My head hurts. My mind hurts. My heart hurts. At least I can thank you for not actually kicking my ass. At least my body is still intact. Nonetheless, I feel like a political football. And I am sure I am not the only one. But why do you people feel the need to kick me and mine around every once in a while?
Okay, I am not addressing all y'all kossacks. I'm addressing a blind, ignorant target, which to this day I am unable to name. This is my sounding board.
I am a gay man and I would like to ask America to stop kicking me.
Here we go again. Watch out for that terroristic horde of faggots and dykes, trannies and what not. We're out to get your children, steal your gas, and start fires in your churches. We want to fuck your dogs after we marry them with cats. We want to inseminate the media with satanic lies and perverse acts. It's all our fault, after all, Baghdad ain't far from Gommorah.
But still and all, It's not just the Right wing of this country that promulgates the above load of crap.
I hear certain left leaning radio personalities react with disgust when intimating gay sex acts, and then turn right around and say but I have gay friends. We go shopping for shoes. They discuss closeted Republicans who promote an anti-gay agenda in reference to hypocracy (not referring to you here Mr. S., haven't read it yet) and then call the torture at Abu Ghraib homoerotic. And what about that Jeff Gannon and Karl Rove. EEEEwwwwwww.
My brother is surprised that I just don't love Will & Grace (it's stereotypical,) my sister says I can't be a single-issue voter (its' over 1500 issues) my friends call me and mine "pillowbiter" (like some say nigga). I hear the words faggot and maricon several times a day (just in passing) All you people can see are fairies, asspants, crew cuts on fat women in flannel, and lots of cats in Subarus.
Quick test. I'm Gay. What did you just think about?
What I do with my dick, right?
You didn't think about how I go to work in the morning with a 50 pound toolbag and build things. Okay, fine, I'm a gay carpenter. You still thought about me naked with my toolbag. Stop making jokes about toolbags.
I just can't fight the feeling that this is all just a joke to you. None of you take our side seriously. Oh, who cares, you say, they'll never pass the Marriage Amendment. It's just political posturing to energize their base, you say. Just appealing to their base insticts.
But it's the end of day one of a week of debate in the senate on this issue, and I have heard nothing new. We're still responsible for out-of-wedlock births, poverty, welfare, hollywood, MTV, and the disintegration of Western Civilization. Just another go at kicking us around for lack of a better scapegoat. Here, puppies, have some red meat. Stay Tuned. More to come later in the House.
Pat Robinson blames us for 9/11, and while Baghdad flares, storms rage, weapons proliferate, criminals pilfer, deficits soar, corporations spy, medicines are tampered with, levee's and borders fail, and Presidents lie, let's talk about sex, baby.