Originally posted by JohnBee Don't take this the wrong way, but I think you're sick my friend.
Get some help.
No, I *will* take it the 'wrong way' cause you're advocating very real mistreatments of *very real people* and expecting everyone to just shut up cause you say 'Procreation' and expect that to make yourself oh-so-righteous, no matter how much pain you cause to others.
Apparently you think it makes someone 'sick' to even *mention* how LGBT people and our families *are actually treated* *By the very premises you insist upon here.*
I'm not 'sick,' dude. Heartsick. Hurt, angry as a lioness, betimes, yes.
But not cause of 'Sex' ... Rather, cause of what *you* insist people should do to each other. Which really does actually happen, deny it or not.
And it's not so pretty as you think it 'should' be. Nor near so righteous as you claim it is.
Them's the breaks.
So, tell me, wise theologian, why am I the 'sick' one? I assure you, I was treated *exactly* in the way you advocate here... Are you telling me now that's not so *healthy?* Perhaps it's *not* but apparently I shan't have a thing to say about it, shall I?
I mean, hey, just on the off-chance I'm not personally-responsible for your systemic sexual damage, you can call me what you like, but I suspect it won't change much.
Will it.
I mean, hey, you're the one scared of some muddy chick in a bikini. Who knew.
(Apparently, in my role as 'resident lezzie' all I can say of some of your examples is, is, the lighting's uninteresting and while it's the actual custom in my tribe for betrothed couples to coat themselves with mud, usually swathed in wool, linens, and velvet: ie, finery: Come to think of it, bikinis are never involved there, anyway.... at least it's supposed to seem to be a surprise) it's *really* not intended to be sexual per se, so I'm still wondering what you're trying to be indignant about here, JohnBee.)
Anyway, it's *not* sick to be sad for lost friends or angry for lost daughters, Johnbee. Honestly, I may not always be a model of *composure* about it, but there'd be something wrong with me *indeed* if I didn't *feel* about what I've been through.
But some have said otherwise before. See my video clip about it.
What *is* sick, I venture to guess, Johnbee, is lacking any human compassion *about* it. It's been a bit of a rough lifetime, and I'm sure I'd have to be some kind of sociopath to not be a little crazy by now. But crazy's better than lazy, when it comes to what you're trying to sell. I'm sure I'd have made a very *fine* sociopath, Johnbee, but I've always said I'd rather hurt than lose my soul as some ask. And I assure you I've been hurt. A lot. So it is.
So I'm here asking you to recognize your *own* humanity, if not mine. Cause, yes, what you say hurts people. In reality. I've lived this. I'd kind of rather not live it again, but I'm prepared to do so.
Meanwhile, it's just you me and the chickens, right? What would you like to see now, JohnBee? As much as ou say 'procretion' *of course* I'm crazy on this point. My daughter wasn't my birth daughter, but I'd give *anything* (And I swear to the Gods I didn't have much and she just didn't care. Anything, ....only problem I guess was then as now it just wasn't enough for someone else's comfortable ideas. )
She's an adult in her own right, now. You have theories, words, demands, *I lost my child.* I was maybe too young twenty years ago, but it's not abstract. If I said there was a way to *not* be crazy about that, I'd be lying, even if some say that's the 'lot in life' of someone like me. Yes, it hurt. A lot. Still does.
And you, boyo, can say 'Procreation' till you're blue in the face, but I gather you won't ever know what it's like to be some random punk off the street and hiding from various people not mentioned and the whole world may be calling you names, but some little girl says, 'You're going to be my other Mommy' .....and it's not even a question.
I reserve the right to be crazy on this point, if any, though. You have some abstract idea and think I'm 'crazy' for *losing my daughter cause of what you say.*
I second-guess myself *all the time,* but... I loved my daughter, young punk I was,
Actually couldn't do anything about it in the face of some bigotries and realities, (Not to mention the fact that the health problems that vex me now were kinda supposed to be terminal round about that time. I supppose I did in fact die, but it didn't take.
)
And....
I'd be crazy *not* to be upset about that. Dig?
Meanwhile, if anyone wants to suggest there's some more enlightened manner I should greet straight supremacists insisting on the right to break up families cause they think their God said so, I'm all ears. Cause twenty years after *that* sob story, my sweetie and I just want a home.
Perhaps, though... I'm not the crazy one here. Just a little twitchy. I didn't get all this *wonderful* PTSD sitting on my arse, I assure you. I live with it every day, but it seems *you're* the one in all kinds of denial, Johnbee.
Do you know how people 'like me' live? What we fear? Do you have *any* idea? Any clue at all?
Last edited by Ratmagiclady; 05-19-2011 at 12:59 PM.