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The Fundie’s Handbook
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. That’s the way I see it, and with the steamroller momentum of birtherism, teabagging, speechies, marriage protection and the like, one can’t help but just want to take the easier road of rolling with it. Even my home Province of Alberta, Canada is swinging to the right like never before, cutting GRS funding, [...]
Filed under: Canada, Gender Politics, activism, media, musings, politics, religion | 1 Comment
Periodically, I’ve seen the argument come up in the discussion of the fight for same-sex marriage rights in the U.S. It usually goes like this: “if we allow gay people to marry and erode the definition of marriage, the next thing we know, we’ll have to recognize polygamy.” Some of this is becoming more poignant [...]
Filed under: Canada, activism, hate, media, musings, politics, religion | 1 Comment
If the Westboro Baptist Church family (Phelpses) considers Katrina, 9/11 and soldiers’ deaths in Iraq as God’s expression of anger at homosexuality, I wonder if they’ll consider this God’s just punishment for spreading hate?
Nah. I doubt it.
Filed under: hate, musings, religion | Leave a Comment
(Crossposted to Transadvocate.com)
My partner is a nut about sales. If it isn’t on sale, it doesn’t get purchased. So sometimes, when we run out of a breakfast staple and such, I have to remind her of that basic fact of life: “sometimes, we just have to pay full price.”
And then, the phrase comes back to [...]
Filed under: Mercedes, TDoR, activism, musings, stealth, transgender | 16 Comments
The article that this references goes back in time, and this article is no longer timely to it, I suppose. But some of the thoughts and ramifications might still be valid, and a little chilling.
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It looks particularily creepy, the AP headline subtitle: “Seminary president Rev. R. Albert Mohler Jr. says gayness is probably biological and [...]
Filed under: musings, religion, transgender, writings | 4 Comments
Transbigotry?
When I was about three or four years old – enough to be talking but not enough to be in kindergarten – my mother carried me through the lineup to the tellers at the bank. I had never seen a person of colour, and so I’d been awed to see a tall fellow with that [...]
Filed under: activism, musings, transgender | 14 Comments
