#2--Gender-ama

 

2.) I'm going to make an admission here that will have people questioning my card-carrying liberal politics.

I'm sorry, but the whole gender-identity, proper pronoun issue is just...ridiculously over-the-top.  I can't endorse it.

Don't get me wrong.  I don't care who anybody chooses to love, sleep with, have kinky sex with or raise a family with.  It is none of my damn business.  It is none of ANYBODY'S damn business besides the consenting adults involved.

So why do I have to know or care enough about your personal sexual orientation or gender identity to choose the proper pronoun by which you prefer to be referred (when I'm talking to someone else ABOUT you, since I won't use any pronoun besides "you" when I'm talking TO you, will I?)

American pop culture has become SO about sex--sex, sex and more sex.  All sex, all the time.  So I actually GET why gender identity would be carried out to the ridiculous nth degree.  I mean, if everything has to be about sex, then I must have to carefully consider and infinitesimally define my exact place in the culture.  And shout it from the rooftops.  And insist that the entire world acknowledge and approve it.  

Really?

Do we really need the approval of the entire world to be who we are?

Doesn't that assign a level of control over my ultimate happiness...over my acceptance of myself... to the world at large, that I should not want to concede?

I'm sorry.  I'm more of the opinion that we should all suck it up, be who we are, let others "accept" or not, because they're going to anyway...

...and not let what anybody else thinks or believes about my personal, private behaviors have that kind of power over me.

Why was "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" such a terrible thing?  I don't want to ask you about your sexual orientation.  I shouldn't have to.  It's none of my business.  It has absolutely no bearing on how I interact with you.   And I really don't need you to tell me, either.  I mean, you can tell me if you want.  It's not going to offend me.  But you shouldn't feel like you have to tell me, for whatever reason.  That information is private.  It's between you and whomever you choose to have a relationship with.  Guard it.  Cherish it.  Keep it sacred.

Don't allow the world to force you to exploit it.        

 

A Protracted "10 Things..."

 

I've been mostly MIA for the past many moons.  I don't know what my problem has been.  Not exactly been too busy, though we did (finally!) do the Scandinavian Festival in August.  Which kept us busy and exhausted until about September 1.

I'm going to try to catch up by concocting a "Ten Things" list.  I'll include snippets about what I've been up to all summer, plus maybe some short mentions of things that have been going around in my head the past several months.

Let's start with 

1.)  It finally got me.  COVID, that is.  Came home from our little trip up to the PDX area and promptly came down with the sore throat and the head like a medicine ball, though I never ran a high fever.  I was miserable for almost a week.  Didn't sleep worth a damn for days running...because I really can't sleep when my sinuses are so blocked that I can't breathe.  I did take one of those rapid at-home tests, and of course it came out negative.  But those things are notoriously unreliable, and no one is going to convince me that I didn't have COVID.  Despite me being 3x vaxxed and boosted, and wearing masks religiously when indoors in public, somehow the virus found me, the bastard.  Ack.  Now I have to wait some untold number of weeks before I can get the new Omicron-specific booster.  Though, at this point, I'm not sure whether it's worth it to bother. 

Let's leave this here, and see if I can come up with #2 tomorrow.