This got a bit random.
1)
Leviticus 18:22
You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination.
To be honest, I don't see what the fuss is all about. I don't see how gay men are lying with other men the way that they would lie with women if have to. Fully clothed and no touching. Lesbians must be the only ones having non-sinning sex, since neither party are lying with a male like they lay with women. Straight women go straight to hell.
Or maybe it's all about technique, since it's literally stated "as". (Phew, for all us bisexuals.) I mean most of the things you'd do with a woman, you probably wouldn't do with a man and vice versa any way.
So the Bible tell us to not confuse our male lovers with our female lovers, and remember to have our sex accordlingy to the bodies and personalities of our lovers in question. Makes sense.
2) I finished reading the Amber Spyglass the other day and...
Spoiler! (Highlight to read.)
Too tragic! Too epic! Too heartbreaking! Too romantic! Too epic heartbreaking tragic romance! There are three times I've cried while at the end of a book:
1. The end of Two Towers when Sam resolves to take over Frodo's task. (The movie lessened the impact severely, IMO.)
2. The end of Golden Compass.
3. When Will and Lyra seperated. The worst part was that there was so much build up, so that when the trigger for my crying finally came I could hardly read at all. The trigger in question was "And now I must break the knife" because then it was freaking over! No last regret or anything! And it was all so freaking beautifully written! That last kiss was the most beautiful kiss ever, and I only saw it in my minds eye! Damn you Pullman for using my imagination against me! That was some emotional involvemnt for me. I don't know, maybe I've been extra sensitive lately, but that was one big thing he got me feeling so strongly about. He managed to use words that in a lesser work would been complete and utter narm. I thought I was a cold blooded bastard when it came to fiction, and suddenly I'm feeling so deeply for the fate of two characters that it hurt in my chest. Damn you Pullman! I'm fine now though, but still... Now all I imagine is the romantic potential of sitting on a stonebench on which your true love might be sitting in another universe. I think I will write a short drabble on it. Dunno.
3) I think I've been cursed with the curse of malfunctioning zippers. Three articles of clothes, unrelated to one another in design, age and function, have broken down this past week. My winter jacket, one of my impractical-but-oh-so-cute blouses and today just as I was going out on a job-hunt, one of my boots. Thankfully I had a spare pair, which are really a bit too small and gave me a tiny blister as I was trudging around, so I'll need to get my usual pair repaired.
4) Good night. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Leviticus 18:22
You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination.
To be honest, I don't see what the fuss is all about. I don't see how gay men are lying with other men the way that they would lie with women if have to. Fully clothed and no touching. Lesbians must be the only ones having non-sinning sex, since neither party are lying with a male like they lay with women. Straight women go straight to hell.
Or maybe it's all about technique, since it's literally stated "as". (Phew, for all us bisexuals.) I mean most of the things you'd do with a woman, you probably wouldn't do with a man and vice versa any way.
So the Bible tell us to not confuse our male lovers with our female lovers, and remember to have our sex accordlingy to the bodies and personalities of our lovers in question. Makes sense.
2) I finished reading the Amber Spyglass the other day and...
Spoiler! (Highlight to read.)
Too tragic! Too epic! Too heartbreaking! Too romantic! Too epic heartbreaking tragic romance! There are three times I've cried while at the end of a book:
1. The end of Two Towers when Sam resolves to take over Frodo's task. (The movie lessened the impact severely, IMO.)
2. The end of Golden Compass.
3. When Will and Lyra seperated. The worst part was that there was so much build up, so that when the trigger for my crying finally came I could hardly read at all. The trigger in question was "And now I must break the knife" because then it was freaking over! No last regret or anything! And it was all so freaking beautifully written! That last kiss was the most beautiful kiss ever, and I only saw it in my minds eye! Damn you Pullman for using my imagination against me! That was some emotional involvemnt for me. I don't know, maybe I've been extra sensitive lately, but that was one big thing he got me feeling so strongly about. He managed to use words that in a lesser work would been complete and utter narm. I thought I was a cold blooded bastard when it came to fiction, and suddenly I'm feeling so deeply for the fate of two characters that it hurt in my chest. Damn you Pullman! I'm fine now though, but still... Now all I imagine is the romantic potential of sitting on a stonebench on which your true love might be sitting in another universe. I think I will write a short drabble on it. Dunno.
3) I think I've been cursed with the curse of malfunctioning zippers. Three articles of clothes, unrelated to one another in design, age and function, have broken down this past week. My winter jacket, one of my impractical-but-oh-so-cute blouses and today just as I was going out on a job-hunt, one of my boots. Thankfully I had a spare pair, which are really a bit too small and gave me a tiny blister as I was trudging around, so I'll need to get my usual pair repaired.
4) Good night. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz