Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Saturday, August 19, 2017
It's all too much sometimes, what is going on in this country right now. So I find myself barely skimming the news, trying to distance myself a bit from social media because some of my friends and family TOTALLY BLOW MY MIND! Wow, not sure where that came from. Except, I think we're all going through it, aren't we? I've just about given up trying to explain things to them. Okay, not really. The FB rants will continue--I simply can't help myself. Anyway, I ordered a Coexist T-shirt and it came today. Can't wait to wear it to work! (Thank goodness my boss is a Democrat--and my cousin. I get away with things that I probably shouldn't be able to!) So, let's all take a deep breath and tune in for the next episode of "What The F*ck Is Going On?"
And for fun:
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
This has been all over every social media site I follow for the last few days, so I'd be really surprised if you haven't seen it yet. But I'm going to post it, anyway, just because it's so sweet and deserves all the love!
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Monday, July 31, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
My writing computer died. It was my mom's old Dell that my husband had tinkered with. So it was no great surprise. Taps were played and there were a few tears. He found me a new computer at a good price, and now I'm having the fun of switching things around and trying to clean out some old, overly stuffed files. Amazing the sites that I bookmarked 10 years ago that are still there, buried deep! I have days of sorting to do. Ah, modern problems!
Anyway, cleaning off my desktop first, so here's some funny with some not so funny. But, mostly funny.
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Saturday, July 15, 2017
One of my very best friends is visiting from Florida and staying with me this week. It's been so much fun! Naturally, I've taken these last few days off work and all we've done is run around. We knocked on the doors of our Grade School and High School, and even though they're doing the summer maintenance, they let us explore (one of the advantages of living in a small town and being well known!) Last night we met up with our old gang and talked and laughed so much, I'm hoarse this morning. The funniest thing, to me, though, is the fact that it's been 35 years since we graduated, and I can still rely on her to sleep until the middle of the morning, giving me a few hours which I normally don't have because of work. I could get used to this!
So anyway, while I've been perusing:
So anyway, while I've been perusing:
Monday, July 3, 2017
Friday, June 30, 2017
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Sunday, June 11, 2017
I've become more active on FB with my posts. I've expanded my social media circle with Twitter and Tumblr. I'm simply more open than I used to be. I'm even talking with a friend about joining PFLAG. The local chapter is 45 miles away and the gatherings are in the evening, which is a problem for me since night blindness has hit me hard the last couple of years, but now that I know she's active (and I'll have a ride!), I think it's time.
And I write novels. Nothing published yet, but I'm ever hopeful. I often write stories with same-sex couples, but my stories aren't about them being gay (or bi, or whatever label they fit under) but about the relationship between two people who just happen to be gay. My goal is for people who would normally not read a "gay romance" to pick it up. I have this theory that the more we normalize people of the same-sex being together, the more people will quit being "shocked" by it.
Looking back, that's what happened with interracial couples. It took awhile, and there are still people with a smirk or squinted eyes, but for the most part, they are the exception. So I write-- for my daughter, for my cousin who died of Aids in 1990 on the other side of the country far away from his family, for my friends who shouldn't have to put up with asshats giving them the side-eye because of who they love. Like my husband says, everyone deserves to have someone to love that loves them back. Who cares what's under their clothes?
I read this article last year, just after the Pulse shooting, that caught my attention with the question "how do we teach tolerance in an age of fear?" I’d been talking with a young co-worker a few days prior and she'd made the comment that the country became more prejudice after President Obama came into office. She blamed him for that. (And yes, before you ask, she comes from a religious, Repub family.) I told her that wasn't true, it was always there. To be honest, the comment gob smacked me and I didn't continue the discussion, because in my shock, I didn't know what to say.
But then I read this article, Rich in Color by David Wright, and I think I understand it a little better now. Mr. Wright was writing about color and race, although he did expand that a couple of times to include LGBT persons. For years, we have taught 'tolerance'. But tolerance isn't acceptance. It isn't equality. It's the cover over the bigotry. And thankfully, the cover is slipping.
David Wright wrote:
We are most definitely living in an age of fear.
But it’s the other part of the question that strikes me, the notion of “tolerance.” The word is tossed around as this lofty goal to aspire to. Teaching a person to be tolerant of someone different from them is treated like this demanding thing, but it seems like such a low bar. To “tolerate,” according to Dictionary.com, is “to allow the existence, presence, practice, or act of without prohibition or hindrance,” “to endure without repugnance,” “to put up with…”
Really? Is that the best we can–or should–aim for?
Why not seek out this difference–and not just in the name of “political correctness” or as a gesture of politeness (though that’s plenty important, too), but for our own betterment. The more we know others, and know about them, only makes our own lives bigger, richer, more meaningful.
Tolerance. On the outside, it seems like a good thing. We tolerate each other, we live in peace and harmony, all’s right with the world. Except, it doesn’t. I was hearing a year ago, as the Presidential campaigning was in full swing, that it was refreshing to hear someone that was upfront, someone who wasn’t a politician, someone who didn’t hide behind “Politically Correct”. I even heard this from fellow Democrats. (As far as I know, they all realized the error of their ways prior to the election…but that’s another rant for another time.)
But see, I believe that being “PC” is important. I think it’s about empathy, and thinking about how words affect other people. It’s about seeing past ourselves and accepting “Others”, not just tolerating them. I’ve grown up in a small, mostly white, highly religious town where it seems everyone looks for the differences and refuses to find the similarities.
Therefore, it’s my pledge for Pride month to never back down. What I and my husband do are small things, but we both realized last year that we can’t be silent anymore.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
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Monday, May 15, 2017
But I was devoted to music. I had a huge cassette collection with the brief-case style carrier that went with me everywhere. I was a champion at recording songs on the radio- it takes patience, like fishing, to catch that sought after song and hit the right combination of buttons at just the precise moment!
And then I listened over and over, trying to figure out the words, writing them down. Life before Goggle! Kids today don't know the hours of
I still have all those tapes, scattered in boxes here and there, although I doubt they play. Every now and again, I pull one out and give it a try. There is still that occasional gem--but most just squeal and get tossed in the trash. I hope the shelf-life on CDs is longer!