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It’s about time Rev. Dobson got bumped from his all-knowing pedestal.  The Bible is a work of Art and Philosophy and as such remains, at all times, open to interpretation and intellectual debate.  Trouble is, the Right Wing folks think they own the Bible and their interpretations of it.  I was worried at first, to be honest, about Obama going the route of the Bible, being a left wing Hippie and Spiritualist.  But now I say, go for it, Obama.  Start a healthy debate.  The right wing does not own this topic. 

I moved to the desert a year ago and now I’m preparing to move back to the ocean breezes of San Diego.  The first draft of my new book will be complete before the moving van arrives.  (L & D Van Lines.)  I’ve cried a lot, laughed a lot, written a lot and learned a lot.  I barely have any bio-family left in my life, except for my brother and his family — oh do they bring wonderment and stability to my life, in a way they probably don’t understand.  I briefly gained and then quickly lost a connection with my sister.  And I lost my mother.  She didn’t die, she just tore up her mother card and the pieces landed at my feet.  I reconnected with JF, long lost friend from my 70s LA days, and had the honor of meeting her daughter.  I witnessed from a distance P fall in love with and be loved back by P — and shared in the birth of her first grandchild.  And, I celebrated and toasted, along with sister friend-comrade Margaret and the whole gang, the engagement of her only daughter.  Most importantly, I got to know LHT again, got to know him differently and fuller, even after all these years.  Now we are engaged. 

Onward and upward, I say, as I tap and leap down a new path on life’s curvy trail.  I got love, I got music, and I can still dance. 

7:30 p.m.  This is a test, only a test, to see if all my new comments disappeared…  8:31 p.m.  Update:  The new comments haven’t disappeared, they just won’t post to my Blog.  I think it has to do with spam software and Time Warner Cable.  I’ll figure it all out on a less stressful day — until that day arrives, I’ll continue to post and you continue to comment.  Thanks.

Congratulations to Phyllis Lyon and Del Martin, 83 and 87 respectively, for being the first gay couple to get married today in California.  They have been together for over 50 years.  I can’t imagine how they must feel right now, the two of them having witnessed the progression of their lives together along with the conjoining advancement of the lesbian and gay rights movement.  They co-founded The Daugters of Bilitis in 1955.  My late friend, the author and pioneer, Brenda Weathers, was a member.  I don’t know if she knew Lyon or Martin, but I do know that if Brenda were alive today, we would be on the phone right now talking about this historic day.  I would love to have all my men friends who have died of AIDS here with me tonight, too.  I want to see their faces and hear what they have to say about today.  What a gap they have left in the natural progression of things, the natural progression of talking about days like today.

The women who founded The Daughters of Bilitis named the organization after a book of poems published in the late 19th century.  The author, Pierre Louys, included poems about love between women.  I have not read the book, “Songs of Bilitis,” but I have just ordered it from Amazon, there are copies to be had, I’m surprised.  (The link to Amazon is on the right side of this page.) 

With all the strife, friction and hate in the world, it’s quite something, oh hell, I might as well say it, “it’s fabulous” (that’s for you, Tom Young) to celebrate the affirmation of love with the ritual of marriage, which has been with us nearly as long as humankind, in one form or another, until death do us part.   

“Goin’ to the chapel

gonna get, ma a a a rried

Goin’  to  the  chapel  of    love”

I guess I hoped, after all the posts I’ve written about Hillary Clinton and her campaign against the Democratic nominee, the future President, Barack Obama, that I was wrong about her.  I was prepared to come back here and say so.  But I cannot.  I was right.  Sen. Clinton’s speech last night was the single most disappointing event I’ve ever witnessed in American politics.  As I’ve stated here before, I’ve been to two Democratic National Conventions, have lived and breathed politics all my life, starting as a teenager.  When Clinton could not bring herself to congratulate Obama last night on his win, only his “run,” I was seething with disappointment and anger.  I’m in my early 50s, grew up in the south, and I remember “colored” and “white” drinking fountains.  What Sen. Obama achieved last night was historic and unreal.  I realize some feminists, I am one, are furious about Obama’s win, I am not.  They blame him for the sexist media coverage and it was sexist and inexcusable.  But he had nothing to do with that.  He has never taken any road but the high road with regard to Clinton.  Why is he being blamed?  Why is Clinton so different than any other candidate who has lost a primary election?  Does she expect special treatment because she is a woman?  I sure hope not.  And now her push and her surrogates’ manipulations to get her on Obama’s ticket as VP is embarrassing, for me, as a feminist.  I have written Sen. Obama and urged him not to choose Sen. Clinton as his VP.  I don’t trust her and I don’t think she will bring anything to the ticket but four years of sour grapes.  I hope I live to see a female President.  And I used to hope it would be Hillary Clinton.  But no longer.  She has cut all ties to any reason I can find to support her for anything.