And, So It Goes

My lack of posts is not because I am no longer interested in sharing my wisdom with the world - Lord knows I have a lot share but....

I "Turned on, Tuned in & Dropped out" so to speak.

The end of the year / holiday season is often difficult for me and for as long as I can remember it always has been. Someday I may share a story or two or three or four.

Anyway, this year threw me even more off kilter than most years.

One of the topics I wanted to discuss was Joe Paterno but surprisingly I was afraid. During the initial uproar I had people say some of the most heinous things about me that I have ever read on Twitter. I now know what it feels like to be Bernie O'Hare.

• Now that JoePa has moved on I suddenly have the courage to remember and honor him
• The GOP Presidential primary has been fun so I'll sum that train wreck up soon
• The PA Redistricting plan deserves some of my wisdom and perhaps if I stop being lazy I can influence the State Supreme Court decision
• I am reading a memoir by Justice John Paul Stevens and it is really good
• I think I need to write some erotica/porn again...I have tried my hand at it on another site and I received decent responses and it was pretty fun
• I am not going to get involved in the congressional race
• I do have some funny Easter related stories
• Have I told you how much I love living here? I will
• I meant to take on the "Nattering Nabobs of Negativism" on the Lehigh Valley social media scene - I will
• I really really need a long visit to NYC
• Did the election of Barack Obama prove racism is dead in America
• I suspect I will volunteer in some way to re-elect the President - unless I can get paid to do so
• I am thinking about running a contest "Who wants to write my resume?" Maybe I can get Bravo to create a show around it
• What it's like to be adopted by people young enough to be my children
• I want to move to Hawaii but my guy wants to become a goat farmer - perhaps we can do both

And, so it goes.

Homophobia Means

I found this on-line - not sure of the author

Homophobia means:

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I am the boy kicked out of his home because I am gay.