Monday, September 24, 2007
I brought up a great Dateline segment I watched years ago as a high school student. The segment tackled the subject of gay couples adopting or having children and how studies show that the majority of children with gay parents are heterosexual. Mentioning the segment made me remember a gay couple in Florida who are foster parents. I can't remember how many children are in there home, but I want to say it is around 6 or 7....... all of the children are HIV positive. One foster parent is a registered nurse and stays home with the children, and the other foster parent works a "traditional" job. The foster parents would love to adopt the children, but the brilliant state of Florida will not hear of such a thing as gays adopting. My coworker then says, "Well, they shouldn't be able to adopt the children. They probably just want to take life insurance out on the kids." I had to remain silent, take a deep breath because I thought I was going to call her stupid or strangle her. Another coworker looked really uncomfortable; I knew she thought I was going to attack.
This coworker then proceeds to tell me, "My aunt does it. She has more kids so she can get more money from the government." I respond, "Well, just because your aunt does that doesn't mean that EVERYONE else is doing the same. I know that people do such horrendous things; however, you can't use your aunt as marker to judge everyone else. You can't use one single person as a marker to judge the character of others."
Her last comment was something to the effect that it is her opinion that gay people shouldn't adopt. I ended by saying, "Sadly, it's because of people with your mentality that thousands and thousands of kids in this country out of loving home."
Honestly, I feel sad for my coworker, but even more than sad there is an overwhelming disappointment in her. This coworker has talked about being discriminated against because she is a black female, yet the obstacles she has overcome have apparently taught her nothing. People need to wake up; learn from your life experiences. THINK hard before you speak on topics, especially "touchy" topics.
Tomorrow, I am going to once more address the issue of my coworker using that way to describe gay peeps. If it happens again it goes to HR... no ifs, ands, or buts.
It was the year of tufted grasses. It was the year of questions. It was the year of fog
over the vineyard. The year you started falling. A damaged year. It was the year
of sails in the distance and knots here. It was the year without refuge. It was the
year of bog orchids, early runoff, unaccountable swelling. It was the year of sweet
peppers in August and patience, a year without diagnosis. It was the year of storms
on both sides of the window, of your pain. It was a year without skin. A year of
testing. It came without warning or instructions. It was the year of swallows caked
under the bridge, of difficulty swallowing. It was the year of small foxes, white
pelicans, one brown pelican far from its coast. Outside, the war deepened but we
couldn't turn our faces to it. It was a year of drought. It was a year without syntax
or punctuation. It was the year of disarray. It was the year of mountains looking
away, seeming to look away.
Monday, September 17, 2007
My first comment to Paul was, "The Fox reporters realize Father Jonathan is gay, right?" Since Fox has been great at censoring -- Sally Field was another victim--- they decided to cut Father Jonathan's three snaps in a Z formation at the end of speech.
I hope Kathy saw or sees the clip because it will make great material for some stand-up.
Beth Gylys has been writing a series of villanelles that test this arduous form
as a vehicle for writing about love, romance, and contemporary life in the
American idiom. She has written more than twenty of these poems to date, and
they are breathtakingly successful in exploring the limits of the form and
applying it to the demands of her own experience. Some of the villanelles are
funny; others are tender, sensual, and filled with high romance; many combine
wit and humor and urban speed in new and exciting ways. In "My Savior in the
Form of a Bus" and "Hard Luck" the apparatus of the villanelle is used toward a
narrative end. "Do Not Dive Head-First" rises beyond the immediate task of
parodying Dylan Thomas, while "Personal" must be the first and only villanelle
on record to combine the qualities of a classified ad with what Norman Mailer
called an "advertisement for myself." Read and enjoy
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Entrance to GRI...
Silent auction table.
Ms. Aida as Dolly!
Me + "Dolly" + Paul
Friday, September 14, 2007
1 of 3:
2 of 3:
3 of 3:
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
The poems are coming slowly. I'm working mainly between two topics-- two difficult topics for many reasons. One of the topics I have covered in poems that I've shared with the public-- rape. Then the other, which I'm not ready to share nor are the poems ready to be shared. I find that I question myself more instead of letting the process flow like I usually do when I'm on these topics. But I think what I hate the most, I find the editing process is more difficult for me when covering the topics. Doesn't help that these topics are my own "little" demons, and it is never fun having them heaving and breathing in my face.
I was supposed to be interviewed on WRFG 89.3 at 7:30pm today; however, the host made same big scheduling errors...... so it didn't happen. I'm not impressed in the least.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
The other day, MM mentioned a gross tasting protein shake. His post took me down memory lane.
Muscle Milk...... your eyes do not deceive you. When the bf first told me he purchased Muscle Milk, I was surprised. He isn't one for porn, and I was sure with a name like Muscle Milk it had to be an outdated tacky porn starring muscle daddies. Now, it calls the cabinet above our stove home.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
I recently read a CE titled, "Advances in the Treatment of Depression: Clinical Implications of Dual-Acting Antidepressants," that provided the following information on the topic that I think is worth sharing with others:
- "Major depressive disorder is the leading cause of disability in the world and is second only to ischemic heart disease in developed regions of the world."
- "Ninety percent of suicides are associated with a diagnosable and treatable mental illness and 60% are attributed to major depressive disorder."
- "In comparison with many other medical illnesses, patients with clinical depression may have substantially greater disabilities as well as decreased physical and social functioning." (I know.. sort of common knowledge, but reminders never hurt.)
I have not been diagnosed with depression in any form, but there are a number of people on both sides of my family who have been diagnosed---- and that is what often scares me. Because I am the type of person who envisions the worst case scenerio-- I fear being diagnosed by depression because I see myself being disabled by it. At times I become overwhelmed with the fact I can't seem to finish my degree, in a crappy job situation (underpaid for the quality of work I provide), can't find another job because I don't have a degree, and for the past couple of months my relationship with my partner has been on the rocks (things are much better now). When all of this stuff is able to join together and smack me, well, it smacks the shit out of me. After the smack the fear of depression comes into play, and I waste too much time dwelling on the topic.
It always seems to take me a few days to sort through the krud to realize I don't need to dwell; I need to keep working toward my goals. I have to tune out the people who remind me I am 24 and still working on my undergrad. I know I will finish my degree; I'll only appreciate it more once I earn it since it will have taken me so long. I have to remember that relationships are work too; they don't fall into place.
I have to be cheesy and admit that Dolly's single "Better Get to Livin" was released while I was dealing with my krud. The song didn't hit close to home, it landed on home. "Better Get to Livin" is inspirational and enjoyable. Go to iTunes and download it ASAP-- if you don't enjoy the song in some way shape or form, I will CONSIDER giving you a refund (which really means I won't give a refund).
The day we're born we start to die
Don't waste one minute of this life
Get to livin'
Share your dreams and share your laughter
~ Dolly Parton, "Better Get to Livin"