Just a ramble on "gay marriage" or something like that:
I started a comment at World o' Crap and ended up ranting on and on. Haven't posted here in a while, work is finally looking hopeful. Besides, o'Crappy is my new best friend, and I'm usually exhausted after reading the blog. Anyhow, I was thinking about people saying they'd never met a gay person before and just started rambling:
A girl in my Navy boot camp troop woke us up crying one of our first nights there in Orlando, and we finally got her to tell us what was wrong. It turns out she'd never met a black person and was scared. Ours was the first female troop to graduate ('78), and our troop leaders made sure this girl was assigned to the same units the black girls were in, forcing her to interact. We all graduated very good friends.
Unfortunately, we can't send all the intolerant assholes to boot camp, because, as we know, most of them find a way to avoid service altogether. Later the next year, one of our friends in an exclusive and accelerated Officer training program wanted out of the brutally academic unit and got a friend (irony epiphany: an Iranian) to beat him up and swear that he'd tried to climb into his bunk at night. The guy was gone the next day, and he's friends with the Iranian to this day. Both married high school sweethearts. I don't know what my point is, other than the fact that two years later, I used my pregnancy to get discharged, having married another member of our clique, and became a wifey full time. Not all it's cracked up to be, guys.
The word marriage in CW connotes religion, so I say, get another word. But shouldn't the focus be on the commitment to each other and future children rather than what's gonna happen on the honeymoon? I don't care what anyone does in the privacy of their own home, probably don't wanna know most of it.
My disgust is for the people who are so concerned about what others do in their bedrooms. They seem kinda creepy in their obsessive interest. Their righteous indignation gives them the cover to slaver over each prurient detail in public. Do they realize that they're only making obvious their own depravity? Santorum's wild foray into bestiality, for example; or Clinton's cock. I'll bet to a man, every one of the moralizers on the Hill would pay (or have already paid) to ogle a pair of naked females going at it. I think the whole country was wailing at Starr by the time the blue dress was trotted out: TMI, TMI, enough already! Your pathology is showing and it's making me sick!
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