Friday, June 30, 2023

I know why Stonewall happened.

 

I know why Stonewall happened.

First of all, l want to make one thing abundantly clear-I view one’s sexual orientation to be the most trivial part of one’s identity right up there with eye color and hair color.  I believe everyone who is lgbtq+ is a child of God and deserve to be treated with the innate human dignity all human beings deserve. (In other words-no abusing/persecuting lgbtq+ people just because they are lgbtq+, people!).  I believe someone who is lgbtq+ has a right to work in 95% of the jobs that are out there and the 5% where it would be OK to discriminate the employer has to have a tax-exempt status and believes that God is their ultimate boss.  I don’t think someone who is lgbtq+ should be denied housing, food, or life-saving medical treatment for life threatening diseases[1] or even peeing/pooping in a public bathroom because they are lgbtqi+ alone.    I think Iran is wrong to sentence people to death merely for being lgbtq+.  I am just as offended by any homophobic slurs/insults that are hurled at the lgbtq+ community as much as they are.   I at one point even thought it was OK for same sex marriage to take place legally but for an odd reason (I wasn’t so much in favor of same sex marriage as much as I felt a need for legal protections of same sex couples when those same sex relationships eventually soured and ended in same sex divorce and I’m ok with people who aren’t ok with same sex marriage as well). In other words, I want to make it abundantly clear I do not hate anyone in the lgbtq+ community merely because they are lgbtq+.  

Having stated all the politically correct stuff I believe in- I’m about to write a bunch of stuff that will probably get me cancelled by the lgbtq+ community if not society as a whole.  

We are  done Pride month where we celebrate anyone/anything associated with the lgbtq+ community.  The lgbtq+ community has been around since at least biblical times with Leviticus 20:13 being perhaps the only other bible verse a Catholic can quote verbatim besides John 3:16. This probably means lgbtq+ Israelite community while wondering in the desert for 40 years longed to gather at places where some men could wear their mom’s tunic & veil and play that funky lute music all night long.  Ergo, clubs like the Stonewall Inn in NYC where that lgbtq+ community could gather probably also go back to biblical times.   Back in the 1960’s when the world was more religious, Americans wanted their legal laws to reflect their religiously moral ones.  Naturally being a homosexual was illegal as well as immoral and you had to make sure your clothing/hairstyle conformed to the conservative gender stereotype listed on your birth certificate.  Unfortunately, when the NYPD decided to raid the Stonewall Inn because the club was clearly flaunting all anti lgbtq+ laws in the state of NY on June 28th, 1969, the raid didn’t go as planned.  Filled with the spirit of the hippie rebellion of the 1960’s the Stonewall community fought back and won.   One year later Gay Pride Day was celebrated on the anniversary of the Stonewall riots with parades in several major cities.  Eventually the American Psychiatric Association removed homosexuality from their list of psychiatric illnesses in 1973, the US Supreme Court struck down same sex prohibition laws in 2003 & recognized same sex marriage in 2013.  So, now someone being a member of the lgbtq+  is really no big deal, right?

Uh, why is my Catholic guilt trip suddenly rising up?   Like I have this overwhelming fear that I’m going to Hell because I’m not warning how the lgbtq+ community is going to Hell if they don’t repent of their sinful ways?  Maybe it’s because I don’t feel confident in that optical surgery of removing that sinful splinter from my lgbtq+ brethren’s eye with this massive sinful 2 X 4 in my own that I still need to clobber myself a few hundred thousand times with 1st.

I guess the reason why I haven’t gotten all fiery & brimstoney with the lgbtq+ community is because I am a post-sexual-revolution child and thereby been propagandized into spiritual numbness with the philosophy of “live and let live” and course “love is love is love”.   So, even though I was raised strongly Catholic and agreed to follow all of the Catholic church’s teaching upon my confirmation to the Catholic church, I wasn’t about to hold anyone else up to that chaste standard.   An outing I had to the Field Museum in the mid 1990’s after the Field Museum had renovated its’ famous hall of prehistoric fossils illustrates this point of low those sexual chaste moral standards may have fallen.

Like many a child in Chicagoland I was 1st introduced to the Field Museum via a school field trip in the late 1970’s.    The one thing that vividly stood out in my young mind was the Field Museum’s prehistoric hallway were the brightly lit cases full of various fossils from various epochs of earth’s history contrasted with a darken long corridor leading guests to the highlight and brightly lit up room of the dinosaur bones & wooly mammoth & mastodon skeletons.    All seemed to be well for this prehistoric exhibit, except well, one day back in the 1990’s the Field Museum decided the 100-year-old prehistoric hall needed a makeover.    So, they made it over into a fun adventure primarily aimed at kids.  The planet’s history of life unfolded like a children’s storybook accentuated by videos in the exhibit done by legendary CBS 2 news anchor Bill Kurtis who presented  major events in earth’s pre-history as breaking news stories.    The exhibit started out explaining in childlike action dioramas how carbon atoms came together to form proteins and then single cell organism and then the exhibit led patrons past a room with a dark curtain drawn over the entrance.   There was a sign above the doorway that had just one word -sex.  

 Now, the Field Museum wasn’t about to put some pornographic images of creatures having sex up for little kids to see.  No, you draw back the curtain, entered the room and the exhibit then began to explain how life evolved into two specific sexes-male & female and why this was good.  Why?  Because two different sexes allowed different DNA to enter into a new life form that may allow it to come up with something genetically different to get it through the next mass life extinction that has plagued our planet since its’ beginning.   

So, before I can talk about why I know Stonewall happened, I have to talk about how perhaps we got to that point where the prestigious Field Museum could put a blatant sex joke aimed at adults (or at least giddy pre-teens & teens) on full display in an exhibit primarily aimed at kids.

My alma matter is Montini Catholic HS in Lombard IL.   But really Montini wasn’t another mother per se as much as it was an alma patter.  Montini got its’ name from Giovani Batista Enrico Maria Montini but eventually he dropped all of those names in 1963 and became simply known as Pope Paul VI.    Pope Paul VI is famous for stating that Catholics cannot use the birth control pill for birth control.    Now, Pope Paul forbidding Catholics from using the birth control pill was a big surprise to most Catholics since one of the pioneers of the birth control pill was Catholic physician John Rock.     The pill itself didn’t stop the sperm from entering the vagina or uterus.  The pill just tricked a woman’s body into thinking it was pregnant thereby preventing the egg from being released from a woman’s ovaries. This led to a lot of Catholic bishops to concur the pill was OK to use in the 1960’s.     However, after hearing both the pro pill arguments and the anti pill arguments Pope Paul VI realized a few things as stated in his papal encyclical “Humane Vitate” 1. Sex is meant to reproduce a species per God & Genesis 1:28 [i]2. Men are pigs and the pill could lead to “……man, growing used to the employment of anti-conceptive practices, may finally loose respect for the woman and, no longer caring for her physical and psychological equilibrium, may come to the point of considering her as the as a mere instrument of selfish enjoyment and no longer his respected and beloved companion” [ii] aka the #MeToo movement (including yes, #MeToo).   3. Chastity is the best policy sometimes even during marriage.

Obviously, with 70 million baby boomers undergoing puberty/adolescence in the 1960’s the ideal of being chaste was frowned upon as as a bowl of borsht during that decade.     Then, you add the adding of mass to mass media with all of them employing the old adage “sex sells”.  So, you had movie studios touting the physical attributes of a Marilyn Monroe or an Elizabeth Taylor instead of Ms. Monroe’s or Ms. Taylor’s considerable acting talents.  Speaking of Marilyn Monroe, magazines such as Playboy came out blurring the lines between pornography and art (seriously, if Playboy has such good articles why the need for a naked model in the center to literally titillate a potential customer?).   So, with the so-called sexual revolution in full swing and nearly 70 million people flaunting their sexuality in public it’s no wonder a few hundred thousand lgbtq+ people in 1969 felt that they should have the right to flaunt their sexuality openly and publicly as well.

Except that there were consequences of that sexual revolution.   I vividly remember the fear of the AIDS epidemic when it broke out in the 1980’s and how people were dying, especially a lot of that lgbtq+ community of that horrible disease.   Maybe God in his infinite wisdom realized that perhaps it’s not a good idea for one man to put the most sensitive part of his anatomy into the germiest part of another man’s anatomy.   If love is love is love then as Bishop Robert Barron frequently states “to love is to will the good of the other as other”[iii]   and that doesn’t mean engaging in someone on a mere sexual basis.  Heck, Jesus in Mathew 5:28 states anyone who views pornography is going to Hell[iv] and maybe the most loving thing I can think of to say is that perhaps we all should shove our sexuality back into a closet.  There is a ginormous difference between sex and love and the two aren’t mutually exclusive.  Just ask the poor victim of prostitution who, well let’s get real, men pay her to rape and rape is hate not love.    

 Not to mention the bigger sin in pride month isn’t the lgbtq+ part but the pride part.  Bishop Robert Barron recently reminded me in another YouTube short the capital sin of capital sins is pride[v] because “Pride turns myself into God” which is why I should never say I’m proud of something.   I should really be humble and say “I’m grateful to God that I was born in the United States of America” or “I’m grateful to God he gave me the skills/talent/patience to do a good job with XYZ task,” or “Yes I’ll support the Cubs even when they suck and thank you Lord for 2016.”      So yes, I understand in a predominately heterosexual cisgender world a need for those who aren’t heterosexual/cisgender to express themselves.  But part of me still is praying they humble themselves in prayer before God and realize the lgbtq+ part of themselves shouldn’t be their main focus.  Their focus should always be on others and following God’s way.

                  



[1] I am not 100% sure if transgender treatments would be considered life saving at this point.  And I’m Ok with someone denying wedding cakes, flowers, swan ice sculptures, hand embossed invitations, and catering opportunities for same sex weddings in the wedding business because they believe marriage must take place between a man and a woman.  



[i]And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moves upon the earth”  

[ii] Humane Vitate Paragraph 17

[iv] MT 5:28-But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.

Thursday, June 1, 2023

 

An open letter to the highly probably soon to be ex Duke & Duchess of Sussex.

Harry, Megan, I wish to sincerely apologize for caring about you.  Now, to be clear, I care a lot more for those people who are biologically and legally related to me than I do you.  I also care a lot more about the friends I know versus you two-de facto strangers to me. Furthermore, my top priory is trying to get through my day at work as opposed to trying to find out what alleged diva-esque behavior either one of you may be engaging in. 

And yet, there is some secret Anglophile part of me that can’t resist clicking on a link revealing the latest gossip in the war of the Wales against the Sussexes.  

I can’t even understand why I want to follow you two anyway?   If, as William Faulkner famously said “The past is never dead, it isn’t even past” then I should be holding you Duke Sussex personally accountable for the Irish starvation caused by your great, great, great, great Grandma Vicki in the 1840s the way my Irish forbearers did.   It only seems fair since I feel the British press are holding your wife responsible for the abdication of your great, great uncle Edward VIII and the madness of great, great, great, great, great grandpa Georgie III. Also, Duchess Sussex, a former thespian such as yourself should have read/acted in British playwright George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion.  A work which illustrates how white hoity toity English phonetics professor Henry Higgins has no qualms looking down and mistreating his fellow white English beggar woman citizen Eliza Doolittle merely because she doesn’t know you’re supposed to pronounce the “H” in “herb”.  So, what chance does a biracial divorced mid 30’s American woman have in the uber upper crust of British society?   Not to mention the British tabloid media label of “Diva” is a probably a misunderstanding of the innate superiority attitude every American has been raised to have since the 1980's and we have the goods to back it up. (As proof I offer the formerly British now American YouTube sensation Lawrence Brown who goes in depth the differences between Brittan and America https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Lost+in+the+ponf ).        

Now, full disclosure for me.  I studied journalism in college in the early 1990’s.  I learned all about the Who, What, Where, When, Why & How’s of Journalism.  And I know that you two do not fit what was once considered to be respectable news.  You do not hold any major political power.  You’re not in charge of a massive major multi-billion dollar industry.  Heck Duke Sussex, even if you went from Spare to King Henry IX as a mere figurehead king of England you’d have to just say “Pip, pip hurrah” if the British Parliament approved a nuclear bomb being dropped on downtown London.   

And yet why am I taking the time out to watch that Netflix documentary, the 60 minutes interview and even watching the TMI interview you gave with Stephen Colbert online as though ever word that comes out of your mouth is a honey sweetened piece of truth gold that I can’t live without?  Why am I pondering spending $18 on the Kindle version of the book you probably paid some ghost writer to write on your behalf when I still haven’t gotten around to reading much more important pieces of British literature like the physical Lord of the Rings books that I got from my uncle for free 20 years ago?   Why am I wanting to care about you and your troubles?

I know the behavior I am exhibiting is as old as time itself.  In the days of Camelot, I’m pretty sure the cobbler who after he got done wailing from nailing his thumb was eager to track down the town crier to inquire about that bold cavalier Queen Guinevere was seen cavorting with the night before.  Still, why does the thought “Well at least I don’t have 1,000 paparazzi trying to get a photograph of me in my underwear” provide a temporary salve to the ennui and stress brought on by my job and my life? And why are there so many people deep down like me (and I’m brave enough to admit it) wanting to partake in the shallow pleasure of schadenfreude voyeurism?

Maybe it’s because someone a lot smarter than me figured out schadenfreude voyeurism could be a useful tool in the art of distraction.    Duke Sussex, you compared the British media scene to a dragon, and I feel guilty for feeding that dragon.  Now the two dragons that I know of- Smaug from “The Hobbit” and Maleficent from “Sleeping Beauty”,  primarily protected a valuable treasure.  In the case of The Hobbit’s Smaug, he protected a vast pile of gold and other material things.  In the case of Sleeping Beauty, it was to ensure Maleficent's evil curse would endure.   So, what is the British media dragon protecting or preventing to be seen?  Maybe it’s the fact that one in three kids live in poverty in Great Brittan[i] and the average British citizen has lost an average of £1,000($1250)[ii] from their paycheck over the last five years.   Maybe it’s telling the public if they don’t want any more 40 C (104◦ F) summer days they have to give up a £6.3($7.88)[iii] billion income stream from the British oil industry and submit themselves to major lifestyle changes.  Maybe it’s the ongoing inflation above 10% [iv]which won’t be going down anytime soon thanks to the Brexit decision made years ago that is causing Scotland to resurrect the spirit of William Wallace.    Maybe those in power figure it’s better to spend £345[v] ($431.24) million in taxpayer money on the British equivalent of “Keeping up with the Kardashians” rather than tackle and face the problems that nobody deep down wants to face.

Because I do care about the troubles you are facing due to this media firestorm.  Because even if every nasty thing written about you two were true (I know it’s not but even hypothetically it was) no one should endure the harassment you two have endured just because you weren’t willing to follow some perceived stereotype of what a royal should be.   I am keeping you in my prayers and trying my best to not click on the latest criticism because reading those nasty types of stories is causing that dragon to grow.   Besides, Duke Sussex, you’re a prince.  You know what you are supposed to do with dragons.

And – Wow, look at the way Quora just dissed Harry & his late Mom in the same paragraph.

Did I just hear a dragon roar?

Uh, sorry?