A few months ago I came across a new spelling of the word Gay. It seems that Ghey has made its way into the Urban Dictionary and is meant to denote something that is “a derivation of gay meaning lame. meant to be non-offensive to individuals of a homosexual persuasion.”
With the new year comes a sense of optimism and an opportunity for change, growth, and new directions. While I was contemplating the advent of the Lunar New Year and the inherent changes that come with it, (I.E. “out with the old and in with the new”) I was reminded of my great grandfather, Pa.
Republican Presidential hopefuls, that is. Now that Jon Huntsman has bowed out of the race, the circus has lost an act. Not to worry, there is still plenty of absurdity to amuse and entertain.
…albeit somewhat belated arrived this morning; and I think we can all agree that Michelle Bachman’s decision to drop her White House bid is a fantastic gift for us all.
Now if only FrothyMix would follow her lead…
Thank You Iowa!!
Happy New Year everyone!
The advent of the new year means that we now have only 11 more months (give or take a day or so) of political rhetoric before the likes of Michelle Bachman, Rick Frothy-Mix, and the rest of the right wingers can fade away (knock on wood) into distant memories.
Make no mistake; 2012 is certainly not a guaranteed win and as frustrating as the political process can be it is crucial that each of us play our part no matter how small.
Write letters! Make phone calls! Speak your mind!
And have a great year doing it!
As a group, most of us have had those words directed at us at some point. As a gay kid growing up against a backdrop of sanctimony in a small town, I have heard them more than once. Of course, we tell ourselves that what people think doesn’t matter and that as individuals we don’t need any ones approval to live our lives.
Recently though, I’ve really begun to think long and hard about that phrase. Continue reading
At last the Holidays are behind us! The presents have been handed out and unwrapped, the eggnog has been drunk (no pun intended!), the family
tension warmth has been felt, the wrapping paper has been disposed of, and life can finally go back to normal.
Except not. Continue reading