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Dec. 14th, 2007 10:55 pm
jacktellslies: (ladies)
Two facts converged.

First: While I suppose everyone deserves the right to ruin their lives in whatever manner they see fit, and it obviously should be legal, I think that the gay marriage debate is misguided. I simply don't want any part in such a conservative struggle. Instead of broadening the range to include one new type of recognized romantic partnership, we could be fighting for health care for all, for the right to visit, not only our lovers, but our friends when they are dying, for the right to leave property to whomever we damn well please.

Second: I suppose that, as it has deep roots in first wave feminism, I'm supposed to condone the style of consciousness- and fund-raising that involves groups of young people hanging around street corners with clip boards collecting contact and billing information for various causes. However, I don't. I prefer to assume that altruistic people are intelligent enough to research their own charities. Organized companies should not pay people to beg on the streets.

However, when asked by the gang assembled in front of my place of business this morning if I could spare a moment to support gay rights, I probably should not have had to struggle as much as I did in order to prevent myself from responding, "I go down on you people all of the time. What else do you want from me?"
jacktellslies: (ladies)
The basil plant, Basil, died. The time of death was probably sometime last week or month, but Megan disposed of the body today. I told her that some time ago I'd decided that as the only living progeny of our relationship, Basil should probably die. I continued caring for it, but my ill will most likely led to its demise. She did not seem pleased. Nor should she have been. Our love didn't even live long enough to make pesto. What sort of love is that?

I've started with my classes, the last two I'll have to take as an undergraduate. Both of them look to be better than I thought they'd be. The education course is about classroom technology. I am more shocked than I can say to discover that the professor appears to be intelligent, and that the course will require more effort than I had thought it would, but that it will actually teach me something, and something useful at that. This is only the second course I have taken as an education major that could claim such a thing. I am also even more impressed with advanced Shakespeare than I thought I'd be. The professor is an older woman, and she is brilliant, obviously. The neat part is that we will only be reading four plays. I've not had the opportunity to spend so much time on any given work in all of my time as an English major, as I recall. The promise of depth is exciting. Also, we watched a bit of Kenneth Branagh's Much Ado About Nothing, and the entire class, including the professor, laughed every time Keanu Reeves was on screen, even moreso if he was on a horse. I shall enjoy this.

The shape of my life changes this week: I'll be working four days a week and going to school for two, with one full day to myself, most likely Wednesdays or Saturdays.

My dark secret is that I am one of those children who actually does zir homework, and does it fairly well. I do not want to allow it to eat my life this semester, as I am wont to do. I do not want work to devour me, either. Half of my team is leaving, including one of the best fishmongers with whom I ever expect to work. I appreciate the added responsibility, as the sort of work I have been doing lately is more challenging and more interesting, and as it will come with a raise. And I do like to work. However, I am too much of a socialist to think that I should have to work all of the time, even if I do enjoy it. I adore both work and school, but I need and demand time for existing and living.

(None of this would be such a problem, by the by, if I weren't required to work four days of the week in order to get health insurance. In other words, please note that the lack of universal healthcare in America will be preventing at least one queer from having free time and idle hands. Bush wins again.)

I watched one of (there is more than one!) the musical episodes of Xena: Warrior Princess today. It was the single gayest thing I've ever seen. I'm gayer than I've ever been before for having seen it. The truly scary part of all of this was that the venue through which I watched it was Aiden's Tenth Anniversary Edition fake-leather-bound Xena DVD. I hid in my parents' basement with the volume low, changing the channel every time I thought she was going to do the battle cry or I heard someone coming down the stairs because they'd know, over ten years ago. I've been this gay for more than ten years. Do you even understand the kind of stamina that requires?

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