Mea Culpa

I apologize.

I didn’t even have to receive a thump upside my noggin by Karen. In my post this past Sunday on musicals, I referenced a “gay gene” contributing for my love of the theater. You would think in this day and age (that is an OLD person’s saying) that a learned individual (guilty as charged) which I consider myself to be, would have the sensitivity to speak with a little more effect. I did not mean to offend anyone.

Seriously.

This from someone who is not very serious very often. I find laughter and emotion so much more fun and therapeutic. Although I am not homophobic, I carry the luggage of my Dad’s generation and the generations before him. Now, through the passage of time (and education), the prejudices have been diluted and equality is all I ever knew in my sheltered childhood. I knew no colors; my Mom had gay friends, I’m sure, and I am also sure it was not very easy for a divorced mother of three on her own in East L.A. in the late 50’s.

There’s A LOT worse things you can call me than gay:

Abhorrent, abominable, aggravating, angry, annoying, apathetic, arrogant, assumptive, atrocious, avaricious, autocratic, and awful are just a few. That just covers the A’s you myopic fool. Oh, and don’t forget you can insert another term, more of a descriptor of YOU. Place it between arrogant and assumptive.

The term?

Asshole.

And if you REALLY want to piss me off, call me a Republican.

I honestly don’t get the whole LGBTQ thing, but it’s not up to me to “get it.” I do “get” the idea of each to their own, love, equality for all, inclusivity, peace on earth, goodwill toward men, and I must say, it is refreshing to see the changes being made to address equality (as expressed in our own Constitution of the United States). Here’s a thought:

No one has the right to say who can get married except God.

Last I checked, God was open for business and the only qualifications needed are a fierce never-ending love for each other. God is colorblind. God doesn’t care if you are red, blue, pink, or baby blue. Promise to love your partner and honor that commitment to your partner and God and the rest is all gravy.

Sounds easy enough, right?

Come on people, you know how hard it is to put up with someone for the time it takes to get your coffee just right. So my humble unasked-for-but-tough-shit-I’m-gonna-give-it-to-you-anyway opinion is that if ANY two people of ANY persuasion are lucky enough to find someone whom they can’t stand to be away from for more than 2 minutes, then God Bless you brothers and sisters.

Maybe somewhere in the galaxy there is a sister planet that has evolved at roughly the same rate as we have and they are going through their own Rainbow Revolution.

Don’t fight it.

Resistance is futile.

Besides, what is the platform you are arguing from? Hatred, exclusion, othering, and the RIGHT to present yourself as a distrustful, ignorant dumbass?

Have at it.

Stay well.