(I got many requests to repost this essay as a stand alone piece for easy linking. I'm happy to do so here.)

It hurts me, deeply, to know that my lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, intersex friends face this kind of reality daily. Just as racism and sexism hurt. Every ism.

And I'm tired of getting hateful notes when I advocate for gay marriage and other rights for my friends who are as deeply, fully human as I am.

I'm not going to be polite about this issue any longer by acknowledging that you have a right to believe the awful, hateful things you believe--you may believe them but I don't in any way have to collude with them by ignoring them, being polite about them, making peace about them.

This is hate, pure and simple. Call it what it is. You can hide behind religion if you want, but no religion I want any part of is based on hate. if you disparage my gay friends, I'm not going to be silent about it, I'm not going to apologize for my point of view, I'm not going to take the HRC sticker off my car, and I'm not going to say "let's all just get along." No.

You are wrong. You are as wrong as people who insisted that black Americans drink from a different water fountain. You are as wrong as school districts that let black schools use old textbooks of white students, but handed out sandpaper at the end of the year so the little black kids could sandpaper their germs off of them. Imagine the lesson those kids learned as a result of that hateful action.

No, I won't participate in that wrong and I won't be quiet about it. Nor do I care if you buy my books if you feel this way, so stop threatening to boycott me. I don't care. If I care about that, I am truly lost. What I do care about is that my gay friends have families that they love. They have babies they adore. They live lives of great meaning and joy and commitment. They do mundane things like wash the dishes and get into arguments over housework and forget to put the milk in the fridge, like straight people. Just like people with disabilities and just like white people and black people and every other color of people. Just like Jews and Christians and Muslims.

What on earth do you fear? Don't write to me and discount the experiences of other people. Don't write to me and threaten to stop buying my books. Don't write to me and argue with me about this. It is non-negotiable. I am intolerant of your intolerance.

 

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(She is the reason I'm going to be staying home more)

Evidently this is the Cranky Patti edition of Thinking Thursday.

[mind]  

We have a new poet laureate! (this is not the cranky bit)

Here is Today's Must Read, "How to get grateful": "Miracles have happened every year since my brother died. What I know for sure about death? That it’s all a gift. That we never lose anything. And that our relationship with the ones we love can keep growing, changing and blooming even when they are dead." (also not the cranky bit)

There is something inutterably sad to me about this article. (Starting to get a bit cranky)

What's wrong with our justice system? (Fully cranky):

"The story of 54-year-old Roy Brown, a homeless man who couldn’t afford to pay basic food and shelter expenses, is heartbreakingly cruel:

A homeless man robbed a Louisiana bank and took a $100 bill. After feeling remorseful, he surrendered to police the next day. The judge sentenced him to 15 years in prison.

The day after this story appeared, prosecutors celebrated the fact that they were able to get a 40-month prison sentence  for investment tycoon Paul R. Allen, who defrauded lenders of more than $3 billion."

[body]

I am trying to promote the work of a little-known actor. Perhaps this t-shirt will help. (Not cranky at all!)

I am cranky about people who spend more time talking about having writer's block than actually sitting down to write. (Cranky-ish)

[soul]

It hurts me, deeply, to know that my lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, intersex friends face this kind of reality daily. Just as racism and sexism hurt. Every ism. And I'm tired of getting hateful notes when I advocate for gay marriage and other rights for my friends who are as deeply, fully human as I am. I'm not going to be polite about this issue any longer by acknowledging that you have a right to believe the awful, hateful things you believe--you may believe them but I don't in any way have to collude with them by ignoring them, being polite about them, making peace about them. This is hate, pure and simple. Call it what it is. You can hide behind religion if you want, but no religion I want any part of is based on hate. if you disparage my gay friends, I'm not going to be silent about it, I'm not going to apologize for my point of view, I'm not going to take the HRC sticker off my car, and I'm not going to say "let's all just get along." No. You are wrong. You are as wrong as people who insisted that black Americans drink from a different water fountain. You are as wrong as school districts that let black schools use old textbooks of white students, but handed out sandpaper at the end of the year so the little black kids could sandpaper their germs off of them. Imagine the lesson those kids learned as a result of that hateful action. No, I won't participate in that wrong and I won't be quiet about it. Nor do I care if you buy my books if you feel this way, so stop threatening to boycott me. I don't care. If I care about that, I am truly lost. What I do care about is that my gay friends have families that they love. They have babies they adore. They live lives of great meaning and joy and commitment. They do mundane things like wash the dishes and get into arguments over housework and forget to put the milk in the fridge, like straight people. Just like people with disabilities and just like white people and black people and every other color of people. Just like Jews and Christians and Muslims. What on earth do you fear? Don't write to me and discount the experiences of other people. Don't write to me and threaten to stop buying my books. Don't write to me and argue with me about this. It is non-negotiable. I am intolerant of your intolerance. (The cranky level is high. Not even cranky. Beyond cranky).

My favorite quote of the week: The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction, not a destination. -Carl Rogers

 

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