Tuesday, March 23, 2010

To my relatives that voted YES ON PROP 8

Dear family and friends: 
I hope you will read what I've written. It is my somewhat raw reaction to the passing of Proposition 8 in California. It would mean a lot to me if you would. 
This has been a painful time for me, and I wanted to let you know how I felt as a gay Californian to be discriminated against and have my status as a full citizen diminished by the majority. Proposition 8 will rewrite the California constitution to enshrine bigotry against same-sex couples.

For my family and friends who don't live in California, the Wikipedia definition of Prop 8 is:
Proposition 8 is an initiative measure on the 2008 California General Election ballot titled Eliminates Right of Same-Sex Couples to Marry. The proposition "changes the California Constitution to eliminate the right of same-sex couples to marry in ....California...." A new section is being added stating "only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California."

Although millions of heterosexual & religious people were thankfully AGAINST this proposition, seeing it as a matter of equal rights (as well as the California Teachers Association, Human Rights Campaign, huge companies such as Google, past/present Mayors & Governors, many other groups and Barack Obama himself) Prop 8 unfortunately still passed on Nov. 4th, 2008 winning 52% to 48% of the votes.

Prop 8 now takes away the rights of same sex couples to marry in California. I find this not only un-American, but disturbing at a very deep level. Prop 8 is bigotry codified in law. Americans should be better than this. We should know that in our country all people are equal under the law and have the same rights under the law.  I haven't even gone into the religious factor in all this yet.

But here's how I felt Nov. 5th: sad and angry. Simple as that, but so deeply felt that it made me numb, so numb that for several hours I barely felt alive. I felt degraded. Less human. Californians had decided that I, as a lesbian, don't deserve to be considered as an equal. They decided that the love I feel is not as significant as the love they feel. 

And the more I thought about the election, the worse I felt. The majority of California's voters had elected an African-American president. The majority passed a proposition for more humane treatment of chickens on California farms! Yet the majority told me that I was not worthy of equality.  I was unable to appreciate the historic election of the nation's first black president. The joy -- or relief -- that you all felt election night and the day after, that maybe you still feel, was lost on me. I felt none of it. I wanted Obama to win. I dared to hope that our country would elect him. But I was robbed of sharing that joy with you by a majority of California voters.

Discrimination against fellow citizens as to whether and/or to whom they shall be allowed to marry has no place in this democratic, freedom-loving republic. Such possible restrictions are being propagated by inane religious fanatics. The same religious fanatics who told us 25 years ago that gays in the military were "evil." The same religious fanatics who told us 50 years ago that interracial marriage was a "sin and against nature." The same religious fanatics who told us 150 years ago that slavery was a part of "God's Laws."  Fanatics who are restricting certain people from the joys of humanity.  
Do you know that people spent more money and time to fight for Prop 8, than to provide law enforcement the resources to stop adults raping kids in America? The Protect Our Children Act barely passed with only $28 million fighting for child safety compared to $60 MILLION (85% of which were from religious groups) donated to support Prop 8 and ban same-sex marriages.  Money that we donated to churches at Sunday collections were being used to fund this. 

It's now day nine since Prop 8 passed. Movement for and against it rages on, and is going beyond California. to across the country. Yet groups like Couples for Christ, and the Church of Latter day Saints are still fighting, preaching discrimination & donating money for this cause.  I wonder, are they tired yet?  With all the anger, judgment, and intolerance fuming on both sides, I am tired. Mormons can have six wives and I can't have ONE?  Do I get to vote on your marriage?  

Divorce rates among conservative Christians were significantly higher than for other faith groups, and much higher than Atheists and Agnostics experience.  The overall divorce rate in America is between 45-50%, the remarriage divorce rate (when at least one partner has been married before) has been reported to be 65% what does the Church say about that?
Prop 8 alone rose up and broke the people of America in half, revealing that despite all our political correctness and "everybody's a winner" mentality, we still hate, discriminate, and we are hypocrites about it And here we thought it was just about gay marriage. It's been about so much more instead.  Suddenly, the same people standing on tolerance are intolerant. They speak in anger and make assumptions. Those who are told by God not to judge are judging. Those affected by discrimination, discriminating.  This, all in a free society and democracy. 

I can only imagine how wrongfully maligned God must feel in all of this. I don't believe He has had any part of it, despite religious groups claiming they're of Him. If so, there's no doubt in my mind that things would be very different.....
I'm a Catholic and I'm very against Prop 8, because I see it as a civil, not religiousissue. Many of my gay friends, including relatives that I love and cherish are smart, sweet, well versed, environmentally aware, caring and good citizens. We deserve the same civil rights that you all have. Most of all, God says to love and not judge and I believe He himself would honor it. Just the same, religious groups are free to install and enforce their own stance in their own courts and systems, and I believe gays and others should (and would) equally respect it. 

No race or non-religious group, gay, straight, or whoever, has the right to take away civil rights, be it a gay, Christian, Muslim, black, Jewish, whatever. No human being should discriminate or judge the other. Religion and God have as much of a place in society as all other groups here. 

If Prop 8 has taught me anything, we're a long way away from this. To me, that's the real issue of the battle we're all in.
The bible says, "Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's and to God the things that are God's." That seems church and state separated. It is not an excuse for one party or another not to be allowed or exist, but it's a strong case for leaving what's of the law to the law, and of the church to the church in my opinion.

I believe in evolution. I believe in it through scientific fact, even though my mom raised me up in Church. I believe that they have the right to trust in their faith. It's what keeps them going and keeps them hoping. Through them, I have found God. I don't go to church, but I do have faith. God = faith and hope in all things good.

So with Prop 8 passing, it's easy for me to lose faith in God; the same way it's easy for Prop 8 supporters to blame gay people for their kids' future. But I'm not going for the easy way out. I can still believe in God, in faith and in hope because I know there are millions of people out there who have been misinformed or just not educated on this point of view. 

Thanks for taking the time to read this vent...
........Regina........ 

Friday, March 19, 2010

Four Letters

Who here knows from love?
Show of hands?

And I mean really knows from love

Not as in that somethin' that you fall into
some mud puddle muddlement of surface enamourment
where the call of the wild side
infatuation slick sex glide
finds you slippin' and slidin' a skipping stone
on the smooth waters surface
til you find that
when the water's shut off
you've been riding a cheese grater
wrapped in sandpaper
dipped in iodine
all 'cause time was a wastin'
and being back at his/her place
for some anonymous fluid swap game
seemed the same as love in your lonlieness
trust me
I speak from past experience

And not like the diffused abused
everyday wind twisted vocabulary way
we sway from this to that to find the
phattest of the phat next best thing
where the word love is blown and cracked
like wad of hot pink bubble gum
succumbing to the tongue numbing triviality
that is synonymous with 'nice' and 'interesting'
and 'polycotton blend'
all bent outta shape
draped glam glitz garishly
'round cars, CDs, clothes

when the word 'love' is cut in this context
it bleeds some heartless watered down pre-fab plasma

It becomes all asthmatic and gasping for air
beneath layers of hair spray and condiments
and acoutrement and it loses all of its beautiful sting
just look at the slicked back me
coiffed and primped and preened
trying to give meaning to what is lost
amidst my dross of verbiage
via the pop culture triviality that seeps into
this verse you'll see what I mean
when I say this rhyme is the sign of my times
(hope I ain't committing any doggerel crimes)

see

I am where my eyes get diverted downwards
watching my feet walk me through glassware building valleys
not meeting the mountain ranges powerful stare
for fear that the nearer my eye reaches that goal
the clearer the face of god becomes....and when that sunburst sum is totalled....
I fear I will have sold out to the coldness..
I project protecting me from loves powerful purity..feeling that I can't live up to this…..
Who here knows from love?
I'm asking for a sense of grounded reality here
Tell me 'bout your dog, your children your lover
And saccharine it up all syrupy sweet so's I can find solace In your words meeting my ears clearly is it that sentimentality has become underrated
In everyday speech 'cause the words that Once meant something have been leeched dry by communications of the ironic kind?
Y'know, where we think we reach to attain goals of connection by..
Blind siding with irony in order to
Best express distress amidst something so much bigger
Than the best of us
Thereby missing the mark entirely
So, I vow from this day forth to only use the word..LOVE..
When it is in relation to something that is required for my existence
that I may travel a lifetimes distance with and when that sunburst sum is totalled
I fear I will have sold out to the coldness
I project protecting me from loves powerful purity
feeling that I can't live up to this…

Who here knows from love?

Beautiful Disaster

time is of no essence, 
there is always one more tomorrow. 
A collection of people with a misconception, 
her beauty is completely invigorating. 
A blessing and a curse, 
I adore the shape her eyes take when she smiles. 
Thoughtless notions, easily roused in limitless misdirection, 
yet an eternity just never seems quite long enough. 
Manifesting touchtone conversations 
into inexplicable teasing, 
she reminds me constantly...
not to get too wrapped up in her, 
barring some sort of miracle 
that the chaos she's gotten herself into 
can ever atone for such a beautiful disaster.

Unexpected

Unexpected...
You do something to me
I'm not sure what it is
You move something in me
You're beautiful Inside and out
I have more to discover
You're infinite
I want to sink in Like endless luxury
I feel pampered
Spoiled... saturated
I anticipate
The way that you feel
The way you sound
Even before you materialize
This isn't average
YOU'RE not average
I'm undivided
Undiluted Uncensored
When we're close
When we bubble
You do something to me
Not sure what that something is
But still, there it is, calling to me
Late nights
I'm wanting to touch
You've recreated a longing in me
That desires your hands to be forever caressing me
Like your lips should forever be searching me
Daydreams and random thoughts
Got me wondering
If you could be my food for thought
My food for love
My food for soul ...I'm starving

Owed to the Ex's


Some people make better friends than lovers...
Maybe we were at our best with each other only under covers
But jokes aside I know
There was a reason I was with u to begin with
something dope about u
but it had to give
now I live
a much happier life
without the drama and strife
at first I felt like a quitter
now I'm knowin…
the sweet just aint as sweet without the bitter
life is SO sweet
sweeter than the sugar I can't have
I'm glad we turned out so bad
Now I appreciate EVERYTHING that I have
And the love that I receive
Is free
and is as simple as it should be
No competition, no fights, no insecurity
No rescuing or saving
Its just saying "I love you" with complete purity
sincerity
good karma has finally hit me

"
The bad about you eclipses the good I wanna miss
And there's no longing in my heart when I reminisce
Damn… I'm finally so over this
You're spilled milk
There was no use crying over you
It's only natural that a girl like you
would do what you do
And besides goodbye there's really nothing left to say
cause if you never spilled then you woulda gone sour anyway

Now ya got some nerve
Askin bout my heart and acting concerned
Forgettin I'm the bridge you burnt down
just as you got across
Guess what …
I'm not even angry anymore
I mopped some bigger messes than you up off of my floor
you're spilled milk
no loss felt"
I owe my happiness to you
because of all the shit you put me through
now I know what to do…
with a mutual appreciation
that I never got with you
no longer guilty by association
I found a love so real without any doubts
the kind that I've always just read about
same level
the bass to my tremble
someone who challenges me
in every way
From the Bay to LA
I appreciate the trials I had to go thru
That got me to this very day
Thank you :)

What poetry is to Mr. Push...


Poetry is prophecy.
Want to know where you were?
where you are?
where you are heading?
Poetry will skim you across timelines
of well placed lines of verses.
You’ll know where you’re heading
when the poetry you read
Makes something inside explode.
I know people who have read a poem
that made their head explode.
They had to stop thinking and
begin to really feel for once.
Which is why poetry is dangerous.
It’ll expose you on a page
Lay you naked leave you raw.
You’ve never been fucked so good until
a poem rapes you up against a wall.
And you’ll keep coming back for more.

Poetry will disguise itself in
flowers of similes
melodies of metaphors
and dreams of rhymes and reason.
Then poetry will drag your ass
kicking and screaming
into a back alley and kill you
make you dead to yourself
then resurrect you in words
that hurt so hard your scars
will become beautiful.
You’re lucky if all you do
is walk away with a tear or a sigh.
Poetry should scare the shit out of you.
It does me.
I’ll die tonight.... when I’m done.
Tomorrow a new muse will resurrect me
hand me a pen and make me keep writing.

Those lil black panties...


Conversation that side-stepped
anything of importance
and yet said so much
never at a loss
for words or actions
for that matter
I rendered you speechless
drowning in such desire
at the tip of my tongue
under the sky
you didn't know what to do with yourself
but me, yeah, I've got plenty of ideas mama
given no time constraints
we could take your pleasure to new heights.
Beyond those boundaries we set for ourselves
stealing kisses, playing with fire
living on borrowed time
and loving every minute of it.
It's hard to deny this when you
wear those little panties that peek out at me in the mornings
and you move on me the way you do
ever so conspicuous
you like to see how far you can push
before the temperature in my room
goes far beyond the boiling point.
In the morning I have no excuse
for the smile on my face
other than the fact
that I have you lying next to me
with nothing on but those little black panties
no questions asked.
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