Ban Abortion
Ban Gay Marriage
End Medicare/Medicaid

The dark ages are born again in Tampa, Florida at the Republican National Convention.

Here is just one example of the arrogance and vitriol America can expect if Romney/Ryan win, so get used to it:

“We’re not going to let our campaign be dictated by fact-checkers,” Romney pollster Neil Newhouse said at a panel organized by ABC News.

They should have signed on with Maybelline then they could have worn their product placements on their faces - big ruby lips, black manscara, blushed cheeks with pencil thin eyebrows.  

(If I see you boyz hocking Maybelline I’m coming after my royalties!) 

While episodes of hate, most recently expressed by Mr. Cathy, the son of Chick-fil-A’s founder, may seem humorous and benign to some, it is the accumulation of these episodes, almost on a daily basis, that encourage letters like the following to be written by a father to his gay son. Every single time one of these episodes occur and the media grasp onto it, a little bit of me dies. I cannot laugh these episodes off or ignore them. They break my heart is why and I have not yet figured out how to stop my heart from breaking.

“James: This is a difficult but necessary letter to write. I hope your telephone call was not to receive my blessing for the degrading of your lifestyle. I have fond memories of our times together, but that is all in the past. Don’t expect any further conversations With me. No communications at all. I will not come to visit, nor do I want you in my house. You’ve made your choice though Wrong it may be. God did not intend for this unnatural lifestyle. If you choose not to attend my funeral, my friends and family will understand. Have a good birthday and good life. No present exchanges will be accepted. Goodbye, Dad.”

I don’t think most straight folks, even our strongest allies, understand how this constant chirping and chipping away affects us gay folks. I’m not blaming them, I’m simply saying that waking up most days to a new and hateful diatribe by some right wing or so-called Christian representative who gets media coverage crushes a little piece of my heart every time. And I’m in my middle-fifties.

AND I AM FUCKING TIRED OF IT. . .

I met Mr. Vidal twice. He was very intimidating. And I’m not easily intimidated.