Fucking moods
I woke up kind of okay until my brain started up and reminded me that I was dreaming about Carolyn again last night. I keep going over the way it ended and wondering if I wish I'd done it differently, or if it's just that I'm sad it's over, including my illusions.
Some gay activist, Shane Windmeyer, writes on The Huffington Post today about going to a football game with Dan Cathy, the CEO of Chik-Fil-A, who still opposes the legal marriage of Shane and his husband, and of me and mine. Yes, we're supposed to go have conversations with our ideological enemies. We're not supposed to drop our own values like pants at a nude beach.
The one part of Cathy's ideology that would need to change is that his beliefs about the sinfulness of my sex determines anything about my rights, and that doesn't seem to have budged. That's not stopping Windmeyer's practically jerking them both off with his excitement that they're having a dialogue. That the most virulent groups like Exodus are no longer being funded every time some apolitical gay fuck buys himself a lemonade and waffle fries because he thinks it doesn't matter. Now Windmeyer's convinced him it doesn't.
As long as you're deciding that it doesn't matter where you spend your junk food dollars, read this other article I saw on my feed this morning. Did you know Pepsi used to be the Black man's Coca Cola, and now, through giving money to the NAACP, Coke's "it" for black and white alike? That Coke was first formulated to be temperance friendly, then to take out the cocaine, is just more fun true facts about history. Doesn't it make you proud to be American? It makes me want to move to France.
Boy, did I ever wake in a foul mood. Kevin's noted that Mondays are usually hard for me. I get depressed. Today is what, Rage Tuesday? Come back tomorrow for ennui Wednesday.
Some gay activist, Shane Windmeyer, writes on The Huffington Post today about going to a football game with Dan Cathy, the CEO of Chik-Fil-A, who still opposes the legal marriage of Shane and his husband, and of me and mine. Yes, we're supposed to go have conversations with our ideological enemies. We're not supposed to drop our own values like pants at a nude beach.
The one part of Cathy's ideology that would need to change is that his beliefs about the sinfulness of my sex determines anything about my rights, and that doesn't seem to have budged. That's not stopping Windmeyer's practically jerking them both off with his excitement that they're having a dialogue. That the most virulent groups like Exodus are no longer being funded every time some apolitical gay fuck buys himself a lemonade and waffle fries because he thinks it doesn't matter. Now Windmeyer's convinced him it doesn't.
As long as you're deciding that it doesn't matter where you spend your junk food dollars, read this other article I saw on my feed this morning. Did you know Pepsi used to be the Black man's Coca Cola, and now, through giving money to the NAACP, Coke's "it" for black and white alike? That Coke was first formulated to be temperance friendly, then to take out the cocaine, is just more fun true facts about history. Doesn't it make you proud to be American? It makes me want to move to France.
Boy, did I ever wake in a foul mood. Kevin's noted that Mondays are usually hard for me. I get depressed. Today is what, Rage Tuesday? Come back tomorrow for ennui Wednesday.