Blood Donors, and other GAY stuff
Well, shit. There was just a poll on the news -- Should gay men be allowed to be blood donors? Only 27% said yes.
You know what? I don't think anyone who needs blood because of a surgery or car accident or whatever suddenly stops and says, 'Hey, doc, did this come from a gay man? Gee, I don't want any of that GAY Blood.' What do they think is going to happen? Do they think... they're going to turn gay from gay blood? Seriously, people. Seriously. (Also? Getting a blood donation from an African American does not mean you suddenly become a minority, FYI.)
I'm just... it's crazy. Our public schools are handing out condoms to students who can barely read, but, ohnoez! gay bloodz y'all! run away!!
Also? Some teacher got suspended -- why? Oh, she had to choose a famous African American for the students to write about for February. She chose? RuPaul. It wasn't just African Americans who were upset, either... it was other faculty, students, etc etc... there were some other teachers who were also targeted, but some of the other names I recall mentioned were OJ Simpson. Yeah, that's kind of a bad choice. But what exactly is wrong with RuPaul? Yeah, they can make up reasons, but we all know what the real reason is, and that's just sad that we haven't progressed. Makes me want to curl up in a corner and blast Erasure or some of Andy's solo stuff and write lots and lots of adorable scenes with Glorfindel and Erestor until I forget about how shitty the world is sometimes.
But life imitates fiction sometimes, right? When I wrote into 'Unforgettable' that people were fearing that touching someone who was gay would turn them gay, I didn't think people were really that silly or stupid, or perhaps in this case, petty. Anyhow. *kicks soapbox across the room* I know, I know, preaching to the choir, right?
In better news, meds seem to be working nicely. Also, worked nearly 14 hours today, but came home to veal (I know, I know, sorry Britt, baby cow is tasty and my stomach can handle it), pasta, potato pancakes, peanut butter cookies, and banana bread. Also, there was blackberry soda. I wish I felt like editing tonight, but, I don't. I love Mark. He's so awesomely domestic -- and I totally mean that in an uber-complimentary way. My laundry is all done, folded, and putted away.
Ah, between him and 'Seinfeld', I'm happy again. Sort of. Okay, not particularly, but at least it's helping to cover it a little. But not really. Gah, this is bugging me...
You know what? I don't think anyone who needs blood because of a surgery or car accident or whatever suddenly stops and says, 'Hey, doc, did this come from a gay man? Gee, I don't want any of that GAY Blood.' What do they think is going to happen? Do they think... they're going to turn gay from gay blood? Seriously, people. Seriously. (Also? Getting a blood donation from an African American does not mean you suddenly become a minority, FYI.)
I'm just... it's crazy. Our public schools are handing out condoms to students who can barely read, but, ohnoez! gay bloodz y'all! run away!!
Also? Some teacher got suspended -- why? Oh, she had to choose a famous African American for the students to write about for February. She chose? RuPaul. It wasn't just African Americans who were upset, either... it was other faculty, students, etc etc... there were some other teachers who were also targeted, but some of the other names I recall mentioned were OJ Simpson. Yeah, that's kind of a bad choice. But what exactly is wrong with RuPaul? Yeah, they can make up reasons, but we all know what the real reason is, and that's just sad that we haven't progressed. Makes me want to curl up in a corner and blast Erasure or some of Andy's solo stuff and write lots and lots of adorable scenes with Glorfindel and Erestor until I forget about how shitty the world is sometimes.
But life imitates fiction sometimes, right? When I wrote into 'Unforgettable' that people were fearing that touching someone who was gay would turn them gay, I didn't think people were really that silly or stupid, or perhaps in this case, petty. Anyhow. *kicks soapbox across the room* I know, I know, preaching to the choir, right?
In better news, meds seem to be working nicely. Also, worked nearly 14 hours today, but came home to veal (I know, I know, sorry Britt, baby cow is tasty and my stomach can handle it), pasta, potato pancakes, peanut butter cookies, and banana bread. Also, there was blackberry soda. I wish I felt like editing tonight, but, I don't. I love Mark. He's so awesomely domestic -- and I totally mean that in an uber-complimentary way. My laundry is all done, folded, and putted away.
Ah, between him and 'Seinfeld', I'm happy again. Sort of. Okay, not particularly, but at least it's helping to cover it a little. But not really. Gah, this is bugging me...