If homosexuality is a disease, can I call into work 'gay'?

Okay, I may have stole that, but don't ask me from where, because I have no idea. But I love it. It is an interesting connundrum. I am guessing the answer is no. Damn conservatives don't want us to marry, raise children or call into work gay. How does that go, damned if you do, blah blah blah.

There's been quite of bit of press in the Blade about gay couples though. The world's views are progressing, even if some parts of America are not. As my brother would say, "Gooooooooo Gays!" I miss that little shit. He's one of the most kind hearted and tolerant human beings that I know. I wish I could be more like him. I'm like the older, fatter and more bitter version of him. Wish you all the best D, hope all is well and that you are free soon to live life the way you want to.

It is that damn time of the year again. I've got this huge holiday chip on my shoulder. I am not "well" during this time of the year. Perhaps it is my secular views of the world, call me an athiest or an agnostic or whatever, but I tell ya, I am a little disappointed that many folks who seem to be like me, on the surface anyway, pretend to be someone else during the holidays. That someone else is usually a god-fearing, midnight-mass attending zealot. I struggle with reconciling religion and "celebrating" life during this time of the year.

Perhaps it is because I am so hypersensitive, like this puppy, that my emotions get the best of me. Family that you haven't seen for a while come back into your life and quickly exit again.

Perhaps it is because I know that I won't see some of that family again (mom, grandpa, grandma) and that is what is stressing me.

Perhaps it is the expectation that everything in the world and life is good and there are only hundreds of reasons to celebrate, and all the reasons not to celebrate are given permission to be ignored. Perhaps I need to stop "worrying" about so many sad or regrettable events of the world that I have little to no influence over.

Perhaps it is the morose feelings that winter brings. Season of cold, death, desolate. I really like the sun, and there isn't much of it during the winter (especially NOW in Scotland!)

Perhaps it is a combination of all of these, and my ego needs to genuflect to the power of my psyche and move on.

I do consider myself a very optimistic person and yet sometimes this time of the year really gets the better of me. However, I frequently rely on humour and the company of good friends to help it all pass. This little "seasonal" site from a funny blogger helped me a bit. Enjoy.