Five things

Aug. 5th, 2010 05:21 pm
semperfiona: (hope)
1. In honor of Prop. H8 being overturned, I bring back the Hope icon. This morning I even had a surprisingly positive conversation with several coworkers who were also pleased by the outcome. Even in Missouri, folks, the world is changing.

2. Rosa just got back from Camp yesterday afternoon. I haven't seen her yet but I talked to her on the phone for a while and it sounds like she had a good time. She didn't enjoy canoeing but it was due more to the other girls in her canoe shrieking every time they wobbled than to the exercise.

3. Read Julian Comstock the other night. I requested it from the library after reading the thread on Making Light. It's well-written and frightening, the world-building is quite convincing, and I didn't like it. For several reasons: one, I can imagine a theocratic nightmare dystopia just fine for myself, and it's not a world I want to reside in even for the length of a book; two, preaching to the choir, dude!; three, I found the narrator's extreme and willful naivete annoying; four, hope-dashing ending.

4. This has been a very exhausting week. The city sent us a nastygram for excessive weeds in the back yard, and I spent most of Saturday, part of Sunday and part of Monday weeding. It's been the hottest week of the year, and I am only now recovering from all that exertion and the near heat prostration I suffered on Monday.

5. I got a shiny new computer at work on Tuesday, and suddenly I find the computer is actually waiting for me rather than the other way around. Wahoo!
semperfiona: (kiss)
Mai prezdint, let me sho u him.

Tuesday was a very emotional day. Driving to work, listening to NPR as usual, I started crying every time they interviewed an ordinary Joe or Jane about their experiences. Didn't get an opportunity to watch the inauguration festivities myself, even though $COMPANY had a big-screen set up for the purpose: too busy. This may be for the best, as a face covered in tears, even happy hopeful ones, is not the professional image I try to project.

Then I cried the next day at my lunch table while reading the text of Obama's inauguration speech.

Still haven't watched any of the ceremonies beyond what's been on the regular news coverage. Chris tivoed it though, so I will do that soon.

Wednesday I printed out a copy of +Gene Robinson's invocation from Sunday and stuck it to my cubicle wall, where it remains. I made another one and stuck it on the wall in the break room, but that one has mysteriously disappeared. I'm not really surprised; I expected that to happen. After all, when I occasionally find anonymous copies of homophobic, racist or sexist nonsense posted or left on tables in the breakrooms, or still on the printer, I throw them in the wastebasket immediately like the trash they are. I suspect the anonymous leaver of such things found Bishop Robinson's prayer offensive and did likewise.

Wednesday night was the $COMPANY service awards banquet. I have just completed ten years of service (officially--I worked a year for them as a contractor prior to that), so I was up for an award. When the invitation came, Chris said, "I went with you last time so you should take your girlfriend. It's her turn." After some trepidation, we decided to do just that.

Spent a goodly part of Wednesday afternoon agonizing over the just-right fashion choices, including a purchase of new shoes for each of us, and ended up wearing velvet dresses and tall shoes. Tall enough that I could look Chris in the eye.

Coworkers were...daunted, I think. Everyone was very nice to Tammie, whom I introduced as "my girlfriend Tammie". I let people think that meant whatever they liked to think it meant. It did make one person eat his words, though. He said, "something-something your friend," where we were going to leave it, but then he asked how we know each other. Tammie said, "Um, we live together." He recovered well, though, following up with "and how did you meet?"

I am gratified, for the purpose of my continued employment, that I did not think of the obvious response to "how do you know each other?" until the next evening. Somehow I don't think "carnally" would have been a good choice of riposte under the circumstances.

I didn't sleep very well that night, in part due to temperature issues with the heat in the house, and in part because I was nervous about work the next day. I know what a rumor mill this place is, and I was concerned that people would have been gossiping about me. *shrug* They may well have, but it's been two days now and I haven't heard a single word of it. Either people are minding their own business, they interpreted 'girlfriend' according to their heterocentric mindset as 'close female buddy', or they're managing some really quiet talk that hasn't yet reached any of my closest friends.

I got nuthin else. I just like to say "President Obama".
semperfiona: American flag superimposed with "American. Liberal. Voter." (liberal)
Never really have much disposable money, these days, but I just donated $10 to the No on 8 campaign in California. I did phone banking and neighborhood canvassing for the No on 2 campaign (Missouri, 2004), but as I can't really do that from here, so I sent some cash instead. I figure the California amendment has the best chance of being tossed out, since they actually *have* same-sex marriage already where the other two states have laws against it, and the more we can show that the world doesn't end by allowing same-sex marriage, the better chance there is of repealing the bad laws that exist elsewhere.

And I sent $10 to the Obama campaign. Me and my bumper sticker will be driving around Missouri, still a toss-up state but definitely in the running. (Gah. Overheard my ex-boss talking this morning about a McCain-Palin rally that he wanted to go to.)
semperfiona: A pile of conversation hearts (love hearts)
The office is having a bake sale on Valentine's Day, to benefit Mercy Ministries International. It's a group home, "for girls 13-28 who are experiencing life-controlling disorders". (Quoted from the website.)

I am of several minds about this. I'm disturbed because they're clearly and unabashedly a Christian charity--they require church attendance and bible study from their residents and declare that Jesus will save girls from all of their problems--and direct support of religious organizations by a company strikes me as inappropriate. I can downplay this reaction by reminding myself that employee participation is voluntary, if difficult to resist.

But the other things that are troubling me are harder to counter. One of the "life-controlling disorders" they treat is "unwed pregnancy", and there's an adoption agency attached to the home. Pregnant girls are apparently given only two choices: keep the baby or give it up for adoption, and "pregnant girls are given priority because there is such a brief window to make the decision for life" (this is a paraphrase--to the best of my recollection--from an interview with founder Nancy Alcorn in Christianity Today). It leaves me with a flavor of Magdalene Laundry or adoption mill. They do state that girls must make the application themselves and choose for themselves to go there, but it seems to me that it would be easy to coerce a frightened teenager into applying. I can't tell how stringent the checks are that might prevent coercion.

And then there's the concern that same-sex attraction might also be one of the "life-controlling disorders" they treat. This is purely out of my head, and nothing I could find supports it, but on the other hand there's very little to indicate that if, for example, a girl's self-injury is due to inability to reconcile her suppressed lesbian desires with her religion that she'd be encouraged--or even allowed--to come out. I did find one blog that stated that Mercy Ministries has no position one way or the other on homosexuality, but no information directly from the source to corroborate or disprove that.

Also there's the emphasis placed on abstinence from sex (again from the Christianity Today interview). Maybe that makes some sense for teenagers--maybe--but for adult women it's ridiculous. Alcorn talks about having dated a man who lived in another city, and when he came to visit she didn't even let him sleep on her couch, because proximity might be too tempting.

Lastly, and maybe this is stupid, but calling women up to age 28 "girls" is offensive.

On the other hand, chocolate. But seriously. There is probably a need for places like this, and most of my concerns are purely guilt-by-association and what-if. So is it a decent-enough charity to give a couple bucks to for the immediate gratification of a sugar rush, or even the value of a cake or plate of brownies?

I've spent a fair amount of time googling in hopes of finding something concrete, but there's nothing. Does anyone have any other information on this organization, good or bad?

1. Should I bake/buy something to donate to the sale?
2. Should I buy anything from the sale?
semperfiona: (Default)
When talking with different people about my own realization of my
sexuality, I keep remembering my college friend Lora, with whom I had a
late-night conversation about whether or not we were or might be bi. We
both said something about being willing to find out...and then got
scared of the obvious next step and ran away from the whole
conversation. So I googled her name a few weeks ago, and I find an out
bi poly chick, working at IU. I just emailed her to ask if she's that
same Lora. I tried to give enough context that she'd remember me, enough
present day to try to make myself sound interesting, but not so much
that it'd overwhelm a complete stranger or be annoying if she wasn't
interested in getting back in touch. We shall see.
semperfiona: (rosa crowned)
This has the potential to be interesting, in the Chinese sense. I feel
that Rosa's school experience will be better if we are able to be open
with the school about our family configuration. So I called up the
Catholic school today and asked them some questions.

I said I had read a news item about a child somewhere being refused
entry to a Catholic school because her parents were a lesbian couple. (I
can't actually remember whether the parents were men or women. But it
doesn't matter for the purpose.) I asked whether that was a policy or
just that particular school. The secretary didn't know. She said it had
never come up before, but it "might be a problem." Would I like to talk
to the principal? I said yes, and proceeded to ask him the same
question. I got much the same answer, along with "I'd have to check with
the pastor and the archdiocesan council, but it would seem to conflict
with our Statement of Christian Witness."

Said item turns out to be some sort of document that the enrollee's
parents are supposed to sign. I have asked them to send me a copy, since
it normally isn't part of the registration process but is sent home
later, "after school starts." If I can't assent to whatever is contained
in that document, then I'm not going to allow Rosa to be enrolled there.
But I gave them my proper name and mailing address to send it to, so
there is no more chance of closeting ourselves with that school in any

When I told Tammie this, she wondered how long it would take for the
gossip mill to get back to Ray's family. I'd like to hope the school
administration could be more discreet than *that*, but well, another
day, another adventure.
semperfiona: (higgledy piggledy)
It's not my best work, but...

Rimini pimini
Naval recruiters now
Hire homosexuals, but
Still have some slots;

Specification re-
Quires the enlistment of
Masochists, sots.
semperfiona: (Default)
The moment one has a sudden urge to kiss a coworker in the lunchroom is a good time to just leave the room without speaking to her.
semperfiona: (Default)
Picture the scene...frustrated and horny little bisexual redhead Fiona goes looking for a lesbian porn video. Read more... )
semperfiona: (Default)
Snow White is Rosa's favorite movie. We were watching it tonight, and she announced, "Someday my Princess will come."
semperfiona: (Default)
It's so depressing working with people who are judgmental and clueless about same-sex relationships. None of them know about us, of course, and living in the closet is itself depressing, but listening with a smile to the snide commentary of coworkers is even worse. Just now, some women were hanging around talking, and said something about how one of them hated it when you come up behind her and play with her hair. I said, "I'd have to be a lot closer friends with someone to let them play with my hair." (I was thinking of Jen; playing with each other's hair is one of our favorite ways to express affection.) One said, "But she and I are close." I said, "Not like that." She answered, "Oh, you mean opposite sex close." I said, "I mean, romantically entangled." Which isn't entirely accurate, on reflection, but no one in that group was going to get into my 'cuddly-friends' category, either.

For some reason, and it may have just been non sequitur, she then asked the group, "Did you hear about that high school where the two girls were elected class sweethearts?" I refrained from commenting, as the rest of them said things like "It just shows..." with the deprecatory inflection that always means " society is going down the drain." Meanwhile I was thinking how I wished my high school had been that open-minded. I don't know of *any same-sex couples during my high school years. This may be because I myself was a judgmental fundamentalist christian at the time (people do change, don't they? ;-) ) but if they were openly gay even I'd have known. There just weren't any out couples.


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