30 Days of Truth, Day 18

30 Days of Truth,Day 18 – Your views on gay marriage.

***Disclaimer*** My view on marriage in general is that I find it rather unhealthy for all parties involved. Sorry to those of you who’ve chosen a life sentence- I just don’t personally want one for myself. As I’ve said in the past… I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I like steak and shrimp too. I don’t want to eat either every day for the rest of my life. I like a variety of things, and that includes men. So shoot me. I’m not saying you can’t eat PB&J every day- just that I don’t want to. All those statements fly right out the window should Reggie Bush come knocking on my door. So I suppose we all have our breaking point?

That said. I think anyone who denies the right to eternal bitching and moaning to anyone, is a bigoted asshole. It makes no difference if there are two penises or two vaginas in the marital bed, marriage is difficult, and anyone who knowingly and willingly wants to enter into captivity is absolutely welcome to, in my opinion. Better them than me, for that matter.

What’s the big threat, anyway? Does a gay marriage threaten, in any way, any lunatic bible beating Christian marriage? No. I don’t understand the insanity behind their argument. How does it hurt anyone? Other than the couple who willing give up the the thrill of the chase and new sex? I could see the logic in a thrice divorced wealthy businessman who has lost everything, begging his friends to reconsider. Telling them all the reasons NOT to get married. I could get behind that guy. Hell I could help him sharpen his argument.

A boring fat white fuck who does nothing but mow his lawn, preach the gospel and utter homophobic idiocy? No. Not my guy. That guy can sit back in his dirty armchair with his snot-nosed kids while enjoying his welfare check funded by the gay couple fighting for the right to the same nightmare- and he can fuck right off. Nobody should be listening to that guy.

We all know the poster children of the anti-gay marriage movement. It’s not the cream of the crop, by anyone’s standards. These are the white trash, racist, homophobic nightmares you will only find in the good old USA. The trailer trash of hurricane alley. Those folks. Why are we even considering taking opinions from the lowest rung on the food chain?

I’d rather go with the guy that knows Dolce from Gucci. The guy that dresses so well we know he’s gay just by how beautiful he looks. That guy. The guy that knows theater, and the difference between porcini & oyster mushrooms.Give me the most flamboyant and stereotypically gay man over any white trash dirtbag bible beater.

How is this even an argument?

Anyone who loves someone so much they’re willing to give up everyone & everything else- to be with that person? Deserves to try.

If only to learn that they should have listened to me in the first place.

Trust me…. variety is the spice of life.

30 Days of Truth, Day 11

30 Days of Truth, Day 11 – Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

My pretty green eyes. Courtesy of my Grandma, by way of my mother. They run in my family, and only with the girls. My daughter has her own lovely version. My Grandma passed away when I was 12, and there’s something pretty wonderful about looking in the mirror and seeing the same green eyes she had, smiling back at me. It makes missing her a little easier, and I’m happy they continue on in my daughter.