Me me me me me me me me, me me me me me me me me me me!

I probably looked pretty stupid singing the melody line a la Beaker.

The only person that I met who admitted having experimented with animals in that way was an ardent Christian who was anti-gay. He grew up on a dairy farm, and it was basically early adolescent sexual curiosity – hence my private nickname for him was Mr. Heifer-Boffer.

I could similarly claim that since Christians partaking of communion are effectively symbolically committing cannibalism, and if we permit that, then it OBVIOUSLY leads to widespread cannibalism of living human beings. Well, all except for the part that is a completely ridiculous and insulting way to characterize that spiritual practice, and no one seems to be making any kind of push for legalized cannibalism.

As I have mentioned before, my grandmother married her second husband when she was 88 and he was 82. Surprise! No kids from that marriage. My mom married my stepfather when she was no longer able to have kids. My sister and brother-in-law don’t have any kids. When someone says that marriage is pointless if there is no possibility of offspring, they are insulting THREE successive generations of my family, and YES, that is rude and insulting. Apparently, the state should only allow you to engage in sex if you are producing workers or whatever the hell that works out to.

Do we deny a marriage license to single women who have had a hysterectomy? And if, offspring have been dutifully produced and have gone on to be independent adults, why should we allow couples to continue to have sex or remain married? If the purpose of marriage was reproduction, and that has reached its end state, then why allow the marriage to continue past its useful period? (Sounds insulting and degrading? Welcome to our world!)

Suddenly, Drag Queen Bingo doesn’t look so odd…

For the record, I did drag once for a play, and I was NOT particularly attractive as a woman. (I am not necessarily attractive as a man, but please leave me some illusions to maintain a fragile ego and some shred of confidence.)

And isn’t that description rather too many words, some of which seem like they would have to be mutually exclusive? “Casual”, “Cocktail Party” and “Evening” seem like they should not all apply to the same frock.

After that, I checked the mail, which was a few holiday cards. 2 of them had glitter on them, which my friends Season and Jeremy referred to as the herpes of the craft world. (I opened it whilst sitting at the PC, and now my keyboard looks slightly enchanted.)However, wonderful that folks are so nice and caring! (And feeling slightly guilty since I forgot to get on doing holiday cards this year.)

One of the cards was from a gay dating site. (I am not on there, but this might be about some advertising/working with them, according to the inscription on the card.) Ho, ho, ‘HO! indeed! <giggle>

Cheers for our police officers who work to keep us all safe, to journalists who report the news in a non-sensational way and to everyone who rises above tragedy to move forward.

The Pride Planning meeting went well. I then got groceries and was driving home over W 12th St, about to turn onto Greengarden. The car right in front of me and an approaching car smacked into each other, doing major damage to both. It was fairly alarming. I looked to see if there was anyone injured, and both drivers got out. I asked if they needed me to call 911. “911 has me on hold!”, said the oncoming driver. It looked like things were under control, and so I wanted to get home and out of the way. I figure that dealing with gawkers has to be pretty much a problem for first responders. (I feel guilty, but a thought was that I was glad that my car wasn’t affected by the accident, since I had just got it back!)

The organizers are making a wonderful effort to include as many different parts of the Erie community as possible, and it looks like it is going to be a terrific event. Season and I got a little silly privately, as is our wont. At one point, the organizers referred to getting some of the giant helium balloons seen in other parades. My mind went from Rocky and Bullwinkle to giant balloons in the form of the Village People. The organizers were referring to ethnic diversity and I whispered to Season (“Drag Queens of Every Nation? Se Habla Queer?”) Yes, we were bad and giggled to ourselves.

Seriously though, we are not interested in being edgy at all. 17 1/2 years ago was the Erie Bicentennial float, and there were some right wing types who were freaking out that the LGBT float was going to be some over the top outrageous thing. it was just a truck with a rainbow arc of helium balloons. The float was vandalized a day and half before the parade and folks joined it to rebuild it, which was very moving and a testament to triumphing over nastiness and ill will. Read the article here.

That’s one of the reasons that I really want to do this. Since that float, we have been in 7 years worth of the Millcreek Parades, 2 years of the Edinboro Parade and held our on Pride Parades. We have always been quite tame, and it means a lot that the LGBT community can be part of the greater community and folks understand that  we are just like everyone else. The folks who apparently have videos of Folsom Street Fair running in their head should be aware that the local community is nothing like that.

Oddly enough, I was talking about my dad tonight with someone, although I was sharing some of the more eccentric memories. When I was 12-13, I had to pay him back $100 out of my paper route money for throwing out his stash of pot. (Apparently, it was Maui Wowie.) Oh, and that is one of the milder stories.