I didn’t dig deep into the Portman story. Yes, he was presented with a dilemma for a Conservative Republican in that his son is gay, and two years after the fact, when states are trying to make gay marriage legal, he finally jumped on the bandwagon. Of course, a candidate has to rally votes for the next election.
But I’m not here to give him press attention. Gays have been in the closet for so many years and that is sad. In the past hundreds of years they would have just gotten married and had kids, and slept in the single beds the TV Ricky and Lucy or Laura and Rob Petrie didn’t share. Nothing about those folks, sorry.
With the rights epidemic (yes, I worked on it for jobs and apartments in NYC decades ago) going on, I thought everything was going well. Then came AIDS, and more stigma. Or stigmata.
For every person struck down by AIDS, I send my love to their families and friends. For the Federal government to fail to give research funds for this issue is a crime against the American people.
Yesterday, marriage meant a commitment. Now it means access to a hospital room where only family is admitted, health insurance, and the right to make life decisions, be executors of a will and keep the house without inheritance taxes.
The gay couples I know and love deserve to be treated as human beings with all of the c**p that we all deal with but not more because of their sexual orientation.
I love my brothers and sisters who have taken another path. I see bonds there that are as strong or stronger than what my husband and I have in our heterosexual marriage.
To talk of the Bible and love and compassion, I think few of us have either for any human beings, including our families and friends. If we did, we wouldn’t be at war.
People here purposely close the elevator door on us so they don’t have to ever meet us. What kind of neighborhood is that? Dee
Cooking with Dee 