My Belovedary and I had a wonderful Goofy Hats Thanksgiving. Hope that yours was similarly grand, whether it involved Goofy Hats or not. And if it was merely another Thursday where you live, let it simply be noted that Goofy Hats can brighten pretty much any day you like.
Love,
Hanne
I confess that I was somewhat surprised to see, as I opened my morning e-mail of the day’s headlines from the Washington Post, that “3 Christian Groups Move To Condemn Gay Sex” was, for some reason, considered to be news. [Link]
Naturally, because I am apparently a well-trained little monkey who cannot physically prevent myself from clicking on any link in which the words “gay sex” appear, I decided to go look at the article. Whereupon I discovered that, in a stunning volte-face, the Catholic Church has decided to (yawn) reaffirm its institutional condemnation of same-sex nookie, yet apparently feels that this is not in any way contradictory to the spirit of inclusivity. “The truth is always welcoming,” quoth Bishop Arthur J. Serratelli of New Jersey.
Well, when the truth is that homosexual liaisons — particularly between men — have been an unspoken staple of Church life in and out of the monastery for oh, at least a millennium and a half now, I guess I can see how it might be welcoming in a sorta secret handshake kind of way. (From what I understand from the few folks I know who’ve spent long periods within the resolutely homosocial Catholic clerical establishment, that’s not necessarily too far off.)
And not in any way to equate homosexuality and pederasty, but, er, doesn’t it strike anyone else as being just a wee tiny bit disingenuous for the Church to come out waggling its big cartoon finger (hi, Anne!) at The Gay when it continues to protect its own altar-boy-buggerers? Are we to assume that what they really mean is that consensual homosexual sex between adults is capital-W Wrong, but sex between an ordained member of the Catholic clergy and a child below the legal age of consent is A-OK?
(There’s a transubstantiation joke in there somewhere, but damned if I’ve had enough caffeine yet to be able to make it.)
Oh, also, it seems that Baptists from North Carolina are down on sodomy, and the Presbyterians in Pittsburgh are about to go after one of their ministers for marrying a lesbian couple. You know how the Presbyterians get. (Scottish. Which explains a great deal. As a friend recently explained, in Scotland you can’t go encouraging fornication. Because that might lead to dancing.)
Methinks the clergy doth protest too much, really. Not necessarily that they’re all secretly queer, though some of them probably are. But these sorts of “we’re still against The Gay, you know” statements surely do smack of the rantings of a discomfited old codger shaking his fist at those dang young people, out there hooting and hollering and wearing tight trousers and doing God knows what all… that no one else is finding in the slightest bit remarkable any more.
Did you know that next year, the laws will change to make it necessary to have a passport to go between the USA and various nearby countries (Canada, for one), for travel that formerly did not require a passport? NYT reports that “The State Department proposed creating a wallet-size passport that Americans could use to travel to Bermuda, Canada, Mexico and the Caribbean. The card, which would include radio frequency coding to link it to a database of biographical data and a photograph, would be used when a new rule goes into effect next year requiring a passport for travel to those countries.”
Righty-o, then. RFID for personal ID, incidentally, has been noted to be a source of significant problems including massive potential for privacy breaches. Security expert Bruce Schneier seems fairly satisfied with the encryption/protections the USDept of State is planning to implement in its RFID for passports (or what they have indicated they will be planning, at any rate), but if you’re not as sanguine as Bruce is maybe you wanna get the fullsize passport now.
Not, of course, that this’ll keep them from RFID’ing your passport when you have to get it renewed down the line, but perhaps it will keep you from being a guinea pig for the first-gen version. Again, if you care. Which you might or might not.
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Shrub’s megalomania took a giant step forward yesterday when in the first wholesale revision to NASA/space policy in ten years, he decided that all your space is belong to us.
(Yes, I know it’s “base,” not “space,” but that doesn’t work here, see?)
Quoth the WaPo, “President Bush has signed a new National Space Policy that rejects future arms-control agreements that might limit U.S. flexibility in space and asserts a right to deny access to space to anyone ‘hostile to U.S. interests.’ ” (Link) Well done to you, George, and while I don’t think you have to worry about Al Quaeda sending up a manned explorer any time soon, I wish you good luck keeping, say, China from launching spacecraft if they damn well want to.
Whadda maroon. Someone needs to sit him down and make him watch all of TOS Star Trek. Possibly Clockwork Orange-style. ‘Cause clearly a childhood of Tom Swift and His Gigantic Space Ray of Obliterational Righteousness ‘n’ Doom has gotten far too deep into what passes for his brain. (Or has he been reading those drecky books about life apres-Armageddon that I always see heaped on the remainder table at CostCo? I can’t tell any more. Clearly he is suffering some 2-D/3-D conflict of some sort, since he’s not dealing in the World As We Know It, but what the source of his 2-D delusions is I know not.) Surely Gene Roddenberry would not object to his work being used for conscientious reprogramming purposes.
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And as your reward for reading the depressing news links, go play with this: Altar-Ations, a lovely little bit of interactive media educational art that manages to be funny, insightful, and scathing all at the same time. Brava Juliet for pulling this together.
Just thought you all should know.
Not that you didn’t.
However, it’s National Coming Out Day.
Not that I ever really have to do that any more. One of the sometimes-virtues of being a public speaker, activist, and writer on sexuality issues, including queer sexuality and genderqueer issues, is that very few people assume you’re anything but a big old fagola anyhow.
The reason I say it is a “sometimes-virtue” is that having people in general know that you’re queer doesn’t seem to stop them from feeling the need to decide that they know exactly what kind of queer you are. Sometimes they even go to the length of explaining to you what kind of queer you are.
This is funny when it isn’t infuriating. But really it’s just as annoying to have someone assume they know more about my sexuality than they really do when it’s someone assuming that I must be a lesbian/dyke/transsexual/bisexual/pansexual/acroynymphomaniac/labelsexual as it is when someone assumes that I must be straight.
Me, I assume nearly everyone is at least sometimes into someone or other, in consensual grownup kinds of ways, and the only reasons I have any need to know what flavor of someone or other that might be are
a) if the person they’re into happens to be me
or
b) if someone identifies his/hir/her sexuality to me in a particular way, because I assume that if you go to the trouble to explain it to me, it’s important to you that I know.
Aside from that? I don’t assume. Although I am sometimes guilty of hoping someone else’s sexuality runs in a direction that compliments my own. Or at the very least that they’ll be open to flirting.
Because sex is grand and all, but flirting? Flirting is what makes the world go ’round. Keeps the skin dewy and youthful, too. I’m for it.
So I suppose what I’m really coming out as is an unregenerate flirt.
Surprised? I didn’t think so.
The Scene: My wee Baltimore row house kitchen, Thursday morning, when both I and my Belovedary are working from home.
Me: Know what I love about miso soup?
Belovedary: What?
Me: I love how as it cooks you can see all the convection currents in the pot because of how the miso flecks move around in the liquid.
Belovedary: Yeah, I like that too. Convection cells. In food!
Me: And when you turn off the pot it keeps doing it.
Belovedary: Mmm, Brownian motion. Yum!
Me: A pot full of math and physics. My food is smarter than I am.
It ain’t books ‘n’ sex ‘n’ politics around here all the time, y’all. It is frequently just plain geeky.