feydeplume
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SirJ40 this one does come up eventually and I come down more on the "I have rights too" side than the "hide it in case some "innocent" is "damaged" by seeing me" side. I am a pretty live and let live sort of person. I have seen way too much weird and bad and beautiful and miraculous not to be. I am not so arrogant to think that i understand every other human action that i see. But yah know what? I do step in, as unwanted as it is to them, when the abusive spouse starts making a scene while i am having dinner. And i don't get into trying to embarrass them for their actions, I ask them if this violence is consensual between them. When (inevitiably) the aggressor yells at me for *interfereing*, I call over the manager and ask that they be removed and the police be called becaue I want to press charges for verbal assult as a hate crime. Same kinda thing when i see the sugared-up obese kids going all Lord of the Flies at dinner. Once the kid gives me and excuse to interfer, I do. AND i make it a big, loud, public thing. Cuz, bottomline here, I don't see why i should have to witness hateful violence with my dessert. I DID NOT CONSENT TO BEING WITNESS TO THEIR HATE. When i see the teens walking around glued together at the hip and lip, I giggle. When i see the lovers feeding each other off thier plates, I smile. When small children ask my M about his blue hair, we kneel down and talk to the child. When i see the mother with 3 or 4 kids that are running her ragged but she is honestly trying to keep up with them AND get some othter task done, I offer her my help. It won't hurt me to open a door for a mom with a babe in arms and a toddler and a shopping cart and it MIGHT get into the head of the toddler that it is ok to be nice to strangers. I try not to get confused about the differences between hate, love, and sex, in their many forms. I will not accept hate to go unchallenged and pretend that it is acceptable. I try to support love in it's zillion forms by witnessing it and letting it enrich my life. Sex is sex and happens all the time everywhere, more than hate or love. It's freekin' Spring people, what do YOU think pollin is? (my mother, a wise wacky woman, calls pollin bukkae and complains, laughing about snowballing when she coughs hard from her allergies). When i see sex around me, be it bugs, flowers, teens, or old people holding hands, I accept it. and I am thankful that it is happening. I don't necessarily want to be part of the sex (no one seems to even feel the need to put bugs on there hard limits list, it is just too deep a base assumption) but I am thankful that it is happening. So to sort of make this ramble into really small bites... ACTS OF HATE= me being "that guy" and calling them on it and if possible fucking thier day by calling the police in on it. ACTS OF LOVE= me being supportive and happy and thankful that i get to see it. ACTS OF SEX= get the fuck *wink* over it, it is happening all around you all the time and seeing sex isnt going to shock a grandma. Get real, HOW do to think she BECAME a grandma? it is (probably) not going to damage a child, they just won't get what the big deal is and think it is funny or weird or start their sexual education before they become sexually active, yanno like we teach people how to do a job before we make them do it (warning rant material here) But what do i know about being socially acceptable and keeping my life to myself. Some day stop and think about that sentance. What do you really know about being invisable and being some mythical social norm. *sigh* i think my soapbox is wearing out.
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