It had been awhile sense the LOOK. I had seen it coming ’round a corner at the local grocery store. It is usually accompanied by a person who does not know me but feels that know enough about my kind to cast a LOOK!
The LOOK is notorious amongst my ‘kind’ and needs little introduction.
My partner knew of which I spoke. She had seen that ‘Look’ before too! Let me describe for you the ‘Look’ and perhaps, some of you will know what I’m talking about, as well. Description of the ‘Look’ The facial expression is never any different whether it is on a woman or a man! It is a scowl coupled with a hatred born from ages of tyranny. The disdain and repulsiveness is not from the scowl but from the eyes! Again, it is never any different whether it is from a man or a woman. The eyes, be them blue, green, hazel or brown, become black slits. Almost invisible to those of us without twenty-twenty vision. Yet, none of ‘Us’ really need to look these people in the eye because we can sense the ‘Presence’. The ‘Presence’ is remarkable in that it only carries one tone; vanity mixed with ignorance lacking charity. What happens when you turn your back on the ‘Look’ that denotes a ‘Presence’ of popular majority? I can only describe the ‘Feeling’ which is aroused! The ‘Feeling’ retreats way back into the archives of my younger years. A sense of sadness. A notion of not being good enough, ridiculed, scared and most importantly, alone! The ‘Question’ is always what follows the memories of ‘Feeling’ a ‘Presence’ of a ‘Look’ that I’ve known for so many years: Why was I born this way? Why don’t people like me? How come I feel so different? And, for those of us older than Rainbow flags and Pride Parades, who can I talk to? Let’s face it, I’m gay. Many other out there are, as well. We don’t want to walk into a church, a store, a job interview, a business meeting, with our ‘Pride’ on our sleeves. We do want to walk on our city streets, into our town hall meetings, our Earth Day celebrations, without the ‘Look’. The ‘Look’ that has caused 1 in 3 homosexuals to take their own lives. The ‘Look’ that won’t allow us to openly care for each other. The ‘Look’ that claims we are deviants to society though, most crimes are committed by middle class, heterosexuals white males. If I were granted just one wish it would be simple: To never feel reduced, hated, sad, misplaced and unwanted by the ‘Look’ ever again!
My dog is transgendered. I know she is. I believe from the moment she popped out of the vaginal shoot…she had every intention of being a ‘boy’. Sadly, she is not. She pisses like a boy. Picks random pointless and nonsensical fights with neighborhood dogs like a boy. And, up until recently, she humped my one male dog, you guessed it, as though, he were a girl. Mattie despises everything pretty. If she can’t mark it with her scent it ‘ain’t worth pissing on’. I accepted this about her. I embraced it. I encouraged non restrictive unisex doggie training. She is what she and that is all she will ever be.
Can a world imagine this possibility when it comes to its own human race? That we are who we were meant to be and the less interference with the laws of nature the better off and more serene we all will be.
For a moment, let’s pretend that I put a pink camo dog jacket on my dominant dog. I painted her nails…as is all the rage amongst the pussy breeds. I walk her on a leash showered with rhinestone and tugged and pulled and fussed and pissed and moaned when she began her one leg up urea pointed diagonally Male dog routine. Mattie would be unhappy. Confused. And, most importantly, the loving bond between us would never have room to grow.
I ‘LOOK’ at it this way. Is she hurting me? Is she hurting herself? And, of legal importance, is she harming others? NO!
Stated before by much more imaginative and deeper thinkers than I is this simple idea:
‘do unto others as you would have done to you!’
I have spent years entrenched in unconditional love. A love that arrives on four legs and licks the salt from my tears away. Tears that are shed for a world that accounts for difference as a tick that needs burning. Tears for a land of beings trying to get the human condition wrapped up around an unknown and cunning ailment called HATE!
The following is a paid for by LOVE company advertisement. It’s only hope had been to unite the world as it lives today.
But as my grandmother used to say,
‘when you stir a pot of goulash only the fat will rise to the top…all the good stuff will remain to be seen.’
Nabisco should be ashamed of themselves for their latest Honey Maid and Teddy Graham cracker commercial where they attempt to normalize sin. Right away it shows two men with a baby, followed by other families, and ends with different families pictured including the one with two dads. This commercial not only promotes homosexuality, but then calls the scene in the advertisement wholesome.
“One Million Moms stands up for biblical truth, which is very clear in Romans 1:26-27, about this particular type of sexual perversion…this is truly sad. If this is what Honey Maid thinks is wholesome, then my family will no longer purchase Honey Maid or Nabisco products,” ended the statement.”
-1 Million Moms
“Guess there will be one less overweight, looks like a dyke, talks like a lesbian, polyester clad middle-age woman at the Women’s Festival all you can eat S’more’s contest this year.”