Monthly Archives: September 2009
What the hell happened to football? It used to be the sport of the roughest and the toughest. Grrrr. Men being men. Grrrrr. Smash. Tackle. Clip. Throw. Grrrr. Now, football is, well, it’s coming out for marriage equality. No, really. There are two football players are speaking out against discrimination.
First we had Baltimore Ravens Brendon Ayanbadejo who wrote an article for the Huffington Post supporting marriage equality, saying: “I think we will look back in 10, 20, 30 years and be amazed that gays and lesbians did not have the same rights as every one else. How did this ever happen in the land of the free and the home of the brave?”
Land of the free, indeed. And Brendan is quite brave, considering his chosen profession, to come out for equality.
And now we have defensive captain of the New Orleans Saints, Scott Fujita, who says: “People could look at this issue without blinders on…the blinders imposed by their church, their parents, their friends or, in our case, their coaches and locker rooms. I wish they would realize that it’s not a religion issue. It’s not a government issue. It’s not even a gay/straight issue or a question of your manhood. It’s a human issue. And until more people see that, we’re stuck arguing with people who don’t have an argument.”
So, again I ask, what the hell happened to football? Used to be a sport of brawn over brains; used to be a sport of tackling and hitting and, well, this one sounds a bit gay, sacking. Now, it’s a sport where two successful players, still playing the game, are speaking out on a subject that was previously thought to be taboo in the world of sports.
Thanks, from me, to Brendan and Scott. I may just have to start watching the games. Tight uniform’s, bulging arms, beefy thighs. And compassion.
The last family photo.
Lisa Pond [l], with Janice Lengbehn [r]
and their children, Katie, David, and Danielle.
Do you remember the story of Janice Langbehn and Lisa Pond, the Lesbian couple from Seattle who were ready to board a cruise in Miami when Lisa was hospitalized? I first posted about it HERE back in April.
Now, there’s more to the story.
Here’s the gist: Lisa suffered an aneurysm and Jackson Memorial Hospital in Miami refused to allow Janice Langbehn access to her partner, even after Langbehn showed proof she had power of attorney over Pond in medical matters. Lisa Pond died, and Janice Langbehn was only allowed to see her as the priest was delivering last rites.
Bad enough; or so I thought. Just this week the US District Court for the Southern District of Florida rejected Lambda Legal’s lawsuit, filed on behalf of Langbehn, the Estate of Lisa Pond and their three adopted children, saying:
“Today’s ruling comes after the Public Health Trust of the Miami Dade County, the governing body of Jackson Memorial Hospital, filed a motion to dismiss the case. The court ruled that the hospital has neither an obligation to allow their patients’ visitors nor any obligation whatsoever to provide their patients’ families, healthcare surrogates, or visitors with access to patients in their trauma unit. The court has given the Langbehn-Pond family until October 16 to review the ruling and consider all legal options.”
Jackson Memorial Hospital released their own statement:
“We have always believed and known that the staff at Jackson treats everyone equally, and that their main concern is the well-being of the patients in their care. …Jackson will continue to work with the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community to ensure that everyone knows they are welcome at all of our facilities, where they will receive the highest quality of medical care.”
Nice words. Too bad they weren’t put into action as Lisa Pond was dying and her partner was trying to see her. It certainly doesn’t lend much creedance to that one line: ‘everyone knows they are welcome at all our facilities.’
So, again, as I said in that earlier post on this issue, when people ask why marriage equality is so important, remember Janice and Lisa and their children. Remember that, simply because of their sexual orientation and the fact that they could not legally marry, they were denied the same rights available to any other heterosexual couple.
We don’t have the right to marry.
We don’t have the right to hold our partner’s hand as they lay dying.
This is rich.
The Vatican has issued a statement saying that other religions are worse than Catholics when it comes to pedophile priests and at least their pedophile priests don’t like their boys really young.
The Holy See said the majority of Catholic clergy who committed such acts were not actual pedophiles, but homosexuals who are attracted to sex with adolescent males. I guess the fact that these priests are having sex with underage boys makes them pedophiles skipped the church’s notice.
The statement, delivered by Archbishop Silvano Tomasi, defended the Catholic church’s record by claiming that “available research” showed that only 1.5%-5% of Catholic clergy were involved in child sex abuse.
But he forgot to mention how many, of that 1.5%-5%, were shuttled around from parish to parish by the Catholic church so they could continue to molest young boys and the church could save face. Where are those percentages Archbishop Tomasi?
Then he claimed that, according to statistics in the Christian Scientist Monitor, most of the US churches being hit by child sex abuse allegations were Protestant and that sexual abuse within Jewish communities was common. So, the Catholics want you to know that they are not the worst child rapers on the planet; there are others.
Archbishop Asshat then went on to say that, in the case of the Catholic church, it isn’t so much pedophilia as something called ephebophilia, a homosexual attraction to adolescent males. See, they don’t want to blame their straight priests, because straight is good; they lay all the ills of the Catholic church sex abuse scandal at the feet of the LGBT community.
Fine example they’re setting.
Of course, it cannot go without notice that the Catholic church has paid out over Two Billion Dollars in molestation settlements. But, remember, there are worse cases than that.
Or so they claim.
Carlos can sleep through anything.
When we lived in Miami and we’re going through Hurricane Katrina, which tore our Chinese Orchid Tree to shreds, ripped down the fence, and took big pieces of our roof off, he slept.
I paced. I stayed in a closet, not because I’m a self-loathing homosexual, but because it seemed like the safest place to be as I listened to bits of tree and fence and roof hit the side of our house.
And to make matters worse he can fall asleep almost instantaneously. We go to bed at around the same time each night, and we’ll talk just before we doze off. If there’s a lull in the conversation longer than thirty seconds, he’s out. Way out.
So, last night, we go to sleep. I was a bit tired so I went to bed around 11:15; Carlos stayed up playing Spiders–what he calls Spider Solitaire–and came to bed around 11:45 or so.
At 11:55, it began.
I thought a buzz saw had entered the room, grinding and whirring, and cutting though the cool Smallville night air headed right for me.
I tap the pillow, wondering how long this might go on and whether or not I can fall asleep, and stay asleep. It stops.
But then the pump starts. He expels air like some kind of steam engine :::::pooof poooooof:::: and buzz saws in between. It’s like ::::poof pooooof whirrrr grind chortle poof pooooooof::::::: on a continuous loop and I decide it is never going to end.
I nudge him, gently. Charlie? You’re snoring.
No I’m not. He says.
No I’m not? WTF does that mean? Is he implying I’m losing my mind, because if this snoring keeps up, I most certainly will.
Yes, you are.
Maybe it’s you.
Me? I wake myself up with my own snoring and yet, somehow, continue to snore while awake, readying by Blame Gun to fire on a sleeping prince? Is that what he’s telling me?
No, Charlie, you’re snoring.
He turns over.
::::poof grind whirrr snizzle pop pop grind poooooof::::::::::::::
He literally does not hear me, and I don’t know it he can’t because of the noise of the Snore Factory or the fact that he’s trying to ignore me, or if he’s actually, and I cannot believe it, sleeping through it! Now, I know it’s a king-size bed, but I am not calling from a different time zone. I nudge; okay, maybe I shove. He rolls over again.
::::::::::::::poof snizzle grind whirrrrr arrrrgh pooooooof:::::
I move to the guest room. And so do the cats. Yes, his snoring keeps cats awake.
Over breakfast, I open my half-sleeping, bloodshot eyes, and tell him we’re getting an alarm clock for the guest room so, if it happens again, he can ::::poof snap crackle pop snizzle whirrrrr grind arrrrrgh poof pooooof::::: to his heart’s content.
Sarah Palin, the Quitter From Up North, has apparently, ahem, coughcough, written a book, albeit with the help of what they’re calling a collaborator. Which, I think, is Palin-speak for “she wrote while I stuck needles in my John McCain voodoo doll and cried about how mean people are to me.”
For this she quit being governor? This was her “higher purpose,” her “calling”?
And to top it off, she’s calling the, ahem coughcough, book, Going Rogue: An American Life. Going. Rogue. Didn’t ex-Governor Wink-Wink stomp her feet at the liberal media for coining that phrase when she reportedly went off on the McCain campaign? Didn’t she say she never “went rogue”?
Further proof that, unless you’re a wingnut who lets the likes of Glenn Beck and Rush Limbuagh do your thinking for you, that Sarah Palin says one thing and then does the exact opposite.
Sarah Palin. Governor Quitter. Vice President Failure. And now she writes.
i didn’t even know she could read.
Rapper Warren G:
“I ain’t against gay people. I’m just against it being promoted to kids…I know people that’s gay. My wife’s got friends that are gay. I got family that’s gay. Cousins and shit. He cool as fuck. He cool as a motherfucker. He’s my homie. I just mean that on some of these TV shows, they got dudes kissing. And kids are watching that shit. We can’t have kids growing up with that…I know it happens, but let’s keep it behind the scenes. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it if that’s what two dudes wanna do. Cool. But that’s not bring that out into the world, where the kids can see that. We don’t want all the kids doing that. ‘Cause that ain’t how we was originally put here to do. Like I said, I ain’t got no problem with the gays.”
Oh Warren, you have all kinds of problems with “the gays.” Just like all those folks, back in the day, ’bout fifty years ago or so, who had problems with black people. Those folks who made black people use different drinking fountains, sit in the balcony at the movies, and ride in the back of the bus.
Those kinds of problems lead a lot of ignorant white people into killing black people if they found out a black kid, like say, oh, Emmett Till, had looked at a white woman.
By your idiotic and ignorant statements you are saying it’s okay to bash a gay man if you see him being affectionate with his partner; or beat up a lesbian if she doesn’t give you the time of day. You’re saying it’s okay to be gay, as long as no one knows.
You’re an idiot, and a hater.