More Thoughts on Life

Since we got home from vacation, it seems like my life has been very chaotic. Yes, I’m still trying to get to the photos we took in Maine when I can, and I’m not too tired to look at a monitor when I get home. So the photos have taken a back seat for a bit. And, I’m still nursing my left arm. While we were taking photos on a rocky coastline, I slipped and fell on the rocks. These were big rocks. I fell flat on my back, knocking the wind out of me. And yes, on my way down, I grabbed my camera in mid air and pulled it in close to my body to protect it. See, I have my priorities straight! :-)

Anyway, my arm hit the edge of another rock. There was this searing pain. I couldn’t feel my hand at all. I told Kent that I thought I had broken my arm. Then the pain left (got to love those endorphins) followed with euphoria, followed by intense pain again, followed by me feeling like I had to throw up, followed by Kent saying, “You are turning pale...”. And all in about one minute.

I sat up and just breathed. My arm felt like there was blood puddling in my jacket. When I got back to our room, my arm had some cuts on it. It still aches today, and now a good portion of my arm is that yellow-red-blue-ish color that looks awful. Moving on...

Not that I have my mind on the Boy Scouts, but last year there was an issue at work (which I can’t talk about even though we supposedly have “freedom of speech”), and once again this year, there is also an issue at work. Not worth going into, but I came across this article on Fox News, you know, the “Fair and unBalanced” people...

The city has ordered the organization to pay a fair-market rent of $200,000 — $199,999 more than its current $1 annual rate — to maintain its longtime offices in a landmark Philadelphia building because of its refusal to allow openly gay Scouts and Scout leaders.

City Solicitor says Romulo L. Diaz Jr. contends that Mayor John Street, City Council and the Fairmount Park Commission (which oversees historic properties) have been asking the Scouts for the past year to submit a clear-cut anti-discrimination policy, and they haven’t done so. In order to comply with Philadelphia laws, he said, he has given the Scouts a choice: agree definitively in writing to stop discriminating, or pay a new rent at market value. [...]

“We know there are gay Scouts,” he said. “Of course there are. We don’t care. Nobody cares. We tried to change the policy. National wouldn’t allow us. We’re trying to do the right thing as all parties are concerned.”

Diaz said such a philosophy is contradictory, and is still flat-out discrimination.

“You cannot welcome people when you say to them publicly, you’re not welcome if you’re gay, but privately you can come in,” he said. “No one is going to feel welcome or want to apply. It’s like (posting a job and saying), if you’re a homosexual, don’t apply here. That should enrage people.” (source)

Yes indeed, it should enrage people. Just like it should enrage people that the U.S. military is more often than not turning a blind eye to gays in the military who are in Iraq because now more than ever, they need bodies.. Hey, we get blown apart like every else, so I suppose we are all equal in that regard. But when this war is over and those brave gay soldiers are not desperately needed anymore in Iraq, they will be discharged. That’s worth at least a pout, isn’t it?

As far as the Boy Scouts of America is concerned, I’ve always maintained that as a private organization, they should be able to be as biased and bigoted as they want to be (the Supreme Court agrees with me on that). But I have to wonder, would the Supreme Court, or anyone else for that matter, agree if they decided to keep black children out of their organization? We all know the answer to that. We should at least be honest about this. We don’t mind them being biased in their membership AS LONG AS it’s against gay people. That’s the honest truth of it, and that is why this issue gets to me. They hide behind the old notion that all gay men might be-could be--wanna be-possibly be.... pedophiles, when they know damn well that being a pedophile and being gay are two entirely different issues. Kind of like, gee, being a straight man and being a pedophile are two entirely different issues. But, they want to protect the children just in case one gets through. That is their reasoning, they say. But the real reason is simple plain old bigotry. Nothing more. Nothing less.

As far as the military goes, to help this issue of low morale and low enrollment, we have started to allow people with criminal records into the military. Their status as felons is known, and they are let in. A gay person who tries to join the military is turned away if they make their gayness known. I guess it’s better to be a felon.

It’s a sign of the times. Things are changing over time I believe. And for the first time ever, we may actually have a national bill that ends job discrimination against gay, lesbian, and bisexual citizens. Of course, we still want to be able to fire transgendered people (someone has to be “queer” and since being gay is less “queer” than it used to be, I guess the transgendered people win the prize). Why is it that we have within us a need to pick on someone? Why can’t we just come to the conclusion that, as long as people are appropriate at work and do their job, it’s really none of our damn business what they are inside? We all have gifts. We all have talents.

At least, the bill is advancing and may have a shot of passing Congress, with a guaranteed VETO from the big dip in the White House. We should not feel bad about this though. He loves uninsured children also and just vetoed a bill because it was too expensive. Here’s a statistic for you: 40 days of what we pay for the war in Iraq = insuring 10 million children for 1 year. And he vetoed the bill.

I’ve also been taken aback a bit at the discussions on the news about whether or not “water boarding” is actually torture. I can’t believe the question even needs to be asked. What does it say about our country that we are debating if it crossed the line to water board a person, without admitting that we are torturing that person, or totally ignoring the Geneva Convention? Our country is in a sad place right now. Maybe that’s why I like to come home, have a drink, chill out, talk to my cats, cook, and live life without worrying too much about where we are heading. I live out in the country. All of that crap is happening “out there”. Right?

Finally, last night, we went to Alumni & Faculty Awards Gala, where Kent was receiving the Faculty Excellence in Research Award. The program was in two parts. First, a very nice reception where food and drink was served, where various people spoke, including the new President of the Univ. of Connecticut. This was followed by the awards ceremony, where each applicant as announced, and a summation of their many achievements were read to the audience. All of the recipients were quite amazing and dynamic people.

After each introduction, the award recipient would talk and share their thoughts. Many times, it was so personal that they would cry. You know me. Anytime someone shares something so close and personal to their heart that they are willing to expose that part of themselves in a very vulnerable and public way, I feel honored to be there for that moment. I thought to myself, Kent’s talk will be less emotional. He did after all, write out what he was going to say. His speech was very nice, and then he said this to everyone:

But, of course, any career includes along with its successes its share of disappointments. Every time I came home with another grant proposal turned down, my partner, Bill, has been there to pick me up off the floor, give me a good kick in the seat of the pants (or a hug, depending on the circumstances), and get me going again. Bill, this award is as much yours as it is mine.

At that point, I heard a friend sitting behind us say under her breath, “nice!”. I didn’t expect this. Kent doesn’t share like that in such a public forum. People know about us. We keep nothing secret, so I am always included in the university functions as his spouse. But there were so many strangers there. And, he came out to them, and declared his love for me. I became filled with emotion, and the tears started rolling. He came back to his seat and sat down, and I put my arm around him and gave him a big hug. I deeply love this man. I’m so damn lucky.

I’m grateful for my life and it all seems so worthwhile when something like this happens. What an awesome journey this is!