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azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-16 11:49 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-16 11:49 pm
Goddamn bigots
Everybody's got their weak spots. I just discovered one of mine, and one of a friend's.
It seems that a friend (who shall remain nameless, even to the point where their name is mutilated here in my journal, but who isn't Sis and isn't Darkside, the two important people in my life) is a complete bigot where it comes to gays. I was talking on the phone with this person, and the topic happened to come up, and I was treated, if that's the word, to a tirade the likes of which I hadn't heard since I'd written it myself to come out of the mouth of a character in my novel who got smacked down the instant he shut up.
I was so furious I could not say a word.
I brought up the topic to Sis somewhat later. "Oh, guess what an interesting conversation I had today!" I said brightly, somewhat steaming. "I was talking about how Nephew loves the rainbow he got for his birthday, and how he's decided he's the rainbow Power Ranger."
We made maternal "aww how adorable" noises.
"So then I got to listen to a rant on how we really ought to be careful with letting him do that."
"Oh? Why so?"
"Because," I said, choosing my words carefully, to stick as closely as possible to the original phrasing, "the faggots have the rainbow as their flag."
"Who said that??" Sis wanted to know.
I told her.
Apparently this person has a bigoted streak a mile wide when it comes to gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and so forth. Apparently I did the exact wrong thing in shutting the hell up and steaming quietly to myself until I could find something polite to say. I did consider hanging up the phone just then....
...I rather wish I had. I really wish I had.
Hell of a thing to find out about a friend.
Sis says that since I didn't say anything, she'll have to have a word with this person, and she should have warned me.
...yeah, probably.
It seems that a friend (who shall remain nameless, even to the point where their name is mutilated here in my journal, but who isn't Sis and isn't Darkside, the two important people in my life) is a complete bigot where it comes to gays. I was talking on the phone with this person, and the topic happened to come up, and I was treated, if that's the word, to a tirade the likes of which I hadn't heard since I'd written it myself to come out of the mouth of a character in my novel who got smacked down the instant he shut up.
I was so furious I could not say a word.
I brought up the topic to Sis somewhat later. "Oh, guess what an interesting conversation I had today!" I said brightly, somewhat steaming. "I was talking about how Nephew loves the rainbow he got for his birthday, and how he's decided he's the rainbow Power Ranger."
We made maternal "aww how adorable" noises.
"So then I got to listen to a rant on how we really ought to be careful with letting him do that."
"Oh? Why so?"
"Because," I said, choosing my words carefully, to stick as closely as possible to the original phrasing, "the faggots have the rainbow as their flag."
"Who said that??" Sis wanted to know.
I told her.
Apparently this person has a bigoted streak a mile wide when it comes to gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and so forth. Apparently I did the exact wrong thing in shutting the hell up and steaming quietly to myself until I could find something polite to say. I did consider hanging up the phone just then....
...I rather wish I had. I really wish I had.
Hell of a thing to find out about a friend.
Sis says that since I didn't say anything, she'll have to have a word with this person, and she should have warned me.
...yeah, probably.
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Likewise, there are bitches out here in the SF Bay Area who despise gay, lesbian, etc.
You never know. Expect the unexpected, but demand open-mindeness.
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I guess I need to demand it harder. This is one of my first times running smack into bigotry, and it's hitting me hard.
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Lived in Alaska for 20 years of my life, and did not own a television in the family until I was 18.
Let's see what I can get done while I still believe love and trust are possible.
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Choosing favorites
the battery-operated pencil sharpener
the microwave, for indoor s'mores and lots of fun with food
the water heater
the oscilloscope
the pink lamp just the perfect size for reading by
my word processor
my father's food processor (a really nifty blender called the Vitamixer, super-powered and really loud)
the shop-vac we call R2-D2
the radio and the 8" fan, both used more for their noisemaking and noise masking properties than for their intended purpose
my father's label-making machine
the great big construction lights my dad used to combat Seasonal Affective Disorder
Least favorite:
alarm clock that keeps resetting itself
the well pump that kept having severe problems
printer from my old Macintosh that didn't feed paper
my mother's supremely ugly lamp