Subtle Glow

but I’d rather be at home, curled up under the blankets in my bed. I’d rather be laying there with the chill of the room trying to get in under the covers with me. I’d like to spend the whole day in bed, with the shutters letting only the tiniest little bit of light seep in through the edges, reminding me that I’m in bed all day.

My head is pounding, my eyes feel gritty. My teeth are already set on edge. I muttered and scowled at my alarm clock this morning. I woke up with hate in my heart for that stupid clock radio. I’m tired.

I was listending to the radio on my way in this morning and there was a bit of a debate about whether or not it was “ok” to let a man massage another man. I don’t mean “let” in the legal sense. I mean “socially acceptable” and I guess I didn’t realize that there were so many people missing the point.

Eventually they drew the conclusion that what made it “icky” was that the man being massaged might be involuntarily aroused by the massage.

And?

I don’t consider myself bisexual, but I can appreciate things that are sexy from both men and women.  I don’t think there’s anything awful about that. I’ve never had sex with another woman and at this point I don’t have any real desire to, otherwise I would.

I guess I’m just surprised that people (other than fundamentalist-type people) will be so openly homophobic or bigoted and yet to them it’s just simply normal and ok to equate gay with wrong.