The Therapeutic Benefits of Naked Photography

Apologies if this is way too much information, but I’ve discovered that having naked pictures of oneself over the course of several years can be a very valuable and reassuring reference when one is wondering if a certain swelling is (a) just two lumps of fat that have always been there or (b) something more sinister.

Yes, it’s just fat. And yes, it’s pretty much always been there, although it’s expanded a bit with my waistline over the past fifteen years. And yes, it’s little paranoid moments like these that are teaching me to love my fat. I will not, however, use that as an excuse to order extra gravy when my parents come over to take me out to dinner tonight.

Or maybe I will…

Hypocritical Homos?

Here in the south, the prevailing sentiment on undocumented immigrants (or at least the stated one) seems to be that “I don’t mind ‘the Mexicans’ being here. What I mind is the fact that they’re here illegally.” The implication, of course, is that the only justification for discriminating against “the Mexicans” is the fact that they’re breaking the law by being here.

As generally unpleasant and hard to swallow as that logic may be, it seems particularly hypocritical when it’s uttered by someone who professes to have fought for equal rights for homosexuals. Until a few years ago, homosexual activity was illegal in almost every state in the union. The mere fact that same-sex contact was illegal was used by landlords, employers, government agencies, and other institutions as justification for whatever discrimination they deemed appropriate.

You’d think anyone who had been a member of a group that had been irrationally targeted using “illegal behavior” as a justification — homosexuals, members of interracial couples, etc. — would know better, or that he might at least be able to see some parallels here. But you’d be surprised by how often you’d be wrong about that.

Am I suggesting that everyone who breaks any law should be exempt from any consequences? No. I am, however, suggesting that our immigration laws probably need significant fine-tuning, just as our sodomy laws did several years ago. I’m also suggesting that anyone who has been discriminated against merely for breaking an unjust law might want to consider very carefully how he treats others who are in a similar predicament.

This presumes, of course, that “breaking the law” really is the only issue. And you know as well as I do that, sadly, it very often is not.

With This Ring

Three years ago today, he and I were a part of the most romantic act of civil disobedience ever:

You know what? I love him even more now than I did then. Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t just clutching onto him to stay warm that morning after spending the whole night outside in the cold rain.

The Ghost of February Past

I haven’t done one of these in a while. It’s mid-February through the years:

There were a lot of things going on in February in the earlier years too, but for some reason I don’t feel like including them.

Weird LiveJournal Links

I don’t understand. I looked at my stats tonight and I have all these referrals from Live Journal sites belonging to people I don’t know. When I go to check out the sites in question, I don’t see any links to me. They all seem legitimate, so I don’t think it’s referrer spam. I just don’t get it.

Unrelated: has anyone used Super Duper, the semi-shareware backup utility? Any opinions?

A Ten-year Love Affair

When we entered into the relationship, I knew I wasn’t the first. And there have been some tense moments over the years, mostly when we were in San Francisco or (as is so often the case) when we travelled together. A lot of effort has to go into a healthy relationship, and I’ve neglected things from time to time. Both of us have our faults and our weaknesses, and we’ve both been through a lot.

But I wouldn’t trade these past ten years for anything.

What Goes Around…

Did you ever notice how whenever you announce you’re getting a cold, someone always tells you that “there’s one going around”, as if this were some significant bit of wisdom to which only they — and now you — were privy?

Of course there’s a cold “going around”. There’s always a cold “going around.” That’s what colds do. It’s not like I whippped up a nice big batch of virus all by myself for my own use while I was cooking my eggs this morning.

OK. I feel better now. But my throat still hurts.