Friday, May 21, 2010


Dear Democrats

BosGuy, my latest discovery of a gay male blogger in Boston and surrounding areas, posted the following on his blog and invited others to pick it up and post it on theirs:

Dear Democrats:

We need to talk.

This may be a hard letter to read, but I need to figure out if this relationship is still healthy for me. For the longest time, I thought we had something special. Remember how much fun we used to have back when we were young, and control of the Congress and the presidency was just a crazy dream? You always used to ask me for help, and you knew I'd never turn you down.

You were so adorable when we were courting. Sure, you never really understood me, but I liked that you seemed to try. The White House cocktail parties were totally fun, and that Easter Egg Roll is something I'll always cherish. Or remember the time you let me march in the Inaugural parade! Other than that whole Rick Warren thing, I really thought we had a connection.

I know you kept telling me that you weren't ready for marriage, but I was willing to wait since you had promised so much else in the meantime.

But now, I've kind of had it. I'm just not getting what I need out of this relationship. You rarely call me anymore, and when you do it's to ask for money. We talked about joining the military together -- but now it seems like you are flaking on that commitment. You promised to protect me from the homophobes at work, but you don't seem to be in a hurry to actually do it. And that Department of Justice brief thing was just cruel. I'll never understand why you did that.

It almost seems like you're embarrassed by me in public. I know not everyone in your family approves of us, but before you got your new job, it seemed like you didn't care what they thought and were always ready to fight for me. Now, it's like you're a different person.

Please don't take this the wrong way. I still think we have a future. I want us to have a future. But I need this relationship to be healthy for both of us. And I just can't get excited anymore by your empty promises and half-gestures.

I need you to take a real step. You know what I'm talking about -- the Employment Non-Discrimination Act and repealing Don't Ask Don't Tell.

I still worry every day that I can be fired in 29 states just because I'm gay. And my friend who is transgender can be fired in 38 states. I know you can do it. You've helped protect people from employment discrimination on the basis of race, sex, religion, disability and many other characteristics. Each time my friend and I have been left behind. It's our turn. ENDA's time has come.

It's our turn to be welcomed into the military as well. I want to serve my country openly and proudly. I was so excited when you promised you would repeal Don't Ask, Don't Tell this year after 17 long years of putting up with it.

Now, I can't even get you to talk about DADT. You promised to change. I know that you can. But why should I stand by your side when you can't keep your promises to me?

I get that you're scared. But I'm scared too -- scared of losing you. You need to prove to me that you really care. You need to finally give me the Employment Non-Discrimination Act and repeal Don't Ask Don't Tell, like you promised.

I have enough disappointments in my life. I need you to not be one of them.


The Gays (and all those who love and care about them)

Written by Courage Campaign
Thanks, Bosguy!


A couple of animal pictures from inside and outside the house:

I have a lovely sedum growing near the front door of the house. I've been collaring my seduns (seda?) with natural rock which sets them off beautifully; I did the job on this sedum yesterday and within five minutes, the tiny toad emerging from the space between two rocks had taken up residence. The little fellow is smaller than the final joint on my little finger.

I don't have a picture, but a female sparrow has begun building her nest on the ledge between the door-height glass window and the transom on one side of my front door. Starr got quite interested today seeing her gathering nesting material in front of the house and ferrying it up to the ledge. Fritz and I checked it out this evening, but it looks like she might have abandoned the project. The transom ledge is about three inches deep, which may not seem like much but I've seen birds build nests on less. We're hoping she returns tomorrow to finish the job.

And speaking of Starr, here's the afternoon nap taking place not just on the upholstered top of the antique chest, but on a cushion on top of the upholstery. Cats always know how to do things right.

Great idea to collar w. rock. I've been doing the same.
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