I can see several of them being crazy by how “legitimate” we’ve become but you have to remember we came of age in the 70s and the world was our private pearl, to hang on to and polish and no one, no one, was going to take it away. Gay marriage was as foreign to us as condoms.

I wonder if AIDS had never happened and if all the gay men who died because of it were still alive, moving through life like I am right now - would “gay rights” have proceeded more quickly? There were so many of us, the numbers are astounding - you need only ponder all the deaths to realize that the gay male population bubble would have been huge but would the numbers alone have been enough? Along with the passion? Along with the courage and creative energy? That’s why I wish I could call them back for a day - well, not really, I want them back for good - so we can live our lives out to their natural end, together.

It makes me swell with pride that a President of the United States, President Obama, said he was, said he was, well. . .

You know what, I can’t go on. I’m too emotional, I’m crying, and I want to honor that.

More to come. . .

I’m speechless. . . more later.

YA HOOOOOOOOO!

Reminds me of Proposition 8 passing in California, another Constitutional Amendment banning marriage between same gender couples, thanks to the deluge of money that poured into the state from the Mormon Church.

The time has come, in fact, the time has long since passed, to consider taxing individual religious institutions that engage in politics under the guise of being separated from the state.

I think it’s becoming a fad for gay kids to commit suicide. Hear me out. Along with anti-bullying campaigns, we should start teaching gay teens to fight back. Give them something other than death to aspire to. When a kid comes out, male or female, and it’s mostly males who kill themselves, we need to teach them how to fight. Anger is better than death.

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This is my first entry since Sanna Jean died, my mother. She didn’t like flags either. She always said, “watch out when people start waving a flag.”

“Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide forever, Flowing by the throne of God?

Yes, we’ll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river; Gather with the Saints at the river, That flows by the throne of God.

Soon we’ll reach the shining river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver, With the melody of Peace.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river; Gather with the Saints at the river, That flows by the throne of God.”

Love you, Mom, forever and for always.

David.

The time has come.

P.S. No one was hurt in the writing of this blog.