Saturday, July 10, 2010
Dear Governor Lingle
I have held my tongue for far too many years. I have watched on the sidelines disappointed in the loss of our marriage rights here in California in a false campaign led by virtucrats who scared people into voting to take the rights of a minority for the first time in the history of this great nation. I was mad, but quite frankly I didn't have anyone I wanted to marry and so with the crush of life I let it go.
Well now, now it matters. I know, I know, it should always have mattered, but now there's the Irish Bear, and I'm tired of having to explain to my family and heterosexual friends how difficult it is to be together because we are two men who love each other. So here we go.
If we were a heterosexual couple, we could obtain an engagement visa for Jonathan to come to this country after only having visited each other twice in TWO years; we've seen each other three times in six months and after next week it will be four times. If we were heterosexual, we could get married in any ofnthe 50 states or the UK or Ireland and Jonathan would be automatically on the road to US citizenship, AUTOMATICALLY.
And that's just small potatoes in the face of the MANY other rights we do not enjoy as a committed homosexual couple.
Governor Lingle this week vetoed CIVIL UNIONS, in Hawai'i, the generic substitute we, as homosexuals are supposed to accept so we don't contaminate the hallowed MARRIAGE word. FUCK CIVIL UNIONS! It's time we got full CIVIL RIGHTS, including the right to marry and the right to immigrate. It has yet to ruin the UK, Sweeden, the Netherlands, Spain and Canada to name a few. Why do I have to emigrate from the country I love to enjoy the love I share with the Irish Bear?
It's time to be angry and not stop till we've won the war.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
And Then There Was One
So while my best friend and housemate Kenneth wrote a beautiful piece about Peety, I thought I might give it a shot as well because it helps me too to work through these things on paper, even virtual paper.
So Monday for me, started off like other sick days. I dealt with the office and made sure as best as I could that things would function “normally”. As is often the case when I am home I fed breakfast to the goofy goober Peety and our curmudgeon Chipdog, and the day began.
Peety bounced into my life two and a half years ago, one summer afternoon at the
Peety didn’t walk or run through life he bounced. In the evening when I came home, I often found him and Chipdog in the garage, and Peety would always be hopping. I began to say “who’s hoppy to see me?” What joy that hopping gave.
There were beach trips, too few. Lots of licking. Secret snuggles on my bed. And hours of loving.
This afternoon was my first afternoon coming home, to no Hoppy Dog. There had been so many tears last night that I really didn’t think there were more, and yet, turning the key in the door and opening it to an empty entry hall with no Hoppy Dog, triggered yet another flood.
I know in my heart Peety will always live, and I have been down this road before with Aroshka, but it all happened so quickly. If he had been visibly sick maybe it would have been easier… but there he went his bouncy self, off to another adventure, never to return to
Thursday, October 22, 2009
What Am I Doing?
I find myself skipping merrily down the path of having met a new guy online, and it’s new because not many guys have ever come after me, it’s just a fact of life. I am usually the one who has to show interest, or I miss it when someone is interested in me. So when it happens, it is almost euphoric in nature. I get, I don’t know how to describe it other than, high. And I have to admit I like the feeling.
BUT… the warning signals are there. He lied about his age, a little thing. His initial response to my post said he was 40, he’s 47. I’ll over look that.
He lives in