Darkside Rainbow

You’ll have to excuse me if I have a little trouble managing “righteous outrage” this morning. I just turned in my resignation letter, ending my three-year prison term at Crappy Old Job, and I’m so euphoric I could float through the roof. If anything deserves righteous outrage, though, it’s this:

Man, I’m glad I don’t live in Oklahoma.

“The homosexual agenda is destroying this nation, okay? It’s just a fact.”

I would really love to find the laws of reality as written by right-wing nutjobs, because they continuously pull “facts” out of their red-spanked little arses that continuously conflict with reality as we know it. If they keep this up, they’re going to cause the implosion of the universe when their reality collides with standard reality and causes a temporospatial claudication to just swallow the whole shebang.

We are not destroying the nation. Not by a long shot. If there are any financial analysts out there, I’d love it if you could draw up a table of figures showing the increased contributions to the economy made by homosexuals who, even when living together, pay full taxes for two individuals (since we don’t get tax cuts for marriage or children, hm, maybe that’s why they protest so much), contributing larger amounts than your standard White Picket Fence family. Not only that, but because we aren’t spending the leavings from our nonexistent tax cuts on our children, we’re free to engage in more spending to support the economy through purchase of nicer vehicles, nicer homes, and other expenses that directly support market growth. All we ask in exchange is to be treated like equals. That’s not an agenda. That’s the animal need to live within a safe environment.

Do you know why we have more suicides? Because living in society with the kind of fear and prejudice that we deal with is depressing. Some people who live in constant isolation and fear end up with serious complexes that negatively affect their physical, mental, and emotional health. As dramatic as it sounds, we live in a traumatic environment of constant assault and emotional abuse.

The entire thing is absolutely ridiculous. She accuses us of “infiltrating” government and organizations, trying to “indoctrinate” people - how is that any different from the Christian right’s efforts to remove evolution from school curriculae, and take key positions in which they can influence legislature in the direction that they want? It’s only infiltration and indoctrination when it’s coming from people that you don’t like - people that you consider a “cancer”. People that you think are more dangerous than terrorists, more dangerous than Jihadists - who are, by the way, religious fundamentalists. Religious fundamentalists who speak of their god’s desires and their god’s hatreds in a way quite similar to this.

We are not a cancer, and you cannot excise us from the body of the nation, for in the aftermath this nation would bleed to death of its own self-inflicted wounds. We are as much a part of America as anyone else, and we are just as necessary.

We are not a threat.

And we are not the terrorists.

I can’t believe these people get elected.

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Shut up. It’s been a rough week. I consoled myself with Brahma calf-high police-swat-style black leather steel-toed boots. (Damn, that’s a lot of hyphens.) Better to spend $30 on boots that look as if they could quite happily kick your ass than waste $300 on a pair of tasseled loafers or something equally ridiculous.

So…I’m back. Quietly, inauspiciously, oh-god-do-I-have-a-headache-ly (spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically…?), but I’m back. Things aren’t quite going as I’d planned - or they are, but not on the time scale that I’d wanted, but that’s neither here nor there and things are sorting themselves out soon enough. Regardless, I should start updating again regularly. No idea if I’ll have the energy to rant and rave and rip people apart, but then I haven’t been reading the news this past week, either. I’m sure there are plenty of things to get caught up on that will leave me frothing at the mouth and ready to tear someone a new one.

I did, however, go vote in the Texas primary last week. That…was painful. I honestly couldn’t find a single candidate on the ballot who didn’t leave a sour taste in my mouth regardless of their stance on gay issues…but voting is a civic duty, and one I wouldn’t have had a couple hundred years ago when my dark skin would have denied me that right. So I vote on principle, and because I really, really don’t want to hear another bloody four years of complaining that it’s the fault of low turnout from my generation that got us into the mess we’re in right now with a second term with W - only in this case, it’d be a mess with whomever made it onto the ballots after the primaries.

The hell with it. We’ll be in a mess anyway.

Fatalism? Me? Never.

So this is what toilet paper feels like.

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Today’s guest post is by Lessa:

What do you get when you toss sixteen people into a house, cut them off from the outside world - no TV, no internet, no radio, no movies, no books (other then the Bible or a single other religious text), put cameras and microphones on them 24-7, show the footage both on the Television networks and online via internet feeds? You get Big Brother, USA, and all of the drama that goes along with it, of course.

I am a HUGE Big Brother Fan. I have been for the past 3 or 4 seasons or so, and in Season 8 last summer, I began covering the show for 451 Press over at Big Brother Craze. Due to that, I’ve gotten the live internet feeds, and for three months I live and breathe the antics of the ‘Hamsters’ in their cage, while trying to remember to feed my kids and what ‘outside’ looks like. It’s like the real world, only intensified as they’re forced to deal with one another on a daily basis, plus compete against each other for the big $500k prize.

I know, I’m a total nerd. I’m ok with that.
Also - stick with me here, this post relevant to DSR, I swear!

Anyway, we currently have a special first Winter Season of Big Brother, and they threw another twist in there to juice things up - the House Guests play in couples, that they have been told are their “Soul-mate” due to personality questionnaires they completed as part of the application process.

I know, right?!? The possibility for drama just increased 100fold! Happy Lessa!

The fans, like myself, were THRILLED to discover that, though they’ve had gay and lesbian houseguests before, they actually paired two gay men together as soul-mates in the house, among the 20-somethings, and one 45 year old Penthouse Pet (1984) and self proclaimed ‘Cougar’. We were excited to see a different dynamic play out in the house, and how these hamsters would work with their partners, and who would hookup. Showmances (romance done primarily for game-play, on a reality show) were BOUND to happen in that situation, and the Feeders were BRIMMING with excitement!

Then one of the gay men, Neil, had a family emergency and left the show, leaving our poor Joshuah playing straight man with his new female partner. They formed a solid friendship, and their game-play is strategic while they work incredibly well together. After all, they no longer have to deal with sexual tension! The fans were notably disappointed, and bemoaned the chance for a gay showmance had gone down the tubes. Then, these very same people, turned on one of the other men in the house, showing their true colors, and double standards.

James, sporting his pink Mohawk and crazy tattoos, who’s taking a break from biking around the world on just $100 dollars and a belief that we are too materialistic, promoting peace and good will, seeking the elusive ‘good’ in the world, paired with the lovely rocker chick Chelsia with her bi-tendencies - James was discovered to have starred in porn.

Gay porn.

The internet went WILD with this information. I’ve not broached it at BBC, because it makes me so angry the way people have turned on a man they didn’t think they would like, discovered they kinda did like, but now OMG HE DID PORN AND IT WAS GAY! (That sound you just heard? My eyes rolling.)

James and his partner Chelsia have hit it off, as well. He’s said often how much he likes her, how he wishes he had more to offer her outside of the house. It goes both ways, and they have a solid friendship building, and some make-out sessions, too, as they get to know each other better. You’d think this would make Feeders happy - but Feeders, they are a fickle bunch. Now all they can think of is what she’ll say when she discovers he’s been in GAY porn, when she finds out she’s being played by a man who is either gay, or just gay for pay, and what must her parent’s be thinking OMG!

It irritates me to NO END. These are the SAME Feeders who liked him before, who appreciated how comfortable he was with himself, how open he was to this experience, and how smart he’s playing the game. Now, because the GAY Porn, he’s nothing but dirt to them. I’m saddened, and angered, and outright disgusted at times by it all.

People have asked me how I can like James, especially since he’s done GAY porn. It’s as simple as this: I think he’s extremely comfortable with himself, and he’s got a good head on his shoulders (…I’ll not make any jokes of how he gives or receives the same, of course. Or how he’s hung. Though — DAMN. He proves the Black Man Myth is a lie - it’s all about the skinny white boys. Trust me. I know. I married one.) He understands people, he’s friendly and outgoing, he genuinely cares for folks and their stories, he wants to know YOU, and not the you that you feel safe showing. He listens, he understands the dynamics of the game, and of relationships and how to work both to his advantage. I find his sexuality (which I think is best defined as ‘fluid’ then gay, straight, bi) to be completely beside the point. He’s REAL, and he’s true to himself, always.

Case in point - one of the houseguests collapsed and had a seizure. He was first to her aid, he held her, he was calm, he was prepared to do CPR, he aided the nurse in bringing her back. Afterwards, he was shaken, and upset, and took a lot of what happened to heart. This houseguest that collapsed is someone he could not stand - he didn’t like her at all, but when she needed him, he was there.

That, my friends - not who he fucks and when, where, how and for how much cash - that is what defines a good man. He’s the epitome of why we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Would that all the Feeders could see him as I do.

~Lessa
http://bigbrothercraze.com

What, you mean I still have to tag this crap even if someone else wrote it?

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…I think it’s pretty self-explanatory. You think that’s bad, you should see what happens if anyone tries to touch one of my three computers.

I’ll be back next week with a hand-drawn comic for Monday and daily posts following, once my break is over. Haven’t stabbed anyone at work so far, but the week’s still young.

Look for a guest post tomorrow by our very own resident psycho sweetheart, Lessa (and just in case you didn’t think she did any work around here with all her crazy bouncing around, check out her blog at Big Brother Craze).

Ciao. ~crashes and burns~

~Adri

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