What. Is. The. Problem?!?!

So I’ve been sitting on the edge of my seat for the last week or so, waiting to see if NY is going to allow me to become a first-class citizen by passing the Marriage Equality Bill or not, and all I keep reading about is that there have to be religious carve-outs made, we must protect the churches, gays are going to destroy the earth, etc.  So I thought to myself, “What the hell does this bill actually SAY?”  So i go and find it.  Here it is : Marriage Equality Bill.   (Side note: I CANNOT believe that they actually still type this crap on a typewriter and then scan it in, but whatever.)

So I read this fairly simple, 5-page document and I’m left scratching my damn head.  There are several paragraphs specifically stating that any religious body is explicitly exempt from having to go against any tenet of thier faith which may disagree with allowing same-sex marriage.  Furthermore, it says that their refusal on the grounds of faith is NOT subject to any civil case against them.  Basically, any religious body can tell me to go away and that will be fine and they cannot be sued for it.

Soooooo…..what exactly is the holdup?  All we are asking for is for the government to recognize it.  Churches and synagogues and mosques are more than welcome to tell me to go to hell (as I’m sure they will), and I am 100% fine with that.   I just need the city clerk to say, “Sign here.  And you sign here.  Congratulations.   NEXT!”  That’s it.

It’s simple, in my eyes.  But I’ve read such crazy things this past week, that I can’t even wrap my head around it.  I heard a Senator reference a baker, who, after taking their order AND their money, refused to fulfill an order of cupcakes, because those cupcakes were to be used at a gay function.  The senator thought it was a shame that the baker was forced to  pay the customers legal fees for suing them.  Um, hello??  That is business.  I purchase and pay for something from you.  You decided you don’t feel like doing it and don’t feel like refunding my money.  I sue you to get my money back with damages.  Simple.  But no, the senator said that the “gay agenda” (widely used to refer to all gays, as though we all have a membership and meetings somewhere) would be using our “special rights” to cause all of these frivolous lawsuits and we would be costing the state millions.

It’s like they’ve had to go just THAT FAR with their so-called “logic” that they’re grasping at straws.  Seriously?  Cupcakes?  Come on.

And I swear, if I hear one more idiot say that this country was founded on religion, I will scream. Was NO ONE else awake in high school history class??!?!  Cause I’m fairly certain that this country was founded on religious FREEDOM, which includes the right to practice any religion you choose as well as the right to be free FROM religion.

Please, someone, anyone; give me a reason to deny same-sex marriage rights that is NOT based on religious beliefs and is NOT, “ewwww, gross.”


This rage tirade brought to you by ‘Comments’…

Yes, comments.  Anonymous comments that people are allowed to leave everywhere they like.  That is, after all, the beauty of the internet.  But sometimes, that beauty makes me angry.  OK, let me back up a step here.

I read tons of things over the course of a day.  I mean tons.  And as every other person on the face of the planet, I tend to gravitate toward things that are of interest to or relevant to me.  Thus, being a lesbian, I read a lot about the day to day battle for LGBT equality.  And whether it be a positive or a negative article, there is the inevitable comments section at the bottom of all of them.  I tell myself to stay away.  OTHER people tell me to stay away.  HH doesn’t even understand how I can stomach the amount of politics that I do on a daily basis.  And yet…and yet, my stupid index finger just keeps on scrolling down to read those comments.

I’ll admit, over the years, the split has gotten much better.  For every positive comment, there used to be 15 negative ones calling the positive commenter a left-wing, liberal, fucktard, Obama-lover who hates Jesus and America and should just go and shit on George Washington’s grave, cause that’s what they are already doing by supporting gay marriage.  Now, the ratio is closer to 1 to 5, but still.

There are those who start spewing their misinterpreted bible passages (all two of them), and those who find it disgusting just ‘cause, those who don’t understand it.  I love the idiots who still believe that being gay is a choice.   They don’t believe that gays are being discriminated against at all, because we should just go out and get a hetero marriage, like we’re s’possed to.  The one that always makes me laugh is that marriage is solely for the purpose of procreation and anyone who can’t procreate shouldn’t be married.  Which basically rules out anyone over the age of 45 and anyone with fertility issues.  The funny part of that one is that how the hell are you supposed to know if you’re fertile or not, since you’re not supposed to have sex before marriage anyway?!?!

There is, however, one vein of the comments that enrages me to absolutely no end.  And it’s funny, because it generally comes from a person who is somewhat supportive of granting rights to LGBT people, but believes that it shouldn’t be called “Marriage”.  They believe that marriage is a religious institution, which is all fine and good, except that its the GOVERNMENT THAT ISSUES MARRIAGE LICENSES!!!  The religious institution simply provides a marriage certificate (not the same as a license) which states that a ceremony has taken place, and voila, you’re married in the eyes of the lord.

So this is what pisses me off:  If marriage is solely a religious ceremony, then why, oh straight people, do you continue to go to your local county clerks’ office to obtain your non-denominational government sanctioned marriage license?  Oh right, that’s because God doesn’t provide you with the ability to get a nice tax-break for sharing your life with someone else.  And God doesn’t let you into the hospital when your loved one is sick.  And God doesn’t provide you with inheritance rights or insurance benefits or automatic joint parenting rights or social security or any of the other thousand rights that are provided BY THE GOVERNMENT to married persons.

Now, I want to say, that I actually agree with this.  I do believe that marriage is a religious institution and I have no problem with it remaining so.  However, when people get married, in the church/synagogue/mosque/holy-place of their choosing, it should have absolutely no bearing whatsoever on any and all legal rights granted by the government.  This country was founded on a principle of religious freedom and a separation of church and state, and as such, should have separate distinctions for marriage from a religious standpoint and from a civil standpoint.  And you should be able to have either one of them or both, if you so choose.  If being married in the eyes of God is all that’s important to you, Great!  Enjoy your holy marriage.  An atheist who’s just in love and want to spend your life with someone?  Perfect.  Have a nice life with your civil marriage.  Want both?  Go for it!  Separately.

(Sorry Mom and Dad, I’m about to throw you under the bus.)  My parents were married in a civil ceremony by the justice of the peace.  They were never married by the church, so technically, have been living in sin in the eyes of God for the last 30 years.  They are also the best couple I have ever seen and I swear, I’m not saying that just because they are my parents.  (Who says that about their parents, anyway?)  So really, they have a civil marriage only.  I don’t believe they have suffered in any way for this aside from being told that they could not renew their vows in a Catholic church for their 20th anniversary, because, according to that church, they had never taken vows to begin with.  The priests wanted them to take pre-cana and be subject to their determination as to whether they were a compatible fit for each other.  Yeah, sure.  Marriage advice on their 20th anniversary from a bunch of old, single guys.  But the point is that they have done just fine with what is essentially a civil union.  They didn’t need God’s blessing in order to make themselves a great life.

So call it civil union or civil marriage or the funky monkey or whatever.  I don’t really care what it’s called, I just want the same rights as everyone else who wants to get married in the eyes of the government.  And everyone who wants to get married in the eyes of God, have at it.  Just remember, God doesn’t let you file joint taxes.

I think my job is bad for me

It really might be, because probably about 90% of the time that I spend here is occupied by nothing.  I’m here 100% of the time I’m supposed to be, only working about 10%.  That leaves a LOT of free time.  And I used to share an office with someone, so at least I had someone to talk to, but no more.  She left for bigger and better things.  And I used to have a work wife too, but she’s in different buildings from me for 4 out of the 5 working days in the week now, so there goes that too.  HH’s work is a fucking Zoo and I can barely even hear her if I try to call her.  Most other people I know actually have jobs where they DO things during the day, and so, are too busy to sit on the phone and try to entertain me.

So yeah, I’m left to my own devices for like 8 hours a day.  I’m getting bored with the internet.  I just got a Droid X and I’m already sorta bored with that.  There’s only so many times you can refresh Facebook to see what the other humans who have actual lives are doing.  And, more often than not, it pisses me off because there’s all these people out there, doing things, and I’m sitting here in a dark little cave of an office by myself.  There’s also a lovely period of time during the last and first week of the month in which I’m not allowed to update any of my files, because they are being “uploaded to the system”.  Why on earth ANYTHING takes 2 weeks to update in this day and age is beyond me, but it’s like I come to work to not even be able to do what little WORK I actually have.  How’s that for retarded?  We need you to come to work, but just sit there.  Don’t actually do anything.  Yes, of course, we’re still going to pay you.

And there’s the rub, cause whenever I say anything about my not-working job status, people automatically think it’s a good thing.  “Wow, I wish I got paid to do nothing.”  No, dude, you do not.  You think that it sounds like a good idea, until you actually have to do it.  Big, fat, smelly, stinky NOTHING all day, 5 days a week.  Oh, and yeah, I almost forgot.  They make me travel to CT once a week to go and do nothing over there.  And yes, they pay my travel expenses for that too.  Score, right?  No.  Two to two and a half hours of traffic each way for a 40 mile drive is not my idea of fun.

Do you have any idea how long 8 hours is when you have to just sit there?  Do you know what it’s like to look up at your clock, see that it’s only 10:30 in the morning and you feel like you’ve been sitting there for half your life already?  Well I do, and it sucks.

It’s my blog, and I’ll whine if I want to.

Mysterious Peaceful Moment

It’s got to be a bad day when my only peaceful moment happened on a New York City 1 train at 8:45 in the morning, right? What’s that, you say? A peaceful moment on a train, you say? Why, yes, actually, and I can’t believe it either.
I was doing my usual “ignore everyone and read my book” routine this morning. And I’ve learned over the years to be able to pay attention to where we are and read at the same time. So between Rector St. and Chambers St., the train came to a halt and basically powered down. And the trains run on electricity, so once they stop, there’s really no noise factor. We got a garbled announcement having something to do with a stalled train in front of us and to please have patience. Now, there were probably 40 other people on my train car. And as soon as the announcement guy shut up, it was complete and utter silence. No one was speaking, no one was tapping, no one was moving at all. I could hear a faint tinny iPod somewhere at the other end of the car, but that was IT. Complete and utter peaceful silence on a NYC subway car, during rush hour. I should have known then that the rest of my day would have no choice but to be filled with complete and utter shit. Which it absolutely was, and it’s not over yet so I’m not gonna write about it right now. Maybe tomorrow.