Christian Boys, Beware of Mormon Crickets


Watching the Goode Family right now, and EVERY POSSIBLE STEREOTYPE of who I am is being made fun of. Not the greatest show, but possibly the funniest thing I have seen all day.

Bliss: “That’s my virginity?!?!?”

Dad: “And that’s the Reverend…I don’t want to marry my daughter!” (throws ABSTINENCE RING)

Bliss: “I don’t want to marry my Dad! Oh God, Mom was right. “

Dad: “I know, com one. Let’s get out of here”

Bliss: “Aah!”

Dad: “What is it?”

Bliss: “Treyvon’s doing an ambush documentary, he’s going to put it on youtube!”

Dad: “Documentary, Ugh God!”

Bliss: “I don’t believe this!”

Dad: “I cannot be seen here. I work in academia! I’ll never live this down!”

Bliss: “Well try being in high school. I’m a vegan for god sakes! I’ve reached my weirdo tipping
point! None of this would have happened if Mom hadn’t been so gung-ho about me having sex.”

cut to scene outside…

Dad: “We made it!”

Bliss: “where’s Ubuntu?” (looking for their emergency ride, her WHITE African-American adopted brother)

Reverend steps out…”Oh Hello! You work at the college right? I would love to ask you a few questions on tape. Oh Treyvon! Oh this way Treyvon, bring your camera over here!”

Bliss: “Look it’s the virgin from American Idol by the water fountain!”

AND they get in the car and drive away from the crazy Christians wearing USA flag pins and fathers holding their daughters virginity.

CREEPY…

I left my heart in San Francisco…

Today is another sad day in my life.

Just because I prefer men does not make me a better person than my friends who prefer persons of the same sex. I honestly cannot believe that we are stuck with people who have such antiquated points of view and can’t see past their own noses, PINOCCHIO!!!

I cried the day I saw men and men, and women and women marrying. Last year at Gay Pride in San Francisco, I witnessed HUNDREDS of couples getting married, with family in tow and making history. That day they started a new life for themselves, and were able to share their love with their family and with the world. Tears could not be stopped from falling down my face. All the love that was felt that day was so overwhelming and I would never want to give up having experienced that.

To all of the people that voted YES on Prop 8, I ask you this: Do you have slaves on your plantation? Do you attend WHITE ONLY or BLACK ONLY schools and churches and grocery stores? Do you believe that there are people in this world that are sub-human? Is the golden rule thrown out the window just because YOU feel uncomfortable?

I am NOT religious. I love the human race. We are all beautiful creatures, and I do not believe that we should be treated any differently just because the colour of our skin may be different or we love someone who has the same private parts as we do. There are a lot of people in my life that do not share the same opinion about this as I do, and I struggle with it a lot. I love them despite their faults, I mean, their own opinions.

My friends are AMAZING people, and I do not like seeing them get hurt. They love who they love and there is nothing you can do about it. TRUST ME. If we have survived marital discrimination for the past 60 years because of the colour of someone’s skin, why can’t we allow people to marry whatever gender they choose?

How come 18,000 people who were married in California can remain married, but my friends can’t get married tomorrow? I don’t think a lot of you who voted for prop 8 realize how much pain you have caused. Not only for HOMOSEXUALS but their HETEROSEXUAL family and friends.

So I beg of you. Think about how you would feel if someone told you that you could not marry your fiancé or fiancée just because he or she was Christian. Or Republican. Or from Arkansas. (no offense to any Christians/Republicans/people from Arkansas, really) Do you see how ridiculous that sounds when you say that out loud? “I’m sorry, I can’t marry you because you’re a Christian Republican from Arkansas.” CRAZY, right???

We are all born human, we are all born equal.

Quiz This!

It has come to my attention that the questions our Pub Quizmaster is spewing out are NOT OK. Why? BECAUSE WE NOW SUCK. Yes I said it. We suck. A team once loathed and boo’d at the end of each round, we now sit with blank stares and scratch our heads like we’re Kelly Bundy. WTF Quizmaster?!?!? I mean you no harm, you are a GREAT Quizmaster. However, if you keep this up, we’re going to have a problem. This is League play and we are falling so fast we will shortly not be able to afford buying beverages due to our lack of beer bucks. So I ask you, please tone it down with the questions about who the lead singer to that OBSCURE eighties band who most likely had only one album and the only reason someone would know the answer is because they were the only person who bought it on cassette!

Well hello, Internet…

I usually post to Facebook, however I’ve decided to bare my soul to you, THE INTERNET. I have been afraid to write things that STRANGERS will read, but I think I will be OK. Blogging is all the rage now, and I have totally been inspired by the ones that have paved the way for us new and future bloggers.

At the moment, I am catching up on the life of Heather B. Armstrong, the one and only DOOCE. Introduced by my sister, I quickly fell in love because of one post, Lions and tigers and spiders . I immediately knew that Dooce would be a person I would follow, even though she lives in UTAH. A strong and funny chick, I am inspired by her strength and honesty, and her ability to speak freely about her struggles with depression, and dealing with crazy family members, ALL WORTH MENTIONING ON THE THAT THAR INTERNET THANG. 🙂

So, Internet, please be nice to me. I like you. A lot.