A Surprisingly Sane Blog

It’s just one of those controversial topics at which I have to throw my two cents.

Plain and simple, I am all for it.

While I don’t believe I have to defend the way I feel about this, I do feel like it is appropriate to give my reasoning since, you know, I’m never afraid to say what I think.

Some things are definitely a choice.  Friends.  The color you paint your walls.  Picking your nose.  Digging the panties out of your ass.

Then there are the parts of our life that we have zero control over without debate.  Family.  Heritage.

But like everything, there is a bit of a gray zone.  Some people believe we have a certain amount of control over these things.  Others feel we don’t.

Sexual orientation is one of those things.

Now, I personally believe that who we find ourselves attracted to is not a choice, and it pisses me off royally when religious fanatics and anti-gay advocates try to say otherwise.  Can you deny it when you have chemistry with someone?  Yes, we can control what we do about it, but we certainly can’t help the way our body and mind innately feels.

I am one of those liberal-minded folk who are completely comfortable with those who are of a different sexual orientation than myself.  I have never had a problem with other women hitting on me or seeing gay men gape at my sexy-ass husband.  One of my favorite movies of all time is Brokeback Mountain.  I fail to see how anyone can look at that kind of love and see it as anything other than beautiful.  Yes, it’s just a movie.  But the passion is undeniable.  Who cares if it it’s two men?

Yes, we are entitled to believe what we want.  Each to his or her own.  However, it poses a problem when our “beliefs” impose judgment or inequality upon others.

Hey, I don’t like when stupid, racist shitheads open their mouths, but I’m not about to tell them they can’t.  It’s their right to breathe.  Just like it’s their right to reproduce and buy a car and *gasp* even end up hosting a close-minded radio talk show.  I don’t have to like those kinds of people, so I make the choice to avoid being around them.

Because I believe that sexual orientation isn’t a choice, I also feel that limiting marriage or a legal union or sorts to heterosexual couples only is discimination.  I mean, really, if you’re opposed to gay marriage, don’t do it yourself.

How on earth does another couple’s relationship (be it straight or gay) have anything to do with you?

News flash: it doesn’t.

Call it what you will- a union, a marriage, a common-law, whatever- I really believe that a gay couple should have the same legal rights and benefits as a heterosexual couple.  By denying a loving pair of this, it is nothing other than discrimination upon a minority group.  It’s saying, you can’t have this because it’s not the norm.

Says who?  Well, for the religious fanatics who say, “God clearly says in Romans blah blah blah…,” get your head out of your ass and do a little research.  You *just might* be interpreting what is said there incorrectly.

Think what you will, but let he who has not sinned cast the first stone.  If you believe it’s wrong, don’t do it.  But on the flip side, it is wrong for you to judge another human being… and God said so.  If you think others are sinners for loving and engaging in a relationship with the same sex, look the other way.  Leave them alone.

In a society that has come so far, I am constantly reminded by current politics how close-minded so many of our citizens really are.

Tell me, where is the line between preservation of moral standards and refusing to allow something just because it’s different really drawn?

And why on earth do so many people think they have the God-given right to discriminate against those simply because of their sexual orientation?

I just don’t get it.

Current Mood: Mischievous

One of the reasons my sister is one of my favorite people ever is because the things that come out of her mouth never cease to amaze me.

Take last night’s phone conversation, for instance:

Kath: Hello?

Me: Hey there… I’m going to Target, do you want to come?

Kath: I’m watching porn on HBO!

Me: Like real porn?

Kath: Well, this girl just took off her shirt and her boobs are hanging out…

Me: Okay… so, Target.  You know you want to come with me.

Kath: Ugh, it’s kind of late…  Oh my gawd!  That guy’s taking off his pants!

Me:  Like all the way?

Kath: Yes!  There’s his ass!

Scotty: (in the background)  Yup, there it is.

Me: You need to focus, Kath, Target.  You know you don’t want to miss out on a trip to Target.

Kath: Ughhhh…  It’s a pretty nice ass.

Scotty: Yeah, it really is.

Me: Oh my gawd, guys, stop watching porn on HBO!

Kath: (Laughing)  OH MY GAWD!  There’s his peen! His peen is showing!

Me: Wow, like, for real?  They always look weird to me when I see them on T.V.

Kath: Nah, it just looks like a normal peen.

Me: So is he a “show-er” or a “grower”?**

Kath: Ummmm, I think a show-er.

Me: Figures.  It’s T.V.  Okay, so I’m going to come pick you up.

Kath: Holy shit!  They’re shoving a dildo up her pussy!  And there’s a circus!

Me: I’m leaving right now.

Kath: You can come watch porn with us!

Me: I’ll be there in just a minute.  (Literally… we live one minute away)

As I hung up, there was all kinds of other porn-related commotion and laughter that I’m not going to bother to repeat.

Ah, I love the people in my life.  The things that come out of their mouths just never get old.  And you thought my poo-poo mouth was one of a kind!

And no, I didn’t go watch the HBO porn with them.  Disappointing, huh.  Target was more interesting.  Besides, I already took a trip to the sex toy shop this week.

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**Oh, the show-ers and growers thing… this is referring to what kind of limp dick a particular guy has.  Some guys hang there at a pretty impressive length.  You see it and you think… holy cow!  That sucker’s gonna be at least 8 inches! Those are the “show-ers”

Then there are the “growers”.  Those are the penises that shrink to incredibly small and completely unimpressive proportions.  When relaxed, they sometimes manage to tuck themselves away so tight into their little sleeping bag that you just know they’re going to top off at 4 inches max.  If that’s the way you see it for the first time, you’d probably run full speed in the other direction.

Now, here’s the amazing part.  A penis has some hidden tricks up its… er, sleeve.  The terms “show-er” and “grower” have everything to do with the limp peen only.  And in fact, whether a particular big-Jim-and-the-twins is hanging at porn-star length or at a cowardly half-inch while relaxed has absolutely nothing to do with its full-grown length.

Yes, this means that whether one is a show-er or grower is completely irrelevant to the actual proportions to which a particular peen amounts.

And I must say, thank goodness that the “growers” can be every bit as impressive as the “show-ers” once they reach their full length… otherwise, well, nevermind…

This has been another original post bearing the word PENIS brought to you by that person who doesn’t know how to censor herself.  Amen.

Current Mood: Mischievous