Mixed bag

It still strikes me as strange that anyone could have any moral objection to someone else’s sexuality. It’s like telling someone else how to clean their house — River Phoenix

It’s a bit of mixed bag for this post since there are a couple things I’d like to touch upon.

So, over the weekend, the local media reported one of the city councillors came out as bisexual. My reaction to this news was “Why do we need to know this? And how is this important to the citizens of the city I live in?”

Is it to put a face on what a bisexual person looks like? Is to give those who are wrangling with their own sexual orientation a person they can look to for guidance? Or is it to satisfy a section of the population who needs to know what goes on in the bedrooms of others when it’s really none of their fucking business?

I’ll take door No. 3, folks. Voyeurism and living vicariously through others, methinks.

I have to wonder whether people are going to recall his sexual orientation first before anything else he has done as a public servant. But he did choose to come out. More power to him for doing so.  But I do have to wonder if offering up this kind of personal information slaps a label on him. Stigmatizes him. And you know how much I hate labels.

Another thing that annoys me about this is the fixation on a person’s sexuality. Christ, there are days I’d rather be living in Europe or anywhere other than the North American continent. I blame it on the heterosexuals and the folks who believe the one true sexual pairing is that of man and woman. While I could point the finger at a lot of things, I think I can blame it on the patriarchal construct. And I’m going to keep harping on it until the end of time.

Well, enough of that. If I say any more, something really incendiary is going to fly out of my mouth. And then it’ll get pretty fucking ugly, real quick.

Now, what was the next thing I wanted to touch on? Oh yeah, I’m looking to finish the first draft of my novel in next couple of weeks. That’s the plan, anyway.

Yeah, I’m fucking excited. Yeah, I’m fucking amazed I’m this close to completing it. Then comes the next stage which includes going through the story again, figuring a title for the novel and getting some eyeballs to read it for entertainment value and other stuff. Then another draft or two later, get it edited, figure out the book cover design and make a book. Yeah, that sounds like a lot. And it is. Thank god, I’ve been through the ringer before.

This is enough prattling for now. Got shit to do. Later, dudes.