Things hurt as I came down the stairs, back, calves, feet. "Oh, ouch, oo." This is going to take more than a cap of fish oil and a vitamin D tablet, I thought. Concentrate, was my next thought, as I hesitated on the turn in the stairs where, if any one is going to slip, people fall.
Sam and I had “partied” the night before, just the two of us, for the end of the 4th week that we’re both off work. Why not, we thought. But, consequently, I was feeling quite “tired” all day. Yes, lets say tired.
I did nothing much all day, except lay on the couch with my lap-top. I read the news online, first up, as you do, which lead to reading gay news online, which lead to what the nutty Christian Right is up to. The Truth About…. American’s for something or other… Peter LaBarbera seemed to be the name that featured most.
Why do men who claim to be straight and Christian fixate on homosexuality? It has always seemed odd to me. Peter LaBarbera, our own Fred Nile, to name but two. There was a study done recently that concluded that anti gay bullies generally grow up to be gay themselves.
A couple of quotes from the internet, from RationalWiki
LaBarbera has earned the nickname "Porno Pete" as he loves to spend his free time attending gay fetish events like the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco and International Mr Leather in Chicago. While surrounded by hot gay men in leather chaps, he does what any good Christian heterosexual family values campaigner does: grabs a camera, takes dozens of photographs and puts them on the web.
On 9 February 2012, LaBarbera called for the arrest of Dan Savage for launching the "It Gets Better" campaign. His reasoning? That the campaign was actually making suicides among LGBT teens worse.
I should find these guys infuriating, but I find them endlessly fascinating. Why do grown men who have supposedly found the basis of life in their religion get so caught up on what must be a minor part of their faith and their lives, namely gay people? It always smacks of men protesting just way too much.
There was some South American (I have no idea if he was South American, but he had a Spanish sounding name) right wing Christian writer who tried to make something out of American serial killers being gay. Nine out of ten American serial killers, the top ten, most, all, I can’t remember what he said now. So then I read about American serial killers.
Initially, I was surprised to see how many gay serial killers there were, but when I counted them up roughly (very roughly) it seemed like about 10% of the total number of serial killers were gay, so I guess that is right. I reckon you could, probably, expected there to be a greater number of gay serial killers when you think about it. Straight serial killers have never been accused of being deviants because of there heterosexuality, unlike gay serial killers, so you could almost expect there to be more gay serial killers because of this fact.
The fire burned and the pages of serial killers flowed. Goodness me there are some doozies.
I found that a good number of serial killers, gay or straight, had bible thumping Christian parents. So there is a thing.
OMG! Some of them. Really? What happened to them in their lives? Ed Gein what he did, shiver up the spine.
I lay on the couch pretty much for most of the day. I was feeling poorly for nearly all of it. Well, not so much poorly as tired and grumpy. Yes, tired and grumpy.
It was a quiet Saturday night, to be sure.
Eventually, I got up and cleaned up the kitchen, which I thought was never going to happen, but as Sam got up and diligently cooked for both of us, I had no real choice, no matter how tired I felt. It is the misery function, cleaning the dishes. There is nothing creative about washing dishes. It is just congealed fat and leftover scraps. Lovely.
We watched Struggle Street and English detective shows on the ABC.
We went to bed at 9.30pm, at which point Jill responded to my text about going to see a therapist, I know, about her weight. I thought she was at Leah’s 50th (the one I wasn’t invited to) and surely it would be in full swing at 9.30pm. Why would she be looking at her texts from me at 9.30 if she was having a good time? I ask you?
Yes, I want to, she said.
I was out like a light.
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