Clueless

UGH! I had one of those email forwards sent to me . . .you know the kind you have a million times a day and just delete because you know you will not get a wish after you send it to 25 special friends. Well, my best friend sent me one and it was racist and I was shocked. I told her it offended me and she got really upset. As a matter of fact being the person I am I re-worked it so it was about gay people not people of color so she would see what I meant about it. I thought it was over and done with but she felt the need to poll everyone about whether or not it was racist (they said it was). Now, this friend is very vocal and never afraid to tell anyone what she thinks about how they live their lives but yet someone says one thing to her and she's all offended. To top it off, there are only two really active members on our church outreach committee and she committed to helping once she graduated which she did in May. First meeting she was a no show. I am begining to feel my friend is a fair-weathered one. I feel like I am in high school again.

Office Whipping Girl

Did I mention I work in an office? I have a narcissistic boss that intimidates me so much I feel like I am taking a risk saying it even here. Is it necessary to live in terror everyday? On the plus side I am blessed to have a job and I just have to look at it as a lesson. I know that I am learning from these experiences and God has a purpose for me in this situation. I work 9.5 to 10 hours a day, eat at my desk and never leave my office...I guess this explains why my butt is so big. I had great plans to come home and make dinner and while it was in the oven I thought I would swim. Too cold with all the rain maybe I'll walk later. Ugh.

Intro that turned into a rant

I keep thinking that I can keep up with a blog. . .but I also wonder what the big deal is over the whole lesbian issue. I really could not be any more straight. . .I live in the 'burbs, drive a SUV, commute everyday, attend Church faithfully and even serve on our Church Council; my spouse is a deacon for goodness sakes! I even scrapbook--avidly. Yet because my spouse is missing the most important 6 inches of skin to ever occupy a body it makes us some how "different" and "not normal".

Yet, if I were anymore normal I would be in a coma. Sometimes I realize the whole lesbian identity is all that keeps me from being truly boring. What's more is that I never was straight, nope, been like this all my life. I love to have my nails done, hair highlighted and who doesn't love a fabulous Louis Vuttion Handbag I ask? My spouse, butch, and cute. And I like it that way.

Sometimes I feel this pressure from the lesbian/feminist community that seems to say "just because we are lesbians doesn't mean we have to look like a guy". Like the butch woman is the lesbian community's Uncle Tom. As if we should all be trying to pass for straight girls or something. And isn't it hypocritical for feminists to tell others how they should look? If my spouse is a butch girl that's her business.

Now, the Christian Right is just as hypocritical. Our Commission from our Savior is to love one another yet all I seem to hear about queers and the church is a message of hate. For those that believe that homosexuality is a sin remember that God hates all sin so less just agree that we are all sinners and fall short of the glory of God and MOVE ON!

Well, I am off to deal with the mundane life of a lesbian, grocery shopping and getting the dog groomed.