I had a conversation via text last night that I should have had a year ago when my relationship that spanned the previous four years ended. I’m clearly a glutton for punishment, but even today I refuse to believe I was wrong about the relationship. We had something very special, something I’m not sure I’ll find again. I’ve said before, true love is when the one you love and the one who loves you are the same. Whether this was true love, I guess I can’t ever really know. I think it was. But apparently I was the only one of us who felt that way.
I went to the online inbox site that the DoD set up to take responses and feedback from servicemembers and their families on DADT repeal. What follows is my submission.
There has been quite a bit of fervor recently about privacy on the web. There was recently an op-ed piece on Mashable that mirrored most of my own thoughts, so I invite you to read that as well.
I’ve heard the rants of several people recently–many among my own friend circles–who bemoan Facebook’s upcoming Open Graph system that will bring personalization to third-party sites based on users’ Facebook activity. The complaints center around the idea that what someone posts on Facebook will be accessible to third-party entities without explicit permission being granted by the user.
It bothers me enough that there are people who literally believe all people are created equal, until they discover you are covered by one of their moral exceptions. What drives me absolutely insane is trying to understand how we as Americans have actually allowed a so-called “moral” majority to impose those views upon the law.
How is it that simply uttering three words, “I am gay,” can actually have the effect of stripping rights and fundamentally changing your life? Saying those three words, openly discussing that one aspect of your self that is otherwise undetectable, even without deed or evidence, can get you fired. They can even get you evicted from your home.
It’s been a while since I’ve written. Maybe it’s because I don’t have anything to say. Or perhaps it’s because I haven’t had time. Or perhaps it’s another reason altogether.
I’m visiting Chicago this week. After months of non-stop work, I finally got a break and wanted nothing more than to visit my family and my dog. Everything is more or less as I left it, as I suppose would be expected. It’s comforting to know that when everything is going crazy, whether good or bad, some things are always there.
Just a thought today…. “If I’m not a better man today than yesterday, I’ve wasted one whole day of my life.”
As I sit here in my room on a Saturday morning, I think about all the things I can do to get my life in order. I need to wash my car, I need to get it fixed. I need to clean the room. I need to do laundry. I need to do some homework, and some work I brought home from work. I need to go to the gym, and I need to get some running in. But all I really want to do is sit here. I can’t help but wonder why.