Leda and the Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By his dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
How can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins, engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Tell everyone about it and get y'self a group hug.
I'm Eleanor Roosevelt.
Which Famous Homosexual are you?
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A Roosevelt yourself, you married your fifth cousin Franklin; despite the obvious incestuous overtones, your six kids were happy and healthy.
When Franklin got elected, you became perhaps the most controversial first lady ever - you spoke out for the rights of women; for the rights of the poor; for world peace. You were even a member of a union while your husband was in office - and when he died, you were the head of the UN Commission on Human Rights.
All of which is pretty kick ass, but to top things off you had a hot and steamy relationship with the lesbian journalist Lorena Hickok, who was so madly in love with you that she halted her career for you. Unfortunately, you couldn't give up your public life that easily - leaving her heartbroken.
Because I don’t. It’s not even a matter of global safety, though I don’t feel safe on that level, with our president basically on a road to warring with every nation on the planet, but a matter of personal safety. I don’t feel proud to live in this country anymore. I was reading something the other day about the instances of gay-bashing being on the rise since the whole gay marriage debate was thrust into the public sphere with Bush’s anti-gay amendment. The man is just truly evil. I resent someone who has never met me calling me a sinner, especially when I don’t define sin in the same way. I don’t even think I would ever use the word sin in a conversation since I don’t buy into all that religious nonsense. There are good things that happen in this world, and bad things, but sin? I don’t know how anyone could be so morally righteous. But there was George Bush, standing in front of the country, calling me a sinner and basically giving people license to see me as a second-class citizen. I’m worthy of your pity, but I’m not worthy of your compassion. I’m worthy of your censure, yet I’m not worthy of your rights. I’m worthy of your judgment, and I’m not worthy of equal protection under the laws of our country. I’m worthy of paying your salary with my tax dollars, but I’m not worthy of getting the same benefits as a straight married couple who are also benefiting from my tax dollars.
Our president is a dangerous man. He believes jesus speaks directly to him, instructing how and why to run the country, the world. I don’t feel safe because our president is an arrogant fool and doesn’t understand the forest for the trees. He’s spent his entire life being sheltered and handed lofty positions by the people who surround and protect him. He doesn’t have a clue. He’s a man who can’t control his impulses, like alcohol, and therefore believes that everyone else needs to have their urges monitored and regulated. His agenda is to cater to the religious right, disregarding one of the fundamental tenets of our Constitution, separation of church and state.
Maybe I read too much, am on the Internet too much, watch too much news on television. Maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I feel like I spend most days waiting for the bottom to drop out of the economy, or something to be dropped from the sky into another building, or someone to show up on my lawn burning a cross.
Am I exaggerating? I wish it were that simple.
Subservient Chicken. This is really freaky. He won't vacuum, but he will do the Macarena, have a pillow fight, moonwalk and try to fly. He'll even do a sun salute if you type in "yoga." If you really want to get creeped out, just type the word "camera" and don't blame me if you can't sleep tonight.
We adopted Mr. Digby from a bizarre woman who acquired him from an actually crazy lady who used to keep him tied up to the coffee table all day. He doesn’t seem abused, maybe just a bit neglected. But supposedly Crazy Lady #1 surrendered her to Crazy Lady #2 because she had a stroke or died or something. I’m not sure exactly what the story is.
SweetieKins went to pick him up at the CL2’s house on Monday. He said the woman’s house is disgusting, very odiferous and rank, which could explain why Mr. Digby stinks the mighty dog-stink, or perhaps no one ever bathed him. His coat is very foul, you can just feel the grime on him even if you have lost your sense of smell and cannot smell him. But he just had the snip snip surgery last week and the vet said we can’t bathe him yet, the wound needs more time to heal. I feel bad for him because I want to bond with him and hold him and hug him, but every time I pick him up or pet him, I feel like I need to run to the sink and wash myself down.
But Senor Digby is adjusting well to his new home. The previous puppies alternate between pretending his isn’t there or sniffing him up and down trying to figure out what this tiny little thing is. I’m not sure if they have determined yet that he isn’t a new toy. This morning I took them all outside and in their excitement the older and larger dogs stepped all over Mr. D trying to get outside, but he didn’t seem to mind. He just goes with the flow. We haven’t had any accidents or puppy face-offs yet, and I’m hoping it continues that way. I was nervous about the new dog upsetting the precarious balance of our home, but I think Mr. Digby will just fold right in and as soon as he’s been bathed it’ll be like he’s been with us from the beginning.
Bonus: A Brief History of April Fool’s Day