Wetnessday 21 July 1999
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Feeling tired. And now for something entirely different. What's up with the gays and lesbians wanting to be blessed by the churches? I'm not sure if this is a local Nordic phenomenon or something. It just leaves me puzzled, and in particular the loud whining sound (often from people entirely outside the issue). Come on, that's like saying that it's OK to be a muslim and eat pork. Or that it's OK to be a Hindu and eat beef. Or that it's OK to be a Christian and hoard money. You can't shop religions by the ounce. If you don't like them, make your own. And besides, if I can't seem to get any without breaking some commandment or other, why should those darned gays? It just ain't fair! Equal rights for the envious, godammit! ;)
(There actually is a tiny grain of truth in the preceding paragraph.
It seems that the only women who've ever been turned on by me - after
I grew up - have been married already. And not all of those either,
of course! Then again, I tend to be pretty reserved towards unmarried
women of my own generation.
The married ones are safer, because you know they won't try anything
strange. Normally.)
On a more somber note, I got a mail from an e-friend whose husband was hospitalized with stroke-like symptoms. Scary. I don't really know the guy, but at the very least he's a good breeder: Their son is easily cuter than my own nephews. I may venture as far as to say that the kid's cuter than I was at that age! And disturbingly, the man is pretty near my own age. I sure know that I would not have liked a stroke or a heart attack or some such at my age. I don't feel young, truth to tell, but I still feel like I've recently woken up from the dreamlike confusion of childhood and youth. I truly wish this guy well. Life, and even good health, is such a precious thing and yet so easy to forget until it seems to slip between our fingers. The perhaps most central debate on the Diary-l mailing list recently has been about "grieving for strangers". Sometimes I feel like someone is writing a book about us, such do things fall into each other. What are we all to the world, after all, except strangers, passing through? |
Senselessly looping music of the work day: Girls just want to have
fun with Cyndi Lauper.
On a related note, I'm supposed to be in Oslo from Aug 4 (Wed) till Aug 6 (Fri). And again Thu 19 Aug till Fri 20 Aug. |