stick out your hand, ginny wants to give you a pink triangle...

i decided to repost a comment that i just left on someone's blog, because it says what i feel at the moment. to expound on the idea would just make my head hurt more than it does...

every once in a while i allow myself to be lulled into this false sense that i live in a tolerant society that has no more of a problem with my sexuality and lifestyle than i do. i can walk down the street holding my kids' hands, side by side with my boyfriend, and all is right with the world. it's usually about then, when i am feeling the most happy and content, that the ginny cain's of the world pop up out of nowhere. they are there to remind me that, despite the fact that we, the human race, have come a long way in the past twenty years or so, we are really only a few moments in history from puritanical witch burnings. i get this uneasy feeling that i am being scrutinized in a " hey, why aren't you freaks in a concentration camp" sort of way, and try to just keep walking head held high like nothing is there. i just ball up my fists ready for the riot to start. luckily it hasn't come, but ginny cain and her ilk would love to beat the war drum to make it happen. every faction clamors to find people just as fucked up as they are to back their claims that homosexuals are the scourge of the world. manifest destiny has always been an ugly thing. if ya ain't propogatin' fer jesus- there's no use fer ya. if jesus is the real thing and comes back, i hope he levels these sanctimonious assholes with a " let he who is without sin ..."