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I am not ashamed to be a Methodist...but, they should be |
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Written by Vickye Ashton
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Tuesday, 08 May 2012 17:08 |
Dear Methodist General Conference,
Congratulations. You’ve just re-affirmed acceptance of homophobia in the name of a man who told you to go and love everyone…without exception.
In this day and age, one would think that we have moved past this pettiness and into a space where we can allow for love to thrive, unhindered. One would expect a world that can see what is obvious: love is love is love. One would hope that we have learned from our lessons of the past: singling out a group for derision never ends well…for anyone, but most especially for that group.
You see, you can take the Bible, point to a few carefully picked verses, and claim that this is what God wants, but I would be very careful about doing that. As soon as you start using the Bible, or Jesus, as a tool of segregation, you have totally missed the point of your religion. Moreover, you seem to have completely missed the New Testament.
Jesus didn’t put caveats, disclaimers, conditions, or rules on his order to love you neighbor. He never said that anyone had any reason that they shouldn’t be able to hang with him. In fact, he chose to hang with those who most of us wouldn’t want to share a pew with on Sundays. And, he just loved them. He never told anyone they were “incompatible “with his teachings.
The main point behind almost all of Jesus’s lessons were to be kind to each other. I fail to see how telling a person that they are “incompatible” with lessons about kindness, simply because of who they fell in love with, is following Jesus’s teachings. It is simply mean. It serves no purpose other than to make a small-minded person feel big.
Homosexuality is not, nor has it ever been, incompatible with Christian teachings. However, homophobia, and the promulgation of it, IS.
I love my gay families and when you are talking to them, you are talking to ME.
Methodists vote to keep derogatory anti-gay language.
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Pecs and the City |
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Written by Matt Ponder
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Tuesday, 08 May 2012 14:52 |
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So, you finally met the one, you've played the dating game, set the sheets on fire, learned to sleep in the same bed and left your toothbrush at his house. You finally found the courage to say the L word — that's love, not lesbian — and now you're left with that final step. Cohabitation. Terrifying, right?
Someone is going to be there with you all the time to see you at your worst. Will he still love you when he sees you every day, warts and all? Not only that, the odds are you won't be able to leave your cereal bowl on the coffee table for a week. It's scary and exciting and nerve-wracking all at the same time.
Yes, I'm fully aware that I have written about the joys of being single and living alone. I believe my exact words were: "Not only are you free to date and flirt and fuck to your heart's content, but you can watch porn any time you want, throw your clothes on the floor and drink orange juice right out of the carton. It's awesome. If you want to jump up and fly to Vegas for a weekend full of whiskey and wet Platinum, have at it. If you want to strip down and dance on the coffee table in nothing but your Asics, knock you, sell out. Freedom reigns, baby." I still believe that. If you're single.
I also revealed the other side of the coin: "You do sleep alone — that can be a blessing or a curse, I guess — and there's no one waiting for you when you get home. You have no one special to share life's amazing moments and no one to hold you close when you're feeling down. When you're alone, you are alone with your empty bedroom and uninhabited living room seemingly closing in on you."
There are pros and cons to a life lived with the person you love. Are you familiar with the saying "familiarity breeds contempt"? Let me boil that down for you: it means being around someone all the time has the tendency to make you want to slit his throat while he sleeps. Okay maybe it's not that bad, but just like every other facet of a real relationship living with someone takes a lot of work. The quirks and bad habits that you both have will be thrust into a spotlight.
Oh, you don't have any bad habits? Is that so? See the thing is what you may not consider a bad habit may actually be something that drives your partner crazy. Maybe you feel like the dishwasher has to be loaded a certain way in order to get the maximum cleaning effect. Sounds like a good idea, right? But when someone puts the dishes in the dishwasher in a way that you feel is incorrect and you complain about this time and time again, your nagging is definitely a bad habit.
Here's an example: when my boyfriend leaves half empty water bottles or glasses of water sitting around my apartment I tend to pick them up and take them to the kitchen. I feel like unless we are currently starring in the movie Signs, there's realy no need for this kind of behaviour. It turns out he leaves them scattered around so he has water nearby whenever he needs it, which is perfectly logical and apparently quite common. When I get rid of the bottles and glasses he has to go back to the kitchen for more water and this tends to irritate him. These are two perfectly normal behaviours, but each of us sees the other's actions as a bad habit.
There are plenty more extreme examples, but I used this one as one way to say how the smaller things that will annoy you about your partner are trivial, and all you have to do is shrug them off and your new life together will be so much easier. There's a huge difference between the bad habit of selling heroin from your house and the bad habit of leaving the cap off of the toothpaste. You need to always remember to pick your battles.
When you live with someone there are many decisions you will have to make and responsibilities you have to share. Just like every column I've written in these pages about every part of a mature and healthy relationship, communication is the key whether you're discussing the proper place to display your vintage Star Wars poster or whether or not to paint the house as pink as Nicki Minaj's new wig, all decisions are made together. Compromising and keeping an open mind are staples a your new two-sided decisions. Some things don't need to be discussed in a committee — like when to feed the dogs or which show to watch first on the DVR, but the things which affect you both and the things that both of you feel strongly about are definitely going to be on the table.
Believe it or not the dynamic of a gay relationship actually lends itself to faster resolutions. I'm sure you've heard that irritating and somewhat homophobic thing that straight people say: "well, which one of you is the wife?" Well, guess what? Because there is no traditional division of power — which even now in the age of empowered women seems archaic — it is a known fact that gay couples argue more constructively and with more humour than our heterosexual friends. Not only that, but fairness and power sharing are more prevalent in gay relationships than they are in straight relationships. What does this mean? It means that we can come to a civil solution a lot quicker than Dick and Jane arguing over what kind of wallpaper to put in the master bathroom.
Now let's say you can't come to an agreement about something involving your home or your money or your relationship and your discussion is now a full-blown argument. The best advice I can give you is don't go to bed until it's resolved. Going to bed angry is the absolute worst. It feels like there's a thousand miles between the two of you as you lay there waiting for the other person to apologise. So let me repeat myself: never go to bed angry. Simple, right? The one thing you have to realise, however, is that you have to be mature enough to cool down your argument, talk it out until it's resolved, and then engage in, ahem.. "making up". All before that 6.45 a.m. alarm.
So we've talked about communication and keeping your fights out of the bedroom — two simple things that often don't feel very simple — but there's one other thing that is very important: time for yourself. Like I said earlier; being around someone every day can be taxing, especially when you still haven't learned to shrug off the petty annoyances that come with cohabitation.
It's in everyone's best interest if both of you take time away from your relationship (Disclaimer: When I say time away from your relationship. I do not mean the kind of "time away" where you have sex with other people.) to do your own thing, whether it's hanging out in the clubs with your friends, spending the afternoon riding the trails or going to a movie that your partner has no interest in seeing. It can even be a trip home for a couple days to visit your parents or a weekend trip out of town to catch up with an old friend. It's surprising how much you appreciate someone when you haven't seen them for a few days. I guess that other saying: "absence makes the heart grow fonder" is veny true as well.
Now that we've gone over the ways to survive living with the person you love without going to jail for murder, let's wrap this up by talking about how awesome it can be. A smile always waiting for you when you get home. A body wrapped in your arms at night. A constant companion and friend to share all the little things that make you happy. A helping hand in repairs, yard work and even in your latest culinaly experiment. A wardrobe consultant when you need it and a voice of reason when you really need it. A sounding board when you want to rant about work or complain about the character development on The Vampire Diaries. It's all of these things and so much more. It's everything every one of us hopes for and dreams about when see are ready to settle down and share our lives with someone who is our partner and our equal. Keep an open mind and an open heart as you start your journey together. Fill your home with light, love and laughter and everything else will fall into place. And don't forget to pick up your water bottles.
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On Femme-ininity - Part 2 |
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Written by Pamela Brooks
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Sunday, 01 April 2012 23:47 |
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So here is Part 2, or the conclusion of my recent pondering on femininity versus femme-ininity. In case you missed part 1, I posted it yesterday so it should not be hard to find, but here's the link. At the end I was explaining how I came to love the word QUEER....and why.
...Merriam-Webster includes this meaning (2a) of the word queer: “differing in some odd way from what is usual or normal. “ Praise be to the Goddess!! I don’t want to be usual or normal! Odd is OK. Queer is me. I am Queer. Here’s my personal logic: every group or letter within the rainbow--lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, intersex, asexual-- has unique issues and needs. Looking for commonalities in issues and wants makes us sometimes seem more unalike than alike. We don’t all have sex with same-sex people and contrary to the hetero-majority assumptions we are not interchangeable. Each letter does not have that much in common with the other letters except for the fact that we are each different from the heterosexual norm. I have seen this alphabet with even more letters; an extra Q for questioning, an extra A for allies. I would love to see everyone unite behind Queer. It seems like a better platform to say “we are different than you, we are human beings, and we deserve the same rights as all human beings” than to continue to add letters to an ever-growing continuum of people who are different that serves to divide us by our differences. And then try to explain all those differences to the rest of the world. I’m not suggesting the labels, needs and issues of each group go away or should, just that as a rallying force and a way to unite for equality, queer is simple and inclusive.
In the meantime, until I can convince everybody to use the word "queer", I decided I would go with it for myself! Yes I am lesbian. Yes I am a femme lesbian, but ultimately I am proudly different and proudly queer and I purposefully, intentionally go out into the world each day as a Queer Femme now. See how I circled us around back to intention? LOL
To intentionally be queer in my femme-ininity I take it to a different place than I used to with femininity before I came out. Queer Femme is to mix up my very girly side with that inner butch twist . I started off by wearing dresses with Doc Marten’s; then femmy skirts with men's jackets. I moved past that years ago, but you get the drift. Feminine clothes but with a masculine edge where I can, whether it’s chunkier more edgy jewelry, harder-edged makeup, a sassier lip color. Clothing that hugs and flatter curves (even bulges) that women-loving-women love instead of wearing clothes that hide curves. I’ve joked many times about having to tattoo an “L” on my forehead so people would know that I’m gay. I am so gay. I can’t help it that I don’t look what people think gay looks like.
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On Femme-ininity - Part 1 |
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Written by Pamela Brooks
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Sunday, 01 April 2012 23:45 |
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I’ve been pondering all things “femme” of late. As my pondering turned to writing on this topic, the post got a little lengthy so I'm splitting it into two parts. So don't be surprised when you get to the end and...well you'll just have to get there and you'll see. Read on.
Since bursting out of the closet, I considered myself a femme lesbian as did all the people in my life--once they got used to it that is. I went through a period of figuring out what my identity was in the beginning and I got definitive feedback that I am not a butch. I’m not androgynous or tomboy-ish; those terms don’t quite fit either. I’ve always presented as very feminine and I liked all the standard girly toys as a kid. Of course, so did my gorgeous gay brother but that is another story. Dolls, dollhouses, EZ Bake ovens, playing dress-up, “toy” nail polish and perfume. I thought it was all great. My favorite present ever received for Christmas was when I was about 9. My mom, I mean Santa, presented me with a box about 3 feet high and 3 feet wide that was filled with many smaller boxes and packages. Inside each was some type of feminine beauty product: mirrors, lip balms, barrettes, headbands, perfumes, powders, jewelry, bubble baths, beauty bags to put the stuff in and more. I thought I was in heaven. I would love to receive another box like that right now---but from Sephora : )! The appreciation of all things feminine carried over into adulthood and I cannot have enough beauty products to this day. But are beauty products what make me a femme? I’ve known butch women who had as many products as me, if not more.
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