Long Archs of a Faith

Since I’ve got my doctorate over with I’ve been cleaning out my file cabinets. One of the files I found is marked “Mormonism.” It’s been untouched for about a decade and contains all sorts of stuff I’ve collected over the years, from the time I was LDS, to the time I was Baptist and arguing against the LDS, through my whole religious journey. I see I’ve a file on every religion I’ve held, in fact, and some I never have :-).

A portion of the stuff would do little but frustrate any member of that particular faith, and I learned long ago arguing religion is futile, no matter your opponent’s faith or your faith or lack thereof.

I did, however, find a couple things I had photocopied from the U of U rare book collection that felt salient to the issues of gay LDS when I reread them. I actually went to the rare book collection to see for myself and make sure they were true and not just anti-LDS propaganda, but they were there.

The first is from the writings of President Brigham Young, in the Journal of Discourse (1860):

"You see some classes of the human family that are black, uncouth, uncomely, disagreeable and low in their habits, wild, and seemingly deprived of nearly all the blessings of the intelligence that is generally bestowed upon mankind. The first man that committed the odious crime of killing one of his brethren will be cursed the longest of any one of the children of Adam. Cain slew his brother. Cain might have been killed, and that would have put a termination to that line of human beings. This was not to be, and the Lord put a mark upon him, which is the flat nose and black skin. Trace mankind down to after the flood, and then another curse is pronounced upon the same race - that they should be the "servant of servants;" and they will be, until that curse is removed; and the Abolitionists cannot help it, nor in the least alter that decree. How long is that race to endure the dreadful curse that is upon them? That curse will remain upon them, and they never can hold the Priesthood or share in it until all the other descendants of Adam have received the promises and enjoyed the blessings of the Priesthood and the keys thereof."

Does that remind anyone else how gays and lesbians were talked about in the recent past, just before the new reconciliatory tone? Also, note how the Abolitionists cannot help it, just as, say, Affirmation’s meeting with the church cannot change doctrine.

The other one I found relevant was from The Juvenile Instructor, which was “designed expressly for the education and elevation of the young.” It was a sort of the 19th century magazine for LDS children and teens.

"From this [A PoGP quote] it is very clear that the mark that was set upon the descendants of Cain was a skin of blackness, and there can be no doubt that this was the mark that Cain himself received; in fact, it has been noticed in our day that men who have lost the Spirit of the Lord, and from whom His blessings have been withdrawn, have turned dark to such an extent as to excite the comments of all who have known them. "

I found this particularly interesting. It’s sort of the reverse of the idea that faith and obedience, and the supernatural can change a person’s sexual orientation in this life or the next, with skin color being the matter of choice. LDS teens were being warned about changing their skin color a century before they were warned about their sexual orientation :).

Skin color, back then, wasn’t due to the evolutionary balance between the diminished Vitamin D production when away from the equator, or the protection from cancer-causing rays by skin pigment. It was a supernatural mark/curse placed on people for the sins of their long dead forbearers, something for which they had to pay in this world in sacrifice. “The Abolitionists cannot help it,” just as gay activists cannot change the doctrine of God, so why not just grin and bear it, right? Today, in this mode of thought, attraction to men is the curse requiring a sacrifice, a burden that comes to us in the natural man from the sins of Adam, one that works contrary to some supernatural fertility belief (only if you’re a man; if you’re a woman then that same attraction to men is a great blessing :-)).

I know by experience that some of the greatest comforts are found in certainty, in the unchanging word of God and the assurances of what will come by following the associated commandments and covenants. They offer a plan and purpose, and that’s important stuff. I get that it can be offensive to say such does change in time. But it shouldn’t always be regarded as a bad thing; the change is often for the better. The Old Testament refined and civilized its pagan predecessors, just as the OT command to murder rebellious children and women who weren’t virgins at their marriage was replaced by the Golden Rule in the New Testament.

In fact, without the pleasure of the unchanging Word in mind, it can appear a bit odd that faiths with such strong histories of refinement have members that believe they are in the generation finally at the end of such change. Still, I’m sure in 1000 BC most in this same string of religion thought God’s doctrine, say, regarding the ownership of slaves would never change.

In this way, though, I see the LDS church as one of the more robust modern religious organizations. There is a centralized authority, like in Catholicism, to provide control and legitimacy, but this authority has the flexibility of liberal Protestantism. With a living prophet, it can change what’s set in stone, and has changed. Better yet, it may do so with nearer the authority, tradition, and comfort most other sorts of Christians only find in the old age of the words solidified in their King James Bible. Does that make sense?

The trick with such change is always to phrase it such that it seems to not have been a change at all, or that it was always in the master plan to change once x happened. There may be resistance, but time and time again has shown such change is possible, and if you want reformation in your church is seems key to find a way to accomplish such phrasing, in addition to making the moral argument. In fact, thinking of all the now dead faiths over our history, change really is necessary for a religion to survive, for its own good, and I have to think such change has most always been to more closely approximate what is actual good.

I just wish, for those hurting now, that these long archs of history didn't have to be measured in generations.

Menagerie

Our little family has a couple new members:

That’s Sarah on the grass, and Zelda in the home with Alan in his cool new glasses.

Yes, we're insane.

We now have two bunnies, two parakeets, three frogs, and a dog, poor thing—he so much wants to eat those bunnies, but must settle for licking them until they’re damp.

And a parental warning:

Frogs, right? Sounds like a short term pet, huh? Our boys won our water frogs at the Helper Arts Festival last year, while our backs were turned and the grandparents were in charge. I thought: frogs in a Ziploc bag… I just hope they live past the boy’s interest in them. The other day I was in the car and npr had a bit on such frogs, and it turns out they’ll live to be about 12, eons past a child’s interest in them. I’m now the only one in the home who notices those dull, pitiful creatures, and may be taking care of them the day our boys head off to college. Be forewarned.

Convention

I’ve a bad cold, one Rob brought me home from Moab, but I got out today to attend the county convention. There, simply the party votes for whom the rest of the population will vote in the next election.

This is my 5th year as a delegate and I’m beginning to feel much more comfortable with the process, as ugly as it may sometimes seem. I vet my candidates early, wade through all their political non-answers, and push when I can. How does even a state rep candidate learn all those rhetorical tricks so early… “I can’t say until I see the bill” (translation: I will vote against you.) “I would not oppose such a bill” (translation: I would not support such a bill) “I think everyone should have equal rights” (translation: I think you want special rights)… I’m exhausted :-).

Anyway, I won’t have this person as my representative again, but might as my senator… and to boot, I’ve decided to get involved in their campaign, though there is still that bad blood between us. Utah needs to at least have some balance of power in a minority in the senate able to filibuster. On the up side, the person I wanted for my representative won. She’ll not be too supportive of our issues, but she’s right on many others, was the most organized, and there’s still time to try to convince her when she’ll in need of help and willing to listen ;-), which is more than we have now.

Being gay in this state, in this district is politically complicated. If they aren’t the type to full on say they think you’re the devil’s bff, out to make Salt Lake into Sodom’s sister city, they’re often very hard to pin down on gay issues. It’s about reading people, divining out the real answers muffled behind the pc language. I hope/think I’m getting good at reading the face of a candidate while I explain our family and our issues. Sometimes it’s been as blatant as a hand in my face while backing away; other times I was sure I had a friend and ally with all those handshakes and assurances, only to be proven wrong. We’ll see.

Eh, if any of them lied to me today, may they get this cold from all that glad-handing.

Just Incase

Cooper mentioned a while back making legal preparations for his family, in case of tragedy. It made me think, while I’d rather have equal rights for my family, we have benefitted by having to be extra cautious with the law here in Utah.

As soon as we knew we were to be parents, we created a family trust and moved most our assets into it. We considered all the possibilities, all those tragic scenarios. What if I die tomorrow? How long before I’ve “gifted” each year to Rob (my spouse! the guy who takes care of our family!) enough money without being taxed, to be sure he could keep our home if tragedy strikes? And so on. Much of it stuff most families don’t have to deal with, but it is near a necessity for gay parents.

Before our boys were even in their nursery, we had designated, in order, three trusted couples to take custody of them if anything happened to us both. We both set and notarized our wills and made clear our wishes (pretty easy with twins, a 50/50 split). We even detailed what would happen to us in that vague land between life and death, to avoid any Terri Schiavo scenarios. Finally we had to work out what to do with our bodies: back to ashes for us both, to be spread at the same place, a place to be decided by the survivor (or our favorite overlook in Moab, if there is no survivor).

We’ve personally known a couple cases where a LDS family here has stepped in and created a funeral against the wishes of the deceased and their sinful SSA co-sufferer of a “boyfriend”. With no legal record, there's little to be done in that case. While near all in our families are very unlikely to do such a thing, you just never know who’ll be left to take care of your affairs. It’s just nice knowing there is a legal document out there that says we’re supposed to end up together… and for Rob’s part, that he’s not to be put into temple clothes; he’s known parents to do that.

I know all that can seem pretty morbid, and I can see why it’d make many young couples uncomfortable. But I’d recommend the preparation even to legally married couples. Even if we are at a disadvantage, I know I’ve been comforted by the fact that I’ve left slim ambiguity. I imagine every couple could benefit, to know you’ve done all you can to cushion and organize such a hard and chaotic event.

So get to it, call a lawyer or get the forms online, if you haven’t yet. Hey, as we did, you can make a game of thinking up funny places to spread your ashes, or strange bequests to distant relatives. Make a nephew spend a night in a haunted mansion for a thousand bucks, or something. Regardless, you know it’s planning that won’t go to waste, right? :-)

Better Not Make Any Mistakes

Yesterday, while Rob was still gone, I was driving our boys home from school and right away they went into the topic of marriage. A number of their friends’ parents are divorcing and it’s clearly become a topic of discussion among their peers. They wanted to know why some parents split up, and stuff like where their children will live. When showing them the photos from our wedding, I’ve often explained that day in terms of promises, and they wanted to know if every married couple made promises like the promises their dad and I made. Tough questions.

After explaining as best I could, they seemed to get the impression it was all about people making mistakes, which it certainly is in many cases. Lastly Alan asked if their friend’s dad could get married again, and I told him yes.

At that they thought for a long while, until I’d become distracted from the subject by driving. Finally Brian said in a declaration, “Papa, that was your last chance.” Alan backed him right up, with a “uh-hu.”

“What do you mean, my last chance?” I asked.

Brian said “When you married daddy, that was your last chance. You can’t marry anyone else.”

Even at their most transparent, don’t children just know how to get to the center of you? :-)

I told them, yes, that was my last chance.

Helping Hands

I’ve been a single parent for the past couple days. Rob has gone back down to Moab to take care of his aunt. She has just had some pretty serious surgery, serious physically and emotionally, and we’re very glad to lend a hand.

Man, each time I do double duty I’m left with a great respect for those who do it everyday, such as this amazing guy. I’m left with that respect, and an equally great desire for my man back and a nap. Between school, soccer practice, dinner, laundry, a traumatic scare that the dog may have eaten the parakeet (who was just hiding in a house plant), and someone getting a nightmare and deciding to sleep in my bed, in which he promptly peed, well, I’m pining for Rob’s return.

Is it just me or are gays the go-to general caretakers of their families? We nursed Rob’s parents back to health over months after a vehicle accident; it just seemed like a forgone conclusion that we were to take on that job. Before children, we’ve taken in wayward teens from our families in hopes of setting them straight, so to speak. Heck, our two best gay friends both have moved their parents in with their families to care for them in their old age. None of our other friends have done so. Though there are many other siblings, aunts and so on who could and do help, it kind of is a traditional role for gays, who historically didn’t have children of their own to care for, isn’t it? It does make evolutionary sense, in a way, particularly when you consider the Fraternal Birth Order Effect.

Even though we are parents, stepping in such situations still somehow just feels like our place. And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad we can… I just miss my man.

It was a cute surprise. He left notes on all our pillows, to find the night after he left. Most of my letter’s contents are personal :-), but he did write something that got me thinking on this. With his back and my hand we’ve taken turns being very reliant on each other lately, and it isn’t the first or last time. This aunt he’s caring for is divorced and has no children. She’s a great woman, I love her a lot and our boys simply adore her, but how difficult and unnerving must it be to be in that position? Your family members all have their own spouses and children to care for and, in turn, to care for them, and not everyone has a gay nephew as wonderful as my Rob (he said he’s not going to read my blog anymore so that I’d feel free to write nice stuff about him in public :-)).


I guess I worry about a lot of things regarding my family. What law will they try to pass against us next legislative session? What bullies will our boys encounter? What happens to our estate if I die too soon, in, say, an accident? But what I don’t worry a bit about is who will care for me once time has its way and my body begins to deteriorate. I’m indescribably grateful to know, right now, there would be at least three pairs of hands to hold by my bedside.

I just want one of those pairs of hands to get home soon!

Just, Please, Spend It Wisely

Ah, the 15th of April, the day I mark 16 years of commitment, 13 years of marriage, as “single” and sign to the truth of that false statement under penalty of law, and, because one of us is male, send in a disproportionate percentage of our home’s income, which, nevertheless, isn’t near enough to keep our government from spending into an obscene debt for which our children will pay the price for decades to come.

Must this day come but once a year?

Eh, I think when I get back home I’ll take the family for a hike and then for ice-cream. I’ll forget about it by then, and I promise to only hold resentment for a couple hours into the day :-).

Soft Opening, Isocrat.org

Have you ever wanted an exciting career in activism?

Are you sick of The Man beating you down?

Ever felt like you need more people in your life to argue with?

Now you can finally do something about it!!!

isocrat.org

Remember, I wrote (back in 2006!!!), that “in a couple months” I’d be making my blog a more personal space, and getting involved in a more activist-y site, to satisfy some conflicting drives? Well I did, see.

Now, after putting it off for many moons, it’s about a moon or so away. I think, though, we’ll have a soft opening of the site, now, exclusively for a small and elite group of individuals and friends (that’s you, blog reader).

I’d given up on the idea, until I was asked about it by those interested in helping; so you’ll notice some familiar faces there, in the construction. And we’re always in need of more help. If what we’re about is your cup of tea, hop on.

Okay, and I’ve also noticed folks from here wandering about there (How’d you find it?...). May as well at least get their input, eh?

A couple warnings… The site is far from finished; go there expecting errors and annoyances. It's not ready to be linked to, or for a public viewing larger than this post can give. In fact, most of the meaty content is on a hard drive, waiting for the programming for the library to be finished before it’s edited and posted. You will hit dead ends and missing content, and we’ve not rigorously tested even what is there yet (specifically, don’t try to add library content without a password yet; you'll be sorry...).

By this, though, I hope you can point out some of the bugs, and make suggestions on the design and such; the basic layout is there… or maybe you can just keep us company in the forum until it launches? You can see what we need most here. I’d appreciate any help to speed things up, by comments here or by comments in the forum (there’s a special place for such, here), or simply by email.

So take advantage of this special offer, and so on. And thanks, to any who help and those already part of the effort.

Falling Coconuts Kill More People than Sharks

We’re about to begin construction on a fort. Anyone who remembers the design for our sandbox, which rocks, will know the fort will be very cool as well: room enough to stand in, weather proof, matches the home siding and colors, power (Ethernet?), with a trap door/secret entrance in the floor that leads to the sand box. While dreaming of fort features, Rob suggested putting in fold out bunks on the wall, so the boys could sleep outside…

Now, when I was a kid, I slept outside with friends on our tramp almost every summer weekend. We’d bounce around, joke, and play games. Once we got tired, we’d lay there expressing our small minds while staring into the stars, well past our regular bed time and well out of the earshot of any adult. You could still see then the swath of the Milky Way in the sky of our suburb.

Those nights contain some of my fondest memories from childhood, even those nights we forgot to turn the sprinkler system off :-).

But at Rob’s suggestion of bunks in the fort, my first thought was no way. No way would I let our kids sleep outside. Times are different here in Utah, aren’t they? Right now Utah is mourning the death of Hser Ner Moo, kidnapped and murdered by her neighbor. Elizabeth Smart was taken right out of her home and out the backyard. Why make such easier by putting the kids one step closer to that unimaginable wilderness, where I can’t hear a thing, right?

I’ll admit that I’ve gone overboard at times. We’ve been threatened and it has made me cautious; I know there are people out there who’d think it right that our family was split up, if not worse. So when we built out home, I personally installed our security system. Now I can track any motion in the home and know when even the neighbor’s dog has been through the yard :-). I connected it all to the home automation system, and even installed cameras.

I know all that is ridiculous. But I did it so that I wouldn’t have to think about it and now I don’t, much. But let the kids sleep outside?

We’ve got some years before they’re old enough by most people’s measure, but what to do when that day comes?

Fact probably is that such caution is irrational caution. How many people, children, now live in our valley? Of them, how many are kidnapped and killed? I’m pretty sure it’s no more a percentage than it was when I was a kid, when there were no Amber Alerts or 24 hr news channels. And even if it is higher, the odds must be miniscule.

In fact, the leading cause of death for children is accidents, mainly automobile accidents, and yet I strap them into the car everyday.

So am I being ridiculous to be hesitant? Do/would you let your children sleep outside without you in a city or suburb? Am I being one of those over-protective parents? I don’t want them to even know such a worry exists; I want them to talk with their buddies late into the night where they know we can’t hear them; I want them to sleep on the tramp, under the stars, even if the Milky Way has been drown out; I want them to be awoke at 3 AM by the sprinklers they forgot to turn off... It’s just that, while the odds may be low of any harm coming of it, the consequences mean the world.

Sheesh, parenting is complicated. Maybe I’ll put motion detectors and intercom in the fort ;-)…

Another Step

Affirmation has, after decades of trying, been given an audience with the LDS church.

Article here.

“ SALT LAKE CITY - After decades of silence, Mormon church officials have agreed to meet with a gay Mormon support group that has sought to forge understanding between the faith's leaders and its gay members.

In a letter received last week, leaders of Affirmation were invited to meet with Fred M. Riley, commissioner of Family Services for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and Harold C. Brown, the agency's past commissioner.”

Add this to the Danzig thing and I’m again wondering if the rumors be true? :-)

Regardless, I’d not expect much to come out of such a meeting, on the surface. In such things, change nearly always happens discretely and slowly, in the background, mainly for the reasons I posed back here. But this, the willingness to just talk with such a group, is a good sign that the new LDS president will bring church members one step closer to a more humane treatment of their gay neighbors, both in the church and in politics.

Here's to hope that I'm reading the tea leaves correctly :-).

The Road Ahead

On the cruise from which we just returned, one of my favorite events is the teen panel. I worry quite a bit about the teen years for our boys and want to be as prepared as possible; in four years I’ve never missed it.

This year the kids were from all over the country: Kentucky, Texas, San Francisco, LA, Las Vegas and more. They were in families with two moms, two dads, and some that began in a heterosexual marriage. The panel was made up of ten teens, and they took questions from the audience.

I took some (incomplete) notes, and thought other gay parents around here might also be interest in what they had to say, so:

1. What’s one thing you’d tell the parents on this ship (gay and lesbian parents)?

a. Don’t do things differently because our families are different. The example of special, sheltered or uniquely liberal schools was given. The teens felt it best to just go and do whatever you would without the worry of backlash. They felt the obstacles, if even encountered, weren’t worth being protected against and that doing so underestimated them, limited them, and got in the way of positive change that could happen otherwise.

I know this one is something Rob and I both do and don’t. The twine go to a school they may not have otherwise, but it’s not liberal in philosophy or families. We picked it for the scholastics and the control and involvement they let parents have, so that, if anything did happen, we’d be able to better intervene. On the other hand we’ve pretty much stayed away from shelter; we’re just about to head out to their soccer game, and we're all about the play dates :-).

b. Be honest. Some of these kids were born in heterosexual marriages that later dissolved for their parent’s orientation. Their other advice was to never try to hide the fact of why. As an example one kid told the lesbians to not call their wife their “roommate.” Your children know more than you think, and they want you to be clear.

Kind of on this topic, after listening to these teens talk and say the words repeatedly, Brian, for the first time ever, asked us what ‘gay’ means. We never would have tried to hide anything from them in this area, but it did feel nice to begin explaining this difference at their speed. Even if they haven’t much noticed and it was as momentous to Brian as explaining what, say, beverage means, as I did this morning, it felt good to have that definition out of the way.

2. Is it important to you to have friends in gay or lesbian-headed families?

I was kind of surprised at the answers to this one. We've tried to be sure our boys have friends in similar families. But these teens basically said no. They think it is good to know other kids who are in such families and to be able to talk to them, but that that was not how they made their friendships or cared to. They said they mainly want to know people raised in similar families, facing similar issues are there, but that they made friends by common interests, as any high school student does, I suppose.

3. Have you faced bullying at school?

My ears perked up at this one, but I was pleasantly surprised. Out of 10 teens only 2 said they’d faced bullying. One problem was within a wrestling team and it was put to an abrupt end by the coach (in Kentucky!) and now the kids are fine, and the other was with a girl’s soccer team which wasn’t handled as well. Still, even the siblings from Texas reported no bullying, being happy with their peers, and fitting in well at school.

The only thing that was reported by the majority was some annoyance at peers using ‘gay’ as a pejorative, but they felt it was unintentional, a bad cultural habit, and their friends all changed their ways at the explanation of why that was demeaning to their family. In fact, most agreed that it kind of helped in their high school socialization, with the new generation thinking it somewhat “cool” to have gay parents, and those friends that were taken aback by their family were fine in time.

4. Do people sometimes assume you’re gay because your parents are?

Yes, sometimes. About half the kids said they’d been mistaken as gay (none of them identified as gay or lesbian, though). Still, none seemed phased by it, of course, as they see it as offensive as being assumed to be left-handed.

Anyway, that’s all I have. I’m left still wanting to keep a healthy degree of nervousness, but encouraged. I’d simply be honored to raise our boys into teens as articulate, thoughtful, confident and charismatic as those on this panel. While I know we’ve hurdles to leap ahead of us, I can’t help but think those hurdles are getting smaller with each year, and to see such fine examples of those who have made it through already does put the mind at ease… somewhat :-).

I’ve Been Hit

Mr. Fob tagged me. Now I’m “it.” I must, under the blogger rules of conduct, perform the following:

1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.
5. Tag 5 people.

Okay, but… My desk has no books on it and my bookshelf runs parallel to my back on the wall behind me. How to at least follow the spirit of the law? If I just walk over there, I’ll have at least 5 contenders for the “nearest book” depending upon my path and how one measures. No self-respecting scientist could allow such subjectivity to creep into his measurements…
And I am, if anything, self-respecting, right?...

So, here’s what I’ll do. I’m going to wet a piece of paper towel, wad it into a ball, close my eyes, and throw it at the bookshelf. The wettest book wins…

Here I go…

(please don’t be that Kama Sutra, which I own purely for its place amongst my religious texts, as it has next to no advice for a gay couple…)

Okay, here it is; I hope you’re happy:

“Harmonic solutions to equation (113) will then be given by (the real part of) v(x,t)=V(x)exp(iwt), where, by substituting into equation (113), (i+iwt)d^2V/dx^2+(w/a_f0)^2[(a_f0^2/a_e0^2)+iwt]V=0.”

That was from "Combustion Theory, second edition" by Williams, if you're now interested in going out and picking it up. Now I bet you wish I hit the Kama Sutra instead, don’t you?

I’ll tag (and hope they keep more interesting literature about):

Java, Molly, MoHoHawaii, Abelard, and Paul

Now I’m not it.

He’s Out There, Somewhere. Lurking. Waiting. Watching.

My man, aka Rob, has begun reading my blog. Okay, maybe that’s not as much of an announcement as it is for a MoHo in a MOM, IYKWIM, but it’s something of a change.

For about a year and a half he has kind of regarded this space and my blogging time as my little private corner, the tool shed in the back of the yard, but after assuring him (many times!) that I don’t need or want such a place when it comes to him he’s began checking in.

While I’ll have to stop all the detailed and relentless complaining I usually do about him, there should be no other detectible changes. Gosh, I hope he never finds some of the horrible things I’ve written in past posts...

Ah, he knows I kid. He’s a wonderful man, husband, friend, and father; I couldn’t ask for anything more in a spouse. All week he’s been taking great care of me and the kids while I heal, everything from taking my job of getting the boys ready for school, to getting my buttons buttoned and shoes tied.

He’s been reading, through, in my office when I’m home, and I find I can’t stop paying attention to it, to him reading. I have to check what exactly he’s looking at each time he laughs, to make sure it was at an intentional attempted joke. Maybe when he’s reading I should take the kids for a walk :-).

I’m not sure if he’ll be logging on and commenting, but on the long-up-coming site, he wants to chip in. So you should see more of him, but I’d not expect us to be much alike; we compliment each other more than duplicate. He’s more about sharing recipes than about arguing over heated topics, and not near half as much a science nerd as his husband; maybe that's why I love him :-).

601

I was thinking of writing an April Fools post but just ended up thinking of titles (can anyone add to it?):

-Local Anti-Gay Rights Activist is Certain He Knows More About Gay Sex Than Gay Men.

-Gay Sheep Report Difficulty Fitting into Club Scene

-Healed of Homosexuality by the Power of Chalchiuhticue.

-Gay Couple Adopts a Highway

-Logan Man Faces Wrenching Moral Dilemma at Passing an Abercrombie & Finch

-Senator Buttars: Protect Definition of ‘the Person’. Introduces Legislation to Classify Gays as Livestock to Keep Activist Judges From Giving ‘Special Rights.’

-Romney: Your Children Now Deserve a Wealthy Mom and a Wealthy Dad of Christian Faith

-Gayle Ruziicka Suspects Her Neighbor’s Hairdresser May Be Gay, Claims Having yet Another ‘Gay Friend’

-Utah Lawmakers Fearful Gay Marriage May Pave the Way for Polygamy

Eh… Happy April’s Fools Day.