NFL adds ‘sexual orientation’ to anti-discrimination language in new CBA - Wide Rights
I’m thinking this works better if I put the link FIRST, before my opinion. Mighten that work?
Still, considering that there are, like, zero NFL players out, I like the sound that this is out there. Maybe, just maybe, things are changing. When sports and military are integrated, the healing might begin for gays and lesbians.
There’s always hope.
Peace.
Believe it or not, even if I don’t agree with this kid’s opinion, he has the right to say it. I mentioned it in my previous post here and I’ll say it again. You don’t have to like me because I’m gay-that’s not what equal rights are about.
There are dems and there are GOPers. They hate each other for the stupidiest of reasons, when, in the end, they are working for pretty much same purposes.
I say, let the kid stay in school. Perhaps the teacher should have made a conversation about this topic right then and there. However, given standardized testing—I know the teacher has zero time to teach what’s important but instead has to teach to what will cut their pay.
LINK:
http://www.towleroad.com/2011/09/student-suspended-for-saying-homosexuality-is-wrong-video.html
This UPSETS me so much. Seriously. I mean, really, seriously. I am fully aware that the world will not accept me with open arms. I cannot expect anyone to run up to me, kiss me on the cheek and say, “thank GOD you’re gay.”
I’m no hero. But I can, to some level, expect some civility. Hate me all you want, but keep it to your bloody selves.
I am so proud of our military and what they have done. Strangely, for being dyed-in-the-wool blue stater, I do and always have, supported the military. It is difficult, in my opinion, to protect those who do not wish to be protected. It is a harrowing job and must be protected and revered and respected-if not outright honored.
Do you think we could have found a better picture for this article? I mean, this guy is awesome for who he is and what he does—but, well, a bit of respect here, folks!?!?!
Still, applause, applause.
World Champ Wood Chopper Speaks Out for Gay Marriage | News | The Advocate
I’m not sure why anyone gets this. It is, technically a non-issue. Yet, we gotta get those conservatives to the polls. And, in order to do that, you have to figure out some social topic.
And we all know this is going to pass, sadly. Grant you, North Carolina should be happy to see its name in lights. When’s the last time they did anything?
"This is what the Neighbors Saw"
Jorge never liked his body, but it was something he had made peace with, regardless. He had poked and prodded it along through his younger years, using it to great effect when his hormones and time schedules matched more securely and he did not have to think about those things very frequently. He had taken the time to avoid fried foods, the gift of his heritage, whenever he could; having a gym in walking distance to his condo was motivation enough to ride the bicycle, even on the cloudiest of days.
Because of the time he afforded it, he was allowed, nightly, to stay in bed when others his age found their bladders swollen enough that hourly urination gave little satisfaction. He could just lie there. The abuses he felled upon his own prostate in his youth he figured he could count on to haunt him; however, the ongoing gym membership afforded him a good night's sleep. Never once did he find himself getting up before a decent six hours of slumber were conquered. And even that was an issue of size, not age or health of various organs.
It was a Saturday morning when those six hours had stretched to a good ten. He treated himself the Friday night prior to finishing a paperback. The week was far from decent, lunch hours were kept in the company of unruly teens, instead of his green tea and reading. So as the end of the week surfaced, he found the time to polish off his leisure reading on the couch and sleeping late. The coffeemaker had done its job; the carafe was still piping hot when he awoke and shambled into this kitchen.
The condo was the last on his lot, a beauty in that it afforded him a decent view of their courtyard before the pool. An open expanse of bright green blades of lawn and swingset. Normally, he would have afforded a robe at this hour. But the Florida sun was in repose this winter, the pool across the way, empty. His boxer-briefs hung at a sad, low angle, but he was not one to care before coffee.
He did not even jolt when the drivable lawn mower came into view. They were traditionally there every Saturday morning, and they never seemed the wiser. Jorge got a thrill out of their presence, since they seemingly were all 18-19 and in the fittest of shape he once hoped for. They creatively removed large swatches of clothing every week, from an exposed midriff or a shorn sleeve, showing their latest tattoo or keeping their strong tanline.
Today's show involved a red-headed lad who wore very, very large headphones. Jorge guess the form of the things kept the sweat away from his temples, but would suffer from horrid smells in the truck ride home. But it wasn't his problem.
The youth was too new to the job. He didn't know the rules of the retirement community. You were not allowed to take off your shirt.
He wasn't going to complain, however. At least not before coffee.
Jorge scratched himself, unthinking, and maneuvered to see better.
(Unfinished, timed out)
Memories Of Sept. 11's First Recorded Casualty Endure : NPRI stumbled across this little story just as I had a hankerin’ to type and compose.
Memories Of Sept. 11's First Recorded Casualty Endure : NPR
It has been too long of a time to edit and add to a blog. I think of it like one who forgets to call a sister who lives just a few hours away. You know they’ll always be there—you’ll get around to contacting them some day. However, well, days end up as weeks and soon, well, time marches on.
I don’t want that to happen to these blogs. I love writing. These blogs don’t deserve it.
And better, there’s an app for that.
It activated itself, I guess. Just showed up on my Explorer window after downloading Word 2010. Say what you will about Windows, but, aw, fuck, their word processing tool (yeah, I said word processor, fuckwads, it IS an old term and I’m an OLD grizzly) is the ursine’s wordsmithing delight.
And here we are.
This isn’t as scandalous as some other posts. Nor should it be. A kinda melancholy has hit the nation. Everyone seems to be in a lather-just ask any GOP and Tea Party member, you can find them sitting in the corner doing nothing—these days, yet as NineEleven approaches this weekend, the hiberNation seems to be giving out a collective sigh.
I suppose I could recollect where I was and what it means for this young country, but seriously, I’m not that skilled of an author. In fact, I was probably going to say nothing until this little nexus of commonalities (gay, NineEleven, and this Live Writer) occurred.
See, folks, I once thought about coming a minister.
What? A furry beauty like yourself, you ask? That collar would choked your double chin out and no one would have noticed!
When Desert Storm broke out and all the Boomers when ballistic, my Ma went crazy if there might be a draft. She was afraid I’d end up in the front infantry and showing with strange men.
No, she didn’t realize I was already doing one of those things.
But I am not the kind of man who carries a gun. I know I could be a chaplain. Not because I was any closer to God or anything. I was not a good Christian by any mean: I had no concept of how to oppress or twist others’ words so I could get a tax break. I did know about spirit, however, and comfort.
I would have done what this guy did. I have no doubt. I’m the man who plans on dying, trying. Bears are like that.
And I’ve neglected to mention something about this man.
He was gay. In a world where both priests and gays are targets for unresolved anguish, this is a double-whammy of good. Read the article. Watch the movie—here’s the trailer:
