Damn, I’m funny.
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My inbox is filled with messages that want things from me. But Twitter and Tumblr just give and give.
* For the benefit of straight folks, homophobia is only ever the result of me wearing something “queer,” like a necktie, or whatever, or holding the hand of, kissing, showing affection to my S.O. Otherwise nobody knows, and just stares cause I’m smokin’ hot or whatevs.
I saw two girls holding hands on a street corner the other day, and it made me ridiculously happy. Hooray for self-expression! There is a lot of hate and fear and prejudice, and I’m always glad to see people with the intrepidity to be themselves.
“John 8:3-7: The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” Jesus bent down and picked up a rock. When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “OK, we start on the count of three. And if I see any of you throwing like limp-wristed sissies, you’re next.””
This is so subversive. It works on the obvious level of parodying a conservative tough-on-crime platform. But the larger picture here is that Jesus was teaching a break from the past, a new way of doing things. In the revised passage, however, he’s upholding the past, the old laws. He’s been changed from a radical teacher to a literal conservative, someone who upholds and protects the way things have always been.
And I cannot tell you how weird it is to me to be writing about the Bible like this.
Animals with Lightsabers :: “This is not the eucalpytus you’re looking for.”
Whenever I’m sad about something I think about this comic strip.
“I’m the guy who sucks plus I got depression.”
Fantastic.
Synchronicity. Second time today Achewood has crossed my path. Looks deliciously twisted. Must reader on teh regular.
Darths & Droids: Episode 319: The Twilight Zone -
“We’re not sure exactly when vampires stopped being horrific and became vehicles for adolescent angst, but we suspect roleplayers might have to own up to some of the blame.”
I will be sitting on my bum in front of the computer this weekend, secure in the knowledge that he loves me just the way I am.
My 77-year-old father is taking a tap-dancing class at the community college. I can only hope I’m as spritely.
10 years later, this continues to crack me up.