Embarrassed

Norman Mailer once said that sometimes you say or write something and then you feel like breaking eggs over your head. That's how I feel about the dumb comment I made about gay-bashing. It's not over. It still goes on. Discrimination continues, too.
I just heard a young woman describe a case to me on Saturday where a biased pig judge gave felonies to a group of black lesbians who were defending themselves against a male attacker. Another person, a man, fought against the attacker too but got away and was never identified. The more you talk to people, the more you learn.

P.S. to that: It was when I started doing substance abuse counseling, talking to addicts as well as their kids (I also did child care) that I began to clearly see that none of us, not one, had a satisfactory childhood. There's always someone, something to blame for what went wrong. Never, ever, has it been "Happy Days" for anybody, or even "Father Knows Best."

Two Revelations

I've had a few revelations lately. One was, I've decided that gay marriage is okay, even if they want to raise children. What the hell. Let them. the second was, I'm not waiting around for an art show. It looked like I was going to have one, but then the deal sort of fell through and i was left hanging. I don't know, I think it's too much trouble anyway. I'll just go on sending paintings to people I love.