naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Alpha Female)
The Sodomite Hal Duncan has a wonderful letter to share with you all this fine Friday afternoon.

My own letter is below.

To Mr. Wright,

Two things, before I begin.

First, if people have attacked you for your religious views, I don't approve of that. I am an atheist, not an anti-theist. As easy as it is to take pot shots, I cannot insult you for your beliefs without also insulting people I love.

Second, I had not heard about the incident with your wife until after discovering your entry. Going into what I think of that issue would not be appropriate here; I merely wished to point out that I'm not part of the mob that descended on her, lest you believe that everyone who took you to task is simply nursing a grudge from that whole affair. That's all I have to say on the matter.

Moving on, I was not the only person to link to that entry, but I concede I was one of the first, and my readership, for reasons I have never quite understood, is wide. I never would have called out your appalling remarks had you not been a published author whose books I have purchased in hardcover, and as gifts for others. You aren't a random dipshit on the internet yodeling into the vacuum of his own ass. You are a published writer in a field I love, and thus you are a person of whom I had stupidly assumed better. As someone who does not apply her money or loyalty to those who believe that I or my loved ones are perverted or defective, I felt betrayed.

If gay and gay-friendly folks choose to support you despite your views, that is their choice, but I believe they deserve to make an informed choice. That's why I pointed them your way. The fact that I pointed 1,500 people your way while saying "fuck" a lot is just how I do things. Because if we don't laugh and make fun of people who use ridiculous arguments to deny the validity of our relationships and the humanity of our brilliant, brief lives, well, that would just be too depressing.

It is unfortunate that the people who came to comment on your journal were angry, and not up to your desired level of discourse. I asked them not to troll, and apparently I misjudged their restraint. That was an error on my part. I didn't rile them, though. You did that on your own. Your words were offensive. Your words were hurtful. When a person says offensive, hurtful things, those who hear will lash out. When compared to pedophiles and necrophiliacs, they will come in mobs and be downright cruel. This is not the most wonderful facet of human nature, but nor is it proof that you were right all along or that everyone who disagrees with you is an illogical maniac with no internal censor. When those people bitchslapped you for being offensive, that was proof that what you said was offensive. Your own words condemned you, and as many of us have taken screenshots of the original entry, they will continue to do so.

The fact that you were mobbed -- "trolled" does not apply to most of the comments, most of which were expressing genuine disgust and displeasure, and were not being made, as they say, for the lulz -- does not free you from the offense you gave. When you say something offensive and are called on it, even if the people you have offended are rude to you, you take responsibility for the harm you caused, you apologize, and then you listen to how you can do better. You turn the other cheek, not so you can show people how smooth and righteous it is, but to show that you are willing to listen, to put the hurt done to you behind you. You swallow your pride and you listen. Which, you know, I would have done, save that there was nothing to learn from your words. It was just more of the same fearmongering fags-as-monsters bullshit.

I'm not under the illusion you were just misunderstood, or your words taken out of context. You clearly hate and fear homosexuality, even if you probably wouldn't say you hate homosexual individuals (we'll leave the stupidity of that alone for now, and the matter of your own hypocrisy re: perversions). Love the sinner, hate the sin, blah blah blah. But you have been complaining about how rude and nasty and profane people have been. You've been using others' entirely justifiable anger to dismiss what they are saying, because you don't like how they say it. The tone argument. They aren't being respectful enough of you while you insult them. Your journal, you don't have to put up with people swearing at you or mobbing you, but it makes you look like an asshole to venomously insult a group of people that includes many of your fans and their loved ones, and then get all butthurt when they let you have both barrels in return. If nothing else, this should serve as a lesson to just how many of us there are, and that we are listening.

After comparing homosexuality to a litany of completely repellent nonconsensual crimes, you have no real grounds on which to complain about what anyone said to you. True, they said it in a great, rage-filled mass, but I will point out that each of those individuals felt personally wounded, personally hurt enough to comment and tell you exactly what they thought of your reprehensible screed. For them, your characterization of homosexuality as akin to bestiality, necrophilia, pedophilia, was not some abstract thing. You were talking about them, about people they know. Many -- self included -- actually held back or didn't comment at all. You're entitled to your opinion, hate-filled and foolish as it may be. Many might have engaged you in debate except for the fact that it was -- and is -- clear that your mind is tightly made up, the justifications you use for not listening so perfectly constructed as to allow no argument to penetrate.

Would you argue if you saw a published author whose works you own making ridiculous and stupid statements about Catholics? Called you lot baby-eaters, claimed that you engaged in incestuous orgies in secret temples, had congress with animals, and offered up the corpses of virgins for the carnal delights of your depraved priesthood? Would you engage such blatant stupidity in rational debate?

Adults do not answer the petty name-calling of a schoolyard bully with elaborate explanations of why we are not stinky dirty poopy-heads. That would be dignifying it with a response, which it does not deserve. You aren't a child, though. You are in a prominent position, and gay people and their friends pay to read your work, so we can't just ignore what you think of us or let it pass.

Protesting that you didn't mean your offensive words to reach so wide an audience is such foolishness I can't respond beyond pointing out your age. Few people actually mean to make enormous fools of themselves. They figure nobody's paying attention. But you are a published author on the internet, accessible to all of fandom. Your words can never be assumed to reach a small audience, and you aren't talking about abstracts solely to people who agree with you. You are insulting real people who are or who love someone who is gay. To those people, being anti-gay makes you look stupid no matter your reasoning. Defending or advancing that stance with blatant nonsense only means they will be more inclined to tell you to drop dead while throat-fucking a rabid weasel than actually try to educate you (which is not our duty, I might add, but yours) or debate with you.

If you want to argue the point, shore up your logic and start dealing with facts, stop regurgitating the same garbage. It's the internet. It's all computers. The rule of 5150, shit in, shit out, applies here. If you spout ignorant, hateful bullshit, you will get hateful bullshit in return.

I am posting this with comments disabled. This is not cowardice. I have no real desire to invite you to converse here, where such views as yours are not welcome, but I also have no real desire to allow the carnival of wank to continue in comments on my journal. That would simply make more work for me without putting people's scorn in front of you. If people want to register their displeasure with you, they can go to your journal to do it. If they wish to register their displeasure with me, there are many other entries where they can do so. I thought I would let this stand alone, a letter to you, in case you cared to read it.

I'm not holding my breath, but I hope that you will find some people to debate with you and perhaps help educate you. I hope that you will change your views. I personally suspect the damage has been done, and I know I won't ever have anything to do with you or your work again. I regret I ever did.

I am a generous woman, or try to be. I would wish you well, but I find the most I can wish you is wisdom, and a clearer vision. Those are not, as anyone who lives in interesting times will tell you, always pleasant things.

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naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Alpha Female)
The Sodomite Hal Duncan has a wonderful letter to share with you all this fine Friday afternoon.

My own letter is below.

To Mr. Wright,

Two things, before I begin.

First, if people have attacked you for your religious views, I don't approve of that. I am an atheist, not an anti-theist. As easy as it is to take pot shots, I cannot insult you for your beliefs without also insulting people I love.

Second, I had not heard about the incident with your wife until after discovering your entry. Going into what I think of that issue would not be appropriate here; I merely wished to point out that I'm not part of the mob that descended on her, lest you believe that everyone who took you to task is simply nursing a grudge from that whole affair. That's all I have to say on the matter.

Moving on, I was not the only person to link to that entry, but I concede I was one of the first, and my readership, for reasons I have never quite understood, is wide. I never would have called out your appalling remarks had you not been a published author whose books I have purchased in hardcover, and as gifts for others. You aren't a random dipshit on the internet yodeling into the vacuum of his own ass. You are a published writer in a field I love, and thus you are a person of whom I had stupidly assumed better. As someone who does not apply her money or loyalty to those who believe that I or my loved ones are perverted or defective, I felt betrayed.

If gay and gay-friendly folks choose to support you despite your views, that is their choice, but I believe they deserve to make an informed choice. That's why I pointed them your way. The fact that I pointed 1,500 people your way while saying "fuck" a lot is just how I do things. Because if we don't laugh and make fun of people who use ridiculous arguments to deny the validity of our relationships and the humanity of our brilliant, brief lives, well, that would just be too depressing.

It is unfortunate that the people who came to comment on your journal were angry, and not up to your desired level of discourse. I asked them not to troll, and apparently I misjudged their restraint. That was an error on my part. I didn't rile them, though. You did that on your own. Your words were offensive. Your words were hurtful. When a person says offensive, hurtful things, those who hear will lash out. When compared to pedophiles and necrophiliacs, they will come in mobs and be downright cruel. This is not the most wonderful facet of human nature, but nor is it proof that you were right all along or that everyone who disagrees with you is an illogical maniac with no internal censor. When those people bitchslapped you for being offensive, that was proof that what you said was offensive. Your own words condemned you, and as many of us have taken screenshots of the original entry, they will continue to do so.

The fact that you were mobbed -- "trolled" does not apply to most of the comments, most of which were expressing genuine disgust and displeasure, and were not being made, as they say, for the lulz -- does not free you from the offense you gave. When you say something offensive and are called on it, even if the people you have offended are rude to you, you take responsibility for the harm you caused, you apologize, and then you listen to how you can do better. You turn the other cheek, not so you can show people how smooth and righteous it is, but to show that you are willing to listen, to put the hurt done to you behind you. You swallow your pride and you listen. Which, you know, I would have done, save that there was nothing to learn from your words. It was just more of the same fearmongering fags-as-monsters bullshit.

I'm not under the illusion you were just misunderstood, or your words taken out of context. You clearly hate and fear homosexuality, even if you probably wouldn't say you hate homosexual individuals (we'll leave the stupidity of that alone for now, and the matter of your own hypocrisy re: perversions). Love the sinner, hate the sin, blah blah blah. But you have been complaining about how rude and nasty and profane people have been. You've been using others' entirely justifiable anger to dismiss what they are saying, because you don't like how they say it. The tone argument. They aren't being respectful enough of you while you insult them. Your journal, you don't have to put up with people swearing at you or mobbing you, but it makes you look like an asshole to venomously insult a group of people that includes many of your fans and their loved ones, and then get all butthurt when they let you have both barrels in return. If nothing else, this should serve as a lesson to just how many of us there are, and that we are listening.

After comparing homosexuality to a litany of completely repellent nonconsensual crimes, you have no real grounds on which to complain about what anyone said to you. True, they said it in a great, rage-filled mass, but I will point out that each of those individuals felt personally wounded, personally hurt enough to comment and tell you exactly what they thought of your reprehensible screed. For them, your characterization of homosexuality as akin to bestiality, necrophilia, pedophilia, was not some abstract thing. You were talking about them, about people they know. Many -- self included -- actually held back or didn't comment at all. You're entitled to your opinion, hate-filled and foolish as it may be. Many might have engaged you in debate except for the fact that it was -- and is -- clear that your mind is tightly made up, the justifications you use for not listening so perfectly constructed as to allow no argument to penetrate.

Would you argue if you saw a published author whose works you own making ridiculous and stupid statements about Catholics? Called you lot baby-eaters, claimed that you engaged in incestuous orgies in secret temples, had congress with animals, and offered up the corpses of virgins for the carnal delights of your depraved priesthood? Would you engage such blatant stupidity in rational debate?

Adults do not answer the petty name-calling of a schoolyard bully with elaborate explanations of why we are not stinky dirty poopy-heads. That would be dignifying it with a response, which it does not deserve. You aren't a child, though. You are in a prominent position, and gay people and their friends pay to read your work, so we can't just ignore what you think of us or let it pass.

Protesting that you didn't mean your offensive words to reach so wide an audience is such foolishness I can't respond beyond pointing out your age. Few people actually mean to make enormous fools of themselves. They figure nobody's paying attention. But you are a published author on the internet, accessible to all of fandom. Your words can never be assumed to reach a small audience, and you aren't talking about abstracts solely to people who agree with you. You are insulting real people who are or who love someone who is gay. To those people, being anti-gay makes you look stupid no matter your reasoning. Defending or advancing that stance with blatant nonsense only means they will be more inclined to tell you to drop dead while throat-fucking a rabid weasel than actually try to educate you (which is not our duty, I might add, but yours) or debate with you.

If you want to argue the point, shore up your logic and start dealing with facts, stop regurgitating the same garbage. It's the internet. It's all computers. The rule of 5150, shit in, shit out, applies here. If you spout ignorant, hateful bullshit, you will get hateful bullshit in return.

I am posting this with comments disabled. This is not cowardice. I have no real desire to invite you to converse here, where such views as yours are not welcome, but I also have no real desire to allow the carnival of wank to continue in comments on my journal. That would simply make more work for me without putting people's scorn in front of you. If people want to register their displeasure with you, they can go to your journal to do it. If they wish to register their displeasure with me, there are many other entries where they can do so. I thought I would let this stand alone, a letter to you, in case you cared to read it.

I'm not holding my breath, but I hope that you will find some people to debate with you and perhaps help educate you. I hope that you will change your views. I personally suspect the damage has been done, and I know I won't ever have anything to do with you or your work again. I regret I ever did.

I am a generous woman, or try to be. I would wish you well, but I find the most I can wish you is wisdom, and a clearer vision. Those are not, as anyone who lives in interesting times will tell you, always pleasant things.

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naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Apocalypse!)
He's edited his entry and turned off comments. The edit is probably one of the funnier yet simultaneously sad things I've seen on the internet thus far. You should definitely go read it. I lol-ed. For so many reasons, I lol-ed. ETA: He's deleted the original entry.

He's apparently bent out of shape that we weren't arguing the way he would prefer, or kissing up. We're just a bunch of vulgar morons who would rather swear and make love with our faces than engage in some jolly good intellectual debate, by thunder. For shame, all of you, for upsetting this fine man. For shame.

I was willing to let it go, but he threw out a phrase so delightful that I just cannot resist. You see, apparently we are just a bunch of idolaters, bowing down to, and I quote:

The child-eating Moloch of political correctness!





Please, by all means supply your own child-eating Moloch pics in comments. If you can improve on my two-minute Photoshop mashup, feel free.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Apocalypse!)
He's edited his entry and turned off comments. The edit is probably one of the funnier yet simultaneously sad things I've seen on the internet thus far. You should definitely go read it. I lol-ed. For so many reasons, I lol-ed. ETA: He's deleted the original entry.

He's apparently bent out of shape that we weren't arguing the way he would prefer, or kissing up. We're just a bunch of vulgar morons who would rather swear and make love with our faces than engage in some jolly good intellectual debate, by thunder. For shame, all of you, for upsetting this fine man. For shame.

I was willing to let it go, but he threw out a phrase so delightful that I just cannot resist. You see, apparently we are just a bunch of idolaters, bowing down to, and I quote:

The child-eating Moloch of political correctness!





Please, by all means supply your own child-eating Moloch pics in comments. If you can improve on my two-minute Photoshop mashup, feel free.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Agenda)
John C. Wright, aka [livejournal.com profile] johncwright.

It is completely up to you if you want to buy books written by this guy after reading what he thinks about homosexuality.

ETA: he deleted the original entry.

On another note not related to the above in any way, I've got several hardcover books I don't want anymore. The books are in good shape, so I'm trying to think of a meaningful application for them. Like cutting them apart and using them to compose stories about gay perverts fucking. Or should I make them into hollow book boxes to hold my rosary of anal beads and my baby Jesus butt-plug? What do you all think?

In the meantime, I really have to make an appointment to assrape a dead goat with a crucifix strap-on in front of some schoolchildren. Like, soon. I have to commit obscene and corrupting acts or my pervert card lapses and I won't be able to get in on all the good cocaine-fueled mule-fucking pedophilia and abortion parties. I hear Hillary Clinton goes to those, and that she's a real cougar. Grrrowl.

Also, whoever has my homosex indoctrination DVDs? Please send them back if you're done with them. I've been asked to speak at the nearby grade school's recruitment assembly on National Convert a Nubile Youth to Homosexuality Day, and you just can't expect kids to learn about the joys of non-procreative pervsex from books or handouts anymore.

Lazy little shits.

(No trolling. Not that I care if you go into someone else's house and crap on their floor, but it would reflect poorly on me if I sent you over there to do it, so I'm not. I'm just letting you know what he thinks of most of you so that you can decide whether or not to reward him for it by paying attention to his writing. That is all.)
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Agenda)
John C. Wright, aka [livejournal.com profile] johncwright.

It is completely up to you if you want to buy books written by this guy after reading what he thinks about homosexuality.

ETA: he deleted the original entry.

On another note not related to the above in any way, I've got several hardcover books I don't want anymore. The books are in good shape, so I'm trying to think of a meaningful application for them. Like cutting them apart and using them to compose stories about gay perverts fucking. Or should I make them into hollow book boxes to hold my rosary of anal beads and my baby Jesus butt-plug? What do you all think?

In the meantime, I really have to make an appointment to assrape a dead goat with a crucifix strap-on in front of some schoolchildren. Like, soon. I have to commit obscene and corrupting acts or my pervert card lapses and I won't be able to get in on all the good cocaine-fueled mule-fucking pedophilia and abortion parties. I hear Hillary Clinton goes to those, and that she's a real cougar. Grrrowl.

Also, whoever has my homosex indoctrination DVDs? Please send them back if you're done with them. I've been asked to speak at the nearby grade school's recruitment assembly on National Convert a Nubile Youth to Homosexuality Day, and you just can't expect kids to learn about the joys of non-procreative pervsex from books or handouts anymore.

Lazy little shits.

(No trolling. Not that I care if you go into someone else's house and crap on their floor, but it would reflect poorly on me if I sent you over there to do it, so I'm not. I'm just letting you know what he thinks of most of you so that you can decide whether or not to reward him for it by paying attention to his writing. That is all.)
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Feminazi)

Shakesville: Breaking the Silence: On Living Pro-Lifers' Choice for Women

I think y'all need to go read that, no matter which side of the choice line you stand on. That's the most insightful essay about choice I have read in a long time, and it's not even about abortion. It's about adoption. It's about things that nobody talks about. Namely, the effect giving a child up has on the mother.

Adoption is painted as this thing that is supposed to be easier than abortion because it is more "right." It's painted as an emotionally weightless act, something that is easy, that doesn't leave marks, that holds no hidden barb or sting. And that simply isn't true.

I've lambasted anti-choicers before because as a whole, they do not care about children once they are born. I am ashamed to say that until I read that brave, anonymous woman's essay, it had never occurred to me that nobody cares about the birth mothers, either, once they've had their baby. It never occurred to me that there would not be a safety net there, ready to help women who have given up their children for adoption.

There are post-abortion counseling services, both pro-choice and pro-life, though the religious certainly has a leg up on the secular. There are support groups for women suffering from post-partum depression. There are infant loss support groups. But who stands for the women who let their children go? As if making the "right" choice and giving birth instead of aborting is enough to make the adoption process painless or without consequence.

It never occurred to me that adoption might be more psychologically damaging, on the whole, than abortion, and that by and large, nobody fucking cares.

I'm not interested in debating this -- if you want to scrap about it or bitch about some damn thing or other, well, I think that Anonymous does a really good job of addressing your concerns, and I ain't in the mood -- so y'all go read instead of arguing, and keep it civil here.

And link this around. This very, very badly needs to be read, by people on both sides. This needs to be understood.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Feminazi)

Shakesville: Breaking the Silence: On Living Pro-Lifers' Choice for Women

I think y'all need to go read that, no matter which side of the choice line you stand on. That's the most insightful essay about choice I have read in a long time, and it's not even about abortion. It's about adoption. It's about things that nobody talks about. Namely, the effect giving a child up has on the mother.

Adoption is painted as this thing that is supposed to be easier than abortion because it is more "right." It's painted as an emotionally weightless act, something that is easy, that doesn't leave marks, that holds no hidden barb or sting. And that simply isn't true.

I've lambasted anti-choicers before because as a whole, they do not care about children once they are born. I am ashamed to say that until I read that brave, anonymous woman's essay, it had never occurred to me that nobody cares about the birth mothers, either, once they've had their baby. It never occurred to me that there would not be a safety net there, ready to help women who have given up their children for adoption.

There are post-abortion counseling services, both pro-choice and pro-life, though the religious certainly has a leg up on the secular. There are support groups for women suffering from post-partum depression. There are infant loss support groups. But who stands for the women who let their children go? As if making the "right" choice and giving birth instead of aborting is enough to make the adoption process painless or without consequence.

It never occurred to me that adoption might be more psychologically damaging, on the whole, than abortion, and that by and large, nobody fucking cares.

I'm not interested in debating this -- if you want to scrap about it or bitch about some damn thing or other, well, I think that Anonymous does a really good job of addressing your concerns, and I ain't in the mood -- so y'all go read instead of arguing, and keep it civil here.

And link this around. This very, very badly needs to be read, by people on both sides. This needs to be understood.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Naamah Bitch Please)
I was very dizzy today. I was dizzy when I got up in the middle of the night to switch beds and was dizzy until almost nine this evening. I was going to go to the new house and paint today, but I really, really didn't want to do that alone. The last thing I need is to fall off a ladder and break my fool neck.

It was probably the result of the Benadryl I took last night to stop my allergies and to make me sleepy, and the clonazepam I took to head off the incipient attack of devil-hamsters, which like to crawl into my brain whenever my emotional barriers get too low and run amok on so that the squeaking of their maddening little hamster wheels keeps me awake. At any rate, I won't worry unless it comes back tomorrow.

I am working on picture posts from the trip – inasmuch as any of it will interest any of you, but hey, I can spam you with pictures if I want. I have other deadlines I have to meet this week, though, so I don't know when that will happen.

I do have a lot of stuff planned for you all over the next week, and a lot of news, but right now I have a deadline kicking my ass, so I have to get back to that and then I have to sleep at least a little. First, though, an assortment of links I've been building for a few days.

Relating to my last post, and the rumor that it was "black people" who passed Prop 8, here, and also here. That latter link is especially insightful, and contains lots of other links to continuing discussion of this . . . nonsense is what it is. Minorities very possibly may, percentage-wise, have more religious conservatives among them, but to claim that any one minority, or group of minorities, is solely responsible for this proposition is to ignore that homophobia that the more numerous white people share in hordes. There are issues surrounding race and gender and homophobia that should be acknowledged and addressed. Blaming a specific group for a specific action, when that action is the result of a long traditon of bigotry in every race and social group, is not the way to address anything.*

Melissa Etheridge, whom I adore for being just generally awesome, had this to say about Prop 8:

Okay. So Prop 8 passed. Alright, I get it. 51% of you think that I am a second class citizen. Alright then. So my wife, uh I mean, roommate? Girlfriend? Special lady friend? You are gonna have to help me here because I am not sure what to call her now. Anyways, she and I are not allowed the same right under the state constitution as any other citizen. Okay, so I am taking that to mean I do not have to pay my state taxes because I am not a full citizen. I mean that would just be wrong, to make someone pay taxes and not give them the same rights, sounds sort of like that taxation without representation thing from the history books.

It's a fine idea, and the article is funny, but right at the end, there's a bit at the end that got me all teary-eyed:

Today the gay citizenry of this state will pick themselves up and dust themselves off and do what we have been doing for years. We will get back into it. We love this state, we love this country and we are not going to leave it. Even though we could be married in Mass. or Conn, Canada, Holland, Spain and a handful of other countries, this is our home. This is where we work and play and raise our families. We will not rest until we have the full rights of any other citizen. It is that simple, no fearful vote will ever stop us, that is not the American way.

Indeed, it is not the American way. We would all do well to remember that. We disagree with what has been done and we cannot change the past, but we are still American, and we can change the future. It is ours to make.

I also want you to watch this video, Keith Olbermann's response to Prop 8. If I have time later I will transcribe it. It is a thing of beauty. He always does scorn well, but this time he sounded both angry and hurt. And boy, he can take your head off with his stiff reproach. I'm a little bit in love with him. Here's the actual embedded video:


I could not have said it better. I absolutely couldn't.

Relating to creepo religious fanatic bigots, these sites are comedy gold:

Anti-Spore blog decrying the evils of teaching evolution through video games.

Eastboro Baptist Church. Why limit God's hate to fags when what you really mean is God hates everyone but us.

This video is fucking awesome:

Lions in Savuti kill an elephant, Jeremy Irons completely rocks the very well-written narration. This is the same pride featured in the National Geographic special "Lions of Darkness" and in the Dereck and Beverly Joubert book "Hunting With the Moon," both of which I highly, highly recommend. Savuti lions are known for hunting elephants. They are, in fact, the only lions to do so, and it is a behavior that they have learned and passed down through the pride. After a long lull in elephant kills, the pride has begun to kill again. Link, link, link, link. Needless to say, many of those links, especially the video, are lion-violence heavy with these magnificent predators doing what it is that predators do. So keep that in mind before clicking if you're sensitive to that sort of thing.

I leave you with the following most awesomest video ever while I try to work and then try to sleep. It is a fan video set to an a capella tribute to John Williams, with silly Star Wars lyrics set to famous John Williams scores. Indiana Jones never sounded so good.



I sincerely jumped up and clapped and cheered after the first time I saw it.

* That is all I'm going to say on it, and if wank starts again, I'm going to start slapping people around. I love y'all, I seriously do, but y'all are perfectly capable of disagreeing without strawmen and personal attacks.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Naamah Bitch Please)
I was very dizzy today. I was dizzy when I got up in the middle of the night to switch beds and was dizzy until almost nine this evening. I was going to go to the new house and paint today, but I really, really didn't want to do that alone. The last thing I need is to fall off a ladder and break my fool neck.

It was probably the result of the Benadryl I took last night to stop my allergies and to make me sleepy, and the clonazepam I took to head off the incipient attack of devil-hamsters, which like to crawl into my brain whenever my emotional barriers get too low and run amok on so that the squeaking of their maddening little hamster wheels keeps me awake. At any rate, I won't worry unless it comes back tomorrow.

I am working on picture posts from the trip – inasmuch as any of it will interest any of you, but hey, I can spam you with pictures if I want. I have other deadlines I have to meet this week, though, so I don't know when that will happen.

I do have a lot of stuff planned for you all over the next week, and a lot of news, but right now I have a deadline kicking my ass, so I have to get back to that and then I have to sleep at least a little. First, though, an assortment of links I've been building for a few days.

Relating to my last post, and the rumor that it was "black people" who passed Prop 8, here, and also here. That latter link is especially insightful, and contains lots of other links to continuing discussion of this . . . nonsense is what it is. Minorities very possibly may, percentage-wise, have more religious conservatives among them, but to claim that any one minority, or group of minorities, is solely responsible for this proposition is to ignore that homophobia that the more numerous white people share in hordes. There are issues surrounding race and gender and homophobia that should be acknowledged and addressed. Blaming a specific group for a specific action, when that action is the result of a long traditon of bigotry in every race and social group, is not the way to address anything.*

Melissa Etheridge, whom I adore for being just generally awesome, had this to say about Prop 8:

Okay. So Prop 8 passed. Alright, I get it. 51% of you think that I am a second class citizen. Alright then. So my wife, uh I mean, roommate? Girlfriend? Special lady friend? You are gonna have to help me here because I am not sure what to call her now. Anyways, she and I are not allowed the same right under the state constitution as any other citizen. Okay, so I am taking that to mean I do not have to pay my state taxes because I am not a full citizen. I mean that would just be wrong, to make someone pay taxes and not give them the same rights, sounds sort of like that taxation without representation thing from the history books.

It's a fine idea, and the article is funny, but right at the end, there's a bit at the end that got me all teary-eyed:

Today the gay citizenry of this state will pick themselves up and dust themselves off and do what we have been doing for years. We will get back into it. We love this state, we love this country and we are not going to leave it. Even though we could be married in Mass. or Conn, Canada, Holland, Spain and a handful of other countries, this is our home. This is where we work and play and raise our families. We will not rest until we have the full rights of any other citizen. It is that simple, no fearful vote will ever stop us, that is not the American way.

Indeed, it is not the American way. We would all do well to remember that. We disagree with what has been done and we cannot change the past, but we are still American, and we can change the future. It is ours to make.

I also want you to watch this video, Keith Olbermann's response to Prop 8. If I have time later I will transcribe it. It is a thing of beauty. He always does scorn well, but this time he sounded both angry and hurt. And boy, he can take your head off with his stiff reproach. I'm a little bit in love with him. Here's the actual embedded video:


I could not have said it better. I absolutely couldn't.

Relating to creepo religious fanatic bigots, these sites are comedy gold:

Anti-Spore blog decrying the evils of teaching evolution through video games.

Eastboro Baptist Church. Why limit God's hate to fags when what you really mean is God hates everyone but us.

This video is fucking awesome:

Lions in Savuti kill an elephant, Jeremy Irons completely rocks the very well-written narration. This is the same pride featured in the National Geographic special "Lions of Darkness" and in the Dereck and Beverly Joubert book "Hunting With the Moon," both of which I highly, highly recommend. Savuti lions are known for hunting elephants. They are, in fact, the only lions to do so, and it is a behavior that they have learned and passed down through the pride. After a long lull in elephant kills, the pride has begun to kill again. Link, link, link, link. Needless to say, many of those links, especially the video, are lion-violence heavy with these magnificent predators doing what it is that predators do. So keep that in mind before clicking if you're sensitive to that sort of thing.

I leave you with the following most awesomest video ever while I try to work and then try to sleep. It is a fan video set to an a capella tribute to John Williams, with silly Star Wars lyrics set to famous John Williams scores. Indiana Jones never sounded so good.



I sincerely jumped up and clapped and cheered after the first time I saw it.

* That is all I'm going to say on it, and if wank starts again, I'm going to start slapping people around. I love y'all, I seriously do, but y'all are perfectly capable of disagreeing without strawmen and personal attacks.

Just FYI:

Nov. 8th, 2008 08:18 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Agenda)
It is not statistically possible that the high turnout of black voters on Tuesday led to the passing of Prop 8.

Let us give credit where credit is due, my petits loups. Hate and stupidity do not have a skin color.

Just FYI:

Nov. 8th, 2008 08:18 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Agenda)
It is not statistically possible that the high turnout of black voters on Tuesday led to the passing of Prop 8.

Let us give credit where credit is due, my petits loups. Hate and stupidity do not have a skin color.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Renaissance Woman)
By the way, I'm really pissed off about the regressive anti-gay measures that got passed in several states, but I'm quite pleased about the results of the election, and while I am not under the illusion that Obama is going to fix everything and usher in a new age of peace and equality, I am at least feeling something I thought I'd lost: hope for my country's future.

He has not earned my trust. No politician has that for the asking. Very few even manage to earn it. In fact, none ever has. But Obama apparently understands that he must work for my trust, and I'm willing to give him that chance because I believe that he has a different vision for our future, one closer to my own. And however I may feel about some of his policies, however I may feel about how he got the nomination, I cannot feel sorry that we will have a black man in the white house. I cannot overlook what that means. I can't look back at our history and say that my vote to put a black politician into a house that black slaves built was meaningless. America has lost faith in herself, and I don't think we will survive if it is not restored. McCain did not offer that potential, and I think that Obama does.

And I can't overlook the fact that Sarah Palin is going away, back to Alaska and her view of Russia, back to chewing on wolf femurs or whatever it is she does in her spare time, back to some form of political obscurity. I wish her well, I suppose, now that she's not a threat, but I will feel much safer knowing that she's not near the White House. I believe that McCain is ill, gravely so. I believe that he stood a good chance of dying in office. She would have been too close for comfort. And I can't say I would feel comfortable being led by a man who would choose such a poor running mate. I absolutely did not feel I could trust his judgment after that.

This is not a perfect world, it was not a perfect election, there were no perfect candidates. Perfect is a myth. The real work of making a better world is not Obama's to do, it is ours. I just have hope – there's that word again – that making a better world will be easier for us with him at the wheel than it would have been with McCain.

If we keep working, keep building, we will have gay marriages nationwide someday, and I have begun to think I'll see that done in my lifetime. If we keep working, keep building, we can repair the damage done to women through erosion of our reproductive options, and I have begun to think I'll see that made strong again in my lifetime, too. If we keep working, keep building, we will have a woman in the White House, and I'm certain I will live to see that.

So, in case anyone feels like arguing in comments, no, I'm not inclined to debate politics, or what this means, or what may come of it. I think, given the choices available on Tuesday, we chose as best we could, and that choice is one with a lot of significance to a lot of people. It is meaningful to people in a way that politics seldom is, and it is meaningful especially to people who thought they didn't have a voice. I think we should respect that.

Hope is what we need, because without it we don't have a star to steer by. I feel it again, and I know I am not alone.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Renaissance Woman)
By the way, I'm really pissed off about the regressive anti-gay measures that got passed in several states, but I'm quite pleased about the results of the election, and while I am not under the illusion that Obama is going to fix everything and usher in a new age of peace and equality, I am at least feeling something I thought I'd lost: hope for my country's future.

He has not earned my trust. No politician has that for the asking. Very few even manage to earn it. In fact, none ever has. But Obama apparently understands that he must work for my trust, and I'm willing to give him that chance because I believe that he has a different vision for our future, one closer to my own. And however I may feel about some of his policies, however I may feel about how he got the nomination, I cannot feel sorry that we will have a black man in the white house. I cannot overlook what that means. I can't look back at our history and say that my vote to put a black politician into a house that black slaves built was meaningless. America has lost faith in herself, and I don't think we will survive if it is not restored. McCain did not offer that potential, and I think that Obama does.

And I can't overlook the fact that Sarah Palin is going away, back to Alaska and her view of Russia, back to chewing on wolf femurs or whatever it is she does in her spare time, back to some form of political obscurity. I wish her well, I suppose, now that she's not a threat, but I will feel much safer knowing that she's not near the White House. I believe that McCain is ill, gravely so. I believe that he stood a good chance of dying in office. She would have been too close for comfort. And I can't say I would feel comfortable being led by a man who would choose such a poor running mate. I absolutely did not feel I could trust his judgment after that.

This is not a perfect world, it was not a perfect election, there were no perfect candidates. Perfect is a myth. The real work of making a better world is not Obama's to do, it is ours. I just have hope – there's that word again – that making a better world will be easier for us with him at the wheel than it would have been with McCain.

If we keep working, keep building, we will have gay marriages nationwide someday, and I have begun to think I'll see that done in my lifetime. If we keep working, keep building, we can repair the damage done to women through erosion of our reproductive options, and I have begun to think I'll see that made strong again in my lifetime, too. If we keep working, keep building, we will have a woman in the White House, and I'm certain I will live to see that.

So, in case anyone feels like arguing in comments, no, I'm not inclined to debate politics, or what this means, or what may come of it. I think, given the choices available on Tuesday, we chose as best we could, and that choice is one with a lot of significance to a lot of people. It is meaningful to people in a way that politics seldom is, and it is meaningful especially to people who thought they didn't have a voice. I think we should respect that.

Hope is what we need, because without it we don't have a star to steer by. I feel it again, and I know I am not alone.

I Voted

Nov. 4th, 2008 11:20 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian No Going Back)
I voted as soon as I got up. Briefly debated what shirt to wear, wore my burgundy Alamo shirt, which felt more appropriate than a BPAL shirt or my Punisher shirt. It now has a nifty little "I voted" sticker on it.

There was a short line at my polling place -- four people -- and a quarter of the registered voters had already turned out. I'm barely functional with fretfulness. Thankfully, I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon to distract me, and then there's gaming with friends, and after that there may be booze, and after that I might be able to sleep until midday tomorrow, by which time this should have sorted itself out, and I will know if I made a mistake buying a house (thus essentially dooming myself to remain in America for the rest of my life).

There's a lot I want to say about duty and voting and all of that, but I think I'll just let it go for now. I'll just say that hope all you Americans go out and use the right that people gave their lives to obtain and defend, and I'll leave it at that. I'm also going to say that I have a couple good friends who live here, are affected very much by this, but cannot vote because they are not American citizens or because their eighteenth birthday is two days away or some such shit. You've got something they don't have: a voice here. For the sake of those who died to make it possible, for the sake of people who wish they could vote and can't, please act.

I don't want to make another post like this one tomorrow, okay? I don't have the strength.

I Voted

Nov. 4th, 2008 11:20 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian No Going Back)
I voted as soon as I got up. Briefly debated what shirt to wear, wore my burgundy Alamo shirt, which felt more appropriate than a BPAL shirt or my Punisher shirt. It now has a nifty little "I voted" sticker on it.

There was a short line at my polling place -- four people -- and a quarter of the registered voters had already turned out. I'm barely functional with fretfulness. Thankfully, I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon to distract me, and then there's gaming with friends, and after that there may be booze, and after that I might be able to sleep until midday tomorrow, by which time this should have sorted itself out, and I will know if I made a mistake buying a house (thus essentially dooming myself to remain in America for the rest of my life).

There's a lot I want to say about duty and voting and all of that, but I think I'll just let it go for now. I'll just say that hope all you Americans go out and use the right that people gave their lives to obtain and defend, and I'll leave it at that. I'm also going to say that I have a couple good friends who live here, are affected very much by this, but cannot vote because they are not American citizens or because their eighteenth birthday is two days away or some such shit. You've got something they don't have: a voice here. For the sake of those who died to make it possible, for the sake of people who wish they could vote and can't, please act.

I don't want to make another post like this one tomorrow, okay? I don't have the strength.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Helpless)


It's been ten years since Matthew Shepard died of injuries sustained in an unspeakably vicious attack. Ten years.

His story deserves to be remembered as more than just a footnote. It is a warning. Not against homosexuality, or against being open about one's sexual orientation, no. It is a warning against what we could become if we allow bigotry and hate to dwell in our midst without comment, without challenge.

The above video clip is a dramatization of Dennis Shepard's statement to the jury at the trial of his son's killers. The full transcript of the actual statement can be read here. It's very difficult to read, but it's really something.

The Matthew Shepard Foundation.

Do not tolerate hate and injustice. Refuse it. Fight it. Remember.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Helpless)


It's been ten years since Matthew Shepard died of injuries sustained in an unspeakably vicious attack. Ten years.

His story deserves to be remembered as more than just a footnote. It is a warning. Not against homosexuality, or against being open about one's sexual orientation, no. It is a warning against what we could become if we allow bigotry and hate to dwell in our midst without comment, without challenge.

The above video clip is a dramatization of Dennis Shepard's statement to the jury at the trial of his son's killers. The full transcript of the actual statement can be read here. It's very difficult to read, but it's really something.

The Matthew Shepard Foundation.

Do not tolerate hate and injustice. Refuse it. Fight it. Remember.

Love.

Oct. 11th, 2008 03:56 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Apocalypse!)
Oh, you have all probably seen the news, but I want to celebrate it here:

Connecticut High Court Grants Marriage Rights for Same-Sex Couples

That link includes a wonderful tearjerking video of the plaintiffs hearing about the ruling, crying on one another, and then proposing to each other. Beautiful.

Also beautiful is this:


It's an ad calling for the defeat of Proposition 8 in California. Quoting the Bible really doesn't impress me, but this is done very well, and with one of the few passages that has ever really touched me. (And I know it's venal of me, but the boy on the right at 1:23 is completely dreamy-adorable awww!)

I have hope. Hope is not a certain thing, that's why it's hope, and not knowledge. But I hope that this is a thing I will see made right in my lifetime. Bigotry, discrimination, hate, lies, it won't end, but perhaps I will live to hear, in person, a man refer to "my husband," a woman to "my wife."

People very occasionally ask why I even care, when I'm straight* and married. Why does it matter to me? I don't personally gain anything by supporting the right of someone else to get married. It's supposedly not my problem.

I can only ask, what do the enemies of equal marriage fear they will lose?

I gain nothing, but I lose nothing. Love is love. Love is sacred in itself, it is already sacred. Legality, the sanction of the law, these mean nothing on a moral level, they add no weight, when it has already been made holy and when all its weight and gravity has already been born. In fact, I feel like I lose something when others are unjustly deprived of rights which I have, but did nothing to earn.

Those who object on the basis of God's imaginary and fallible law reveal themselves as liars, cowards, and selfish fools, that they would deny the petty material protections afforded by law on the basis of a love they believe is misplaced or wrong. If their god is so loving, a god of love, if they truly believe in this fairy tale, why would they disown any love, when to do so is to spit in the face of their own god and all that he supposedly stands for?

It is hard for me to understand how anyone who has ever been in love could possibly censure or condemn anyone else's love simply for existing. It is hard for me to understand how anyone could believe that love of any kind, can possibly soil the institution of marriage, whether it's religious, social, or legal. Love is the most transcendent thing we can experience in this life, and romantic love is only a very small part of that spectrum.

In fact, I don't understand why they need to bring their god into it at all. Belief in a deity is not necessary for love, is not necessary to defend it against those who would destroy it, is not necessary to believe in a god in order to wish the best for your fellow humans. I don't understand why some people insist that it is. I don't understand why people don't understand that if there is no god, if love is just a human thing and nothing more, that makes it no less precious and no less meaningful.

All of this is rhetorical, of course. I neither need nor want explanations of their flawed logic. It is enough to say that they are wrong factually, legally, and morally. (I have very seldom met anyone I understand less than, and anyone less loving, than the religious fanatic.)

It is enough to celebrate, today, a small step. It is enough to hope, today, for many more.

* I'm not that straight, though a lot of people don't really seem to think about that when asking me silly questions.

Love.

Oct. 11th, 2008 03:56 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Apocalypse!)
Oh, you have all probably seen the news, but I want to celebrate it here:

Connecticut High Court Grants Marriage Rights for Same-Sex Couples

That link includes a wonderful tearjerking video of the plaintiffs hearing about the ruling, crying on one another, and then proposing to each other. Beautiful.

Also beautiful is this:


It's an ad calling for the defeat of Proposition 8 in California. Quoting the Bible really doesn't impress me, but this is done very well, and with one of the few passages that has ever really touched me. (And I know it's venal of me, but the boy on the right at 1:23 is completely dreamy-adorable awww!)

I have hope. Hope is not a certain thing, that's why it's hope, and not knowledge. But I hope that this is a thing I will see made right in my lifetime. Bigotry, discrimination, hate, lies, it won't end, but perhaps I will live to hear, in person, a man refer to "my husband," a woman to "my wife."

People very occasionally ask why I even care, when I'm straight* and married. Why does it matter to me? I don't personally gain anything by supporting the right of someone else to get married. It's supposedly not my problem.

I can only ask, what do the enemies of equal marriage fear they will lose?

I gain nothing, but I lose nothing. Love is love. Love is sacred in itself, it is already sacred. Legality, the sanction of the law, these mean nothing on a moral level, they add no weight, when it has already been made holy and when all its weight and gravity has already been born. In fact, I feel like I lose something when others are unjustly deprived of rights which I have, but did nothing to earn.

Those who object on the basis of God's imaginary and fallible law reveal themselves as liars, cowards, and selfish fools, that they would deny the petty material protections afforded by law on the basis of a love they believe is misplaced or wrong. If their god is so loving, a god of love, if they truly believe in this fairy tale, why would they disown any love, when to do so is to spit in the face of their own god and all that he supposedly stands for?

It is hard for me to understand how anyone who has ever been in love could possibly censure or condemn anyone else's love simply for existing. It is hard for me to understand how anyone could believe that love of any kind, can possibly soil the institution of marriage, whether it's religious, social, or legal. Love is the most transcendent thing we can experience in this life, and romantic love is only a very small part of that spectrum.

In fact, I don't understand why they need to bring their god into it at all. Belief in a deity is not necessary for love, is not necessary to defend it against those who would destroy it, is not necessary to believe in a god in order to wish the best for your fellow humans. I don't understand why some people insist that it is. I don't understand why people don't understand that if there is no god, if love is just a human thing and nothing more, that makes it no less precious and no less meaningful.

All of this is rhetorical, of course. I neither need nor want explanations of their flawed logic. It is enough to say that they are wrong factually, legally, and morally. (I have very seldom met anyone I understand less than, and anyone less loving, than the religious fanatic.)

It is enough to celebrate, today, a small step. It is enough to hope, today, for many more.

* I'm not that straight, though a lot of people don't really seem to think about that when asking me silly questions.

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