2004-02-27 
 

ducks

Oh to have a house with a little yard for ducks.

In other odd news: Welcome to the bizarre world of OH! Mikey.

* posted by me at 8:16 PM

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2004-02-24 
 

defense of mikey act

I'd just like to restate for the record that agreeing with a ban on same sex partnerships is acknowledging that I'm a second class citizen not worthy of those rights. If you truly feel that way about me, I'd like to know so that I can distance myself from you appropriately. (After all, there's no need for you to deal with someone beneath yourself.) Also, since I do feel that I am worthy of equal treatment, we have a deep ideological disconnect that will only hinder a respectful relationship between us. I'm happy to engage in healthy debate over the matter, but if you refuse to "come out of the closet" on this one and still support a ban on marriage for all, know that you are betraying both myself and my partner. I consider it a personal attack.

And just to be super clear: In the eyes of the law it is a SECULAR institution with rules and regulations that our "separation of church and state" country has placed upon it. Marriage is NOT in this instance a religious institution. (After all, my religion allows me to marry a partner of the same sex.) Because our laws also state pretty firmly that discrimination is wrong, that means I ought to be able to marry G should we so choose; regardless of whether your church disagrees. After all, your church wouldn't want you to marry outside the faith, but the government can't prohibit that so why should your church suddenly take precedence over mine?



I'd also like to remind folks that had this law applied to heterosexuals, I wouldn't be here. My parents would have suffered the same fate that many gay couples face when one partner is from a country other than ours and had to move to a more accepting country...or live apart.

addendum

I know I can be a little bit slow on the uptake, but it's only just occurred to me that this whole debate isn't really about marriage at all, but about certain people out there who are afraid of officially condoning homosexuality as a natural part of life on this planet. It will be the government finally recognizing the truth about homosexuality: Agreeing that it's not a disease, Understanding that we are in no way in need of a cure, and wholeheartedly Celebrating the fact that we won't wake up one day and think of this as a phase.

No wonder folks are scared. Many of them only pretend to be liberal while secretly hiding bigotry inside themselves. I've seen it myself when an acquaintance whom I've thought of as open and non-conservative suddenly decides that my blond hair and WASPY looks gives them the right to assume I hold their opinions. They'll make a remark about "those damn 'insert race/faith/nationality here' ruining it for the rest of us." and I'll quickly ruin their good opinion of myself by going into defense mode. Well, this queer's here to ruin it for them again.

Wake up America! We say liberty and justice for all, not just a privileged few. We're here, we're just like you, get used to it.

* posted by me at 11:10 PM

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2004-02-23 
 

mourning after

Spent the weekend with G's parents, nice to catch up. Seems we can't go out there and not come back with several new possesions. This time we ended up with a toaster oven, some brownie mix and a waffle iron that I'm very excited to try out next weekend.



taken from car at 50 mph
love the car, love the camera



quesadillas...yummy!



san francisco is the light at the end of this tunnel




Came home last night and ended up drinking a wee droppy too much. Must've been something in the air...everyone was hung over at work this morning and craving greasy foods to counteract the morning afters. Not a typical Monday morning for any of us there, but there's something nice about a chance to bond over mutual stupidity. That being said...oooog, early to bed tonight.

* posted by me at 11:51 PM

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2004-02-21 
 

news in brief

My entry for Tuesday was MIA for a few days. Read it directly below this one.
Dude sold more paintings! See artwork samples here.
I've had a head cold over the past few days and my nose is raw like a cocaine addicts.
Visiting G's parents soon to show them new car, which means we'll get to eat at both InNOut Burger AND Del Taco.
Road trips rock when you have a new car and enough cash for junk food.

* posted by me at 3:45 PM

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2004-02-18 
 

waiting

Great article in the current Newsweek by Anna Quindlen on gay marriage. Check it out in the magazine or read it here.

G and I spent part of yesterday afternoon cheering on the couples that came out of City Hall. It wasn't just the rain that kept my eyes moist. Part of it was the beauty of the act itself; watching couples who've been together for years finally getting the chance to make it official. Mostly it was the joy I felt that someday G and I might stand together on those steps with a certificate of our own.

I know that there's a long road ahead and that it may turn back upon itself before moving forward again, but this weekend gave me hope...

* posted by me at 12:32 AM

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2004-02-17 
 

weekend in pictures



our cabin at Costanoa



view during our first hike



huge walrus that was NOT dead as first supposed



walking through what we now know was a no trespassing zone
a beautiful no trespassing zone



g and the mini water fall



valentine's dinner



holiday weddings
congrats to A and L! (sadly not pictured - missed 'em by five minutes)



random sculpture i'd never noticed before

* posted by me at 2:45 AM

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2004-02-13 
 

v-day approaches

While shopping through the Castro today getting little gifties for G, I walked by a few folk with a semi desperate look in their eye. They were glancing around, trying to find someone to spend tomorrow with. I remember being them. I also saw some who looked at my gifty. (can't tell you what it is, G reads this) and glanced up at me with scorn. I remember being them too.

I used to HATE Valentine's day with a fiery passion. I considered it a creation of Hallmark designed to sell lots of cards, candy and cute bears...with the added benefit of torturing all us single people with the knowledge that we were still alone. Each year I'd decide to either hate it and wear all black in protest or become desperate to have a boyfriend for a day. Actually, the one year I managed to do that was the last year I felt that way. I discovered that having a boyfriend-for-a day on Valentine's day made for quite an awkward date. The next year I went out to a party and ended up having sex with this random guy...which was also not the best response to Valentine's day since it amounts to the same awkwardness; only after the fact instead of before. The following years I went back to wearing all black.

I'm telling all you single folks this in hopes that you'll forgive me. You see, I've gone over to the red side. The past four years I've slowly succumbed. G sending me flowers that first year certainly made me happy. I immediately ran out and bought him an ape in a cup. (If it makes you feel any better, I can tell you that two years later we had a silly argument about that particular ape that involved a lot of yelling and some tears. Moving will do that to you.) The second year I was away on business, but we made up for it last year with a cheesey romantic evening of fondue, flowers and fun.

This year we're doing a whole romantic weekend away. My transformation into a heart-shaped-card carrying, glass-o-champagne sipping, box-o-chocolate munching VDay lover is complete. I still think it's a manufactured holiday, but I guess this is one time where the old cliche is true. If you can't beat 'em....join 'em!

* posted by me at 8:53 PM

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2004-02-10 
 

brown eggs

I remember when brown eggs were local eggs and local eggs were fresh. I wonder if it's still true? Now all I know of eggs are Eggland's Best.

I remember when I would get a secret thrill from coming home to find Mom out on an afternoon of errands which meant I could watch back to back episodes of Bewitched and then The Brady Bunch without anyone scolding me for letting my brain melt on the couch.

I remember reading a new book every day or two.

I hanker for a hunk of cheese.

If this means anything to you, you are probably a member of GenX and most likely from the Northeast. That, and you really liked to read when you were younger.

* posted by me at 11:30 PM

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2004-02-06 
 

cold pillow

Sometimes when I can't sleep and G's awake elsewhere because of various drug interactions or his latest computer obsession, I grab hold of his pillow and breath in the slight scent he's left behind. It soothes me, but isn't a great substitute for a live body.

Sometimes I wake up to find him drenched in sweat beside me, his body heating up to heights I had never realized were possible outside of a hospital room. I pull back the covers and pull out the lighter blanket we use for these nights...covering him over and stroking his hair until the sweat passes. After crawling back under the heavier covers on my side of the bed, I reach out one hand to lightly touch the side of his body and fall asleep saying silent prayers.

Sometimes I wake up from some frenzied dream to find him lying peacefully beside me. His soft breathing and small smile letting me know that all's right in his world....and suddenly my own world is filled with an intense joy. I reach out and grab his hand causing him to wake momentarily and grab me back. Those nights I fall back asleep with the ease of a young child.

Sometimes we sleep straight through the night, having nothing more than pleasant dreams; our peace uninterrupted until the morning alarm. But those aren't the nights I look back at with fondness.

It's the nights that he grabs my hand and comforts me that I remember best. It's those nights I want to hold in my heart until my time here ends.

* posted by me at 5:30 AM

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2004-02-04 
 

spiders

Tonight I could write about the movie The Castle and tell you that you'll like it, but the truth is that you'll only like it if you're like G and myself who sometimes enjoy movies from countries that aren't the United States. Movies that have a slightly independent feel and star no one you've ever heard of...not even Parker Posey. You'll like it if you can deal with people speaking with an accent and using Australian colloquialisms that you may not have heard before. You'll like it if you have a soft spot for David vs. Goliath stories and movies that aren't all fast cuts and explosions. If you only want actors who'll become future governors and presidents, I'd give this film a miss.

So I won't write about the movie and instead will tell you that last night I dreamt of spiders. I was working in a house that was not quite unlike my parent's home back east and yet also not unlike an old English manor with secret passages and corridors that seem to wander for days. Now, in waking life, I have no great fondness for spiders and must confess to the occasional high pitched yelp when confronted with one of the little fellows. Actually, ladies is much more appropriate here given that species particular proclivities, but I digress. The point is that in the dream they didn't freak me out so much as frustrate me by showing up at all the wrong times.

The house had several rather large spiders in residence. (I'm talking large as in a small poodle vs. big tarantula. These are the spiders that can only exist in bad sci-fi movies and dreams.) It was the job of myself and the rest of the staff of the manor to hide these spiders from the family living there. At one point in the dream, I remember tossing a knit cap over one of the smaller arachnids and then sitting on it in hopes of concealing my charges presence from the lady of the manor. As she left the room, I jumped up, whipped up the cap and then proceeded to fluff the spider back to life as if it were a pillow. It was not very pleased with me, but it's hard to serve two masters. Sooner or later someone's going to be unhappy.

I need to put down that the matriarch had pale skin, straight dark hair and only wore clothes of black that were a bit too modern and sleek for the setting. I mention this because I do know what the dream meant and will be able to remember later from that detail. If you're truly curious, I can tell you individually, but I cannot post it here for all the world to see. There's actually a good reason for this, but I will readily own that I also enjoy being mysterious.

* posted by me at 1:19 AM

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