member of Congress, R-Florida), for making anything I watch on the news the last 5 days feel like an episode of Nip/Tuck.
Well, the most repressive measure I have seen yet regarding the legal recognition of same-gender relationships is now an Assembly vote away from the ballot boxes here in Wisconsin - and regrettably, I can't say I'm all that surprised by yesterday's State Senate vote (I must say that Iwassurprised by the two Democratic senators that had to be swayed at the last second to vote against it.).
To my fellow Wisconsin people: I strongly encourage you to harass your Assembly memberbetween now and their vote on the constitutional amendment (likely sometime between now and March) - and encourage your neighbors to do likewise.
As someone who lives in the senate and assembly districts of two co-sponsors of this particular piece of toilet paper (Senator Dale Schultz and Rep. Stephen Freese - neither of whom seem willing to let common sense and the fact that they have vocal constituents who consider this legislation to be little more than mean-spirited at best get in the way of Republican party supremacy), I want it to be known that I want NO PART of allowing an abridgement of anyone's rights to be written into a state or federal constitution.
To everyone: Does anyone else seeing this feel the same way I do (NAMELY: insulted)?
I just feel like I get taken through some shit at times... challenged on a level I wasn't expecting when I woke up that particular morning. On those days, I take making it to bed in a place other than an alley or a jail as a victory.
Now, honestly there were some achievements today - the day at work began with me successfully programming a full set of cable remotes properly on the first attempt.
BUt there's also the memory of my final call of the day - damn near losing a customer's email through complete stubbornness!
This evening, John talked me into attending a debate on gay marriage... and I felt some heat all over the audience, and in me, too. It took a lot not to slide out of one of those Fluevogs and hurl it at the "gentleman" representing Focus on (Fucking Over) the Family - and by the way, I can now say that I have seen a haarrrrrrd right-winger wearing Birkenstocks (taupe suede Bostons, if you cared)! I can think of a few images more unsettling than that one... but for someone who watches politics and men's shoes, that was one I could've done without. The fact that he sounded like he was whining all throughout his speaking, trying to obscure or just shout down salient points by the other debater (and looked like a lesbian college professor, although the actual lesbian college professors in the theater probably wanted to beat him down about 15 minutes in) was equally unwelcome.
Now, honestly there were some achievements today - the day at work began with me successfully programming a full set of cable remotes properly on the first attempt.
BUt there's also the memory of my final call of the day - damn near losing a customer's email through complete stubbornness!
This evening, John talked me into attending a debate on gay marriage... and I felt some heat all over the audience, and in me, too. It took a lot not to slide out of one of those Fluevogs and hurl it at the "gentleman" representing Focus on (Fucking Over) the Family - and by the way, I can now say that I have seen a haarrrrrrd right-winger wearing Birkenstocks (taupe suede Bostons, if you cared)! I can think of a few images more unsettling than that one... but for someone who watches politics and men's shoes, that was one I could've done without. The fact that he sounded like he was whining all throughout his speaking, trying to obscure or just shout down salient points by the other debater (and looked like a lesbian college professor, although the actual lesbian college professors in the theater probably wanted to beat him down about 15 minutes in) was equally unwelcome.
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Aug. 1st, 2005 05:50 pmI'm a little disgusted about little things today - my health (My doctor seriously wants me to lose at least 15 pounds, figuring it will get the cholesterol, blood sugar, and other things under control. It was a depressing visit, for reasons I won't go into here, but depressing enough to send the message.) and the state of the nation (Bush did an end-around on John Bolton - he is now the US ambassador to the UN, like it or not. I don't like it one bit, for the record.) are topping the list.
In better news, I called my mom, and she said the house sale went final on July 15 (which had to make her somewhat happy). Also, John and I got a new slow-cooker last week, and we made a nice, vegetable-laced roast over the weekend.
In better news, I called my mom, and she said the house sale went final on July 15 (which had to make her somewhat happy). Also, John and I got a new slow-cooker last week, and we made a nice, vegetable-laced roast over the weekend.
I spent last night pondering adulthood - I do it every time a discussion comes up of an issue that raises my anxiety level slightly. In this case, John (my primary/live-in boyfriend) tells me he has registered for a training session in our district on the marriage amendment that our state legislators (ASSHOLES!) were among the first signators to.
I always figured that being queer meant I was better (by a large amount) than marriage - that shit is for other people who just have to make babies and try to do the house/two kids/garage act. Now that 30 has come and gone and 35 is about to crash into me, I'm faced with a serious realization: I'm part of this world, and I've got to think about what I would want if I weren't able to be nearly as independent as I am - nearly as prone to "Peter Pan syndrome."
More than a few people (boyfriends included) have also pointed out to me that I might do well to file away those downright negative opinions of marriage (that I developed during a childhood spent watching my parents shout at each other from afar) in order to help the greater good. They all make a valid point. I'm just afraid that, if I do that, then I risk falling in with every gay couple who's ever tried to send my blood sugar through the roof by talking about rings, ceremonies, and sticking together for life. Am I ready to do that with ANYBODY?
Oh, well. Another day of work looms...
