For The Bible Tells Me So November 29, 2007

Last night, I went to a showing of the movie, “For the Bible Tells Me So.”  I cried, I laughed, I cried some more.  The movie eduactes on homosexuality and specifically in the Bible.  I’ve always known how I felt about gay issues but this movie gave me the facts and the dialoug to go with it.  Being Episcopal is getting trickier, especially with this issue.  I know it is something I will be asked my opinion and I feel strongly about the fact that the Bible is a guide for us and it is not verbatim what took place.  I liked how it compared the passages about homosexuality to the ones about not wearing linen and wool at the same time or the one that says to give ALL your money to the poor.  I want to rub this in the face of those haters out there that have no compassion or understanding.  “Hey, you, did you eat pig recntly? Oh, welp, we better stone ye to death.” 

It isn’t about disagreeing with a lifestyle.  Everyone can have their own opinion.  It’s the hate and the ignorance that leaves me with my head shaking.  The images of the young man with a poster that read, “Fag’s = Death” and when he spoke his words were so childlike, “I like to beat up fags because it’s fun.  They’re just so, eww.”  I realize that I must defend my opinions better then he did and that takes education.  This movie was a great place to start but not the end.

Candy Canes and Dollar Bills November 29, 2007

Turkey Digested, pumpkin pie turned to fat, eggnog has been bought and I’m looking foreward to the holiday parties.  Advent starts on December 2nd and that’s when I will be doing some minor decorating to our house.  I didn’t know about advent before meeting Wil.  My family was what we like to call the lilies and  poinsettias.  Advent is the four weeks leading up to Christmas Day and then the twelve days of Christmas follow that.  Advent is meant to be a hopeless time, before Jesus came on the scene. 

Materialism of this holiday has taken over.  We, as Americans, are obsessed with blow up yard ornaments and stuffing those stockings.  I definitly always find something that I would like to have for Christmas.  But the guilt always hits me.  How can I expect so much when others have so little?  This is where giving to chairities comes in.  What sucks is, I tend to only give around the holidays.  How about the other months of the year?

As you can see, I am struggling with the way things are and how to change them.  What would my parents say if I asked them to give to a charity for my gift and I know Wil’s mom would be like, “What?”  She is all about the gift giving.  Would Christmas be the same magical holiday that it is without the gifts?  What if we only allowed the giving of three gifts and we had to pick three different people to give them to?  I think that would be very cool unless you had an immediate family of 7.

Do You See What I See? November 2, 2007

For Halloween, Lower Alston (That’s my ‘hood) dressed as the nativity scene.  We had Vic as Baby Jesus, Matt Wise as THE wise man, Eric as Virgin Mary (and Aaron said that he could fix that…eww), Wil as Joseph/Saudi, Myself as the Angel, Therese as the wise ass, and Rachel as a playboy bunny (Yeah, I don’t know). We got tons of trick or treaters.  We would sing them Christmas Carols and the Wise Man brought them gifts of chocolate.  One teenage boy had no costume, I mean like he didn’t even try so I questioned his candy getting skills and he says, “I’m dressed like a teenager.”  Though be it the scariest costume I saw of the night it also brought this reaction from my mouth, “Well, you’d better take off that mask.”  OooooOoooo.  Actually, I felt guilty after saying it but he did have the balls to trick or treat without a costume.  Later that night, we all gathered round the movie projector and white sheet that Therese had hung up outside and watched Halloween.  I had never seen this movie even though I new what the main killer dude looked like.  Well, a couple of things struck me besides the obvious bad horror movie stuff. One, Michael(the killer) never runs but his victims do.  Somehow, the victims need breathers every 100 ft. therefore allowing Michael not only to catch up but to find an even better hiding place.  The other thing I noticed was that Jamie Lee Curtis (which all the guys watching the movie thought she was hot) totally looks guy-ish (to me.)  I know there’s that little rumour about her gender and I can sort of see it. Anyone with me?

On a totally different note, I bartended for the first time ever tonight, by myself, for the class of 1957.  They wanted scotch with a spalsh of scotch on the scotch.  Goodness, the old guys could drink and the women wanted white wine by the bottles full.  It was fun but I was totally nervous since for one I don’t know how to make most mix drinks and two, I suck at opening wine bottles.  All was not lost, I will be paid for my time making the old people of Sewanee drunk…..very drunk.