They stopped me on the street and asked me about Newsweek’s cover— “Obama: The First Gay President?”
I told them, “No comment.”
They pressed me and asked if I thought it were appropriate.
I said, “He’s not a homosexual. He has a wife and children. I understand the allegory, but I’m not political, so I have no real comment.”
They let me go about my day after that. I’ve gotten text messages from friends who saw me on the news too. All I could think about was how uncomfortable the question made me.
I am not a member of any political party. My determination when it comes to the goings-on of the men and women of office echoes the Bible:
"Do not put your trust in nobles, nor in the son of earthling man, to whom no salvation belongs." (Pslams 146:3)
I am, therefore, politically neutral.
There are enough outspoken and ignorant psuedo-Christians running around that I did not want to delve into deeper issues for fear that I’d be considered one of them.
@1 year ago with 2 notes
#Barak Obama #Fox News #gay #gay marriage #personal #politics #religion #television #Detroit
bright sunshiny days at home;
I went on a “date” on Saturday with an old friend from high school. We ran into each other when I went uptown to see explosions in the sky. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the money to buy tickets in advance, and by the time I got to the theater, the show was sold out. I had ran into Sam on the street. He was just coming off of his job as a waiter. He grew up to be skinny but handsome, and I was happy to see him. Date is in quotation marks because Sam- who is a perfect gentleman, a kind human being and fun to be around— is gay. Considering the way my love life goes, it seems fitting that my first date with a guy is with a gay man.
"Let me go home and change, and we’ll have some dinner."
I had went to the bookstore in the middle of town to wait for him. It’s about here where I started to feel cold. I thought perhaps the bookstore was cold (because Saturday was unseasonably warm) but I gradually realized with dismay that it was the sick chills.
We decided on sushi. It was my first time having sushi in 10 years. My verdict? Maybe it’s because I was feeling sick, but I didn’t like it. It was too chewy. I had asked him to take me home a bit early and gave him back his sweater as we pulled up to my house.
I came in with a blinding headache, horrible stomach pain and that awful, breath-taking cough I’ve had going on six weeks. I took Nyquil and hit the sack at 8:30.
Sunday was spent chugging Pepto Bismol and Pedialyte and shuffling from the toilet to the bed. Today was along the same lines, though I felt well enough to talk with my parents a couple of hours, chill with Iris and talk on the phone with Brianna. After two days with this awful stomach flu, I’m finally starting to feel like myself again, which is great.
Being sick is isolating. I can’t wait to get back to the rest of my life— going to the gym, playing with my sisters and my brother, going to the Hall, going back to work and going to see Minus the Bear on Wednesday night.
It’s been a long weekend.
@2 years ago with 3 notes
#adulthood struggles #personal #sickness #gay