07-28-2003, 12:56 PM
I am no Trouser Tyrant, I assure you. There is a BIG difference between dressing up like a lady and wearing kimonos, sarongs, kilts, hoopais, robes, sarapes, and grass skirts. To further drive that point home, my wife is a Scottish Lass. She is going to have one of those great big Scottish reunions. And I am being fitted for a kilt of all things pretty soon. I have even been informed of the proper reply for when somebody asks, "What is worn under a kilt?" "Why nothing Laddie, it's all in good working order down there!"
Jesus openly condemned men acting efeminate. Please, for the love of God, don't bring him into this, trying to twist 2000 year old religious views. Jesus spoke of proper dress, social grace, simple manners, and of common kindness. Yes, he did tell us to love one another. But he also said to give up all we have, and follow him. People use that love one another bit like some sort of weapon, and end up as fools. Jesus loved people enough it seems to use a cat o nine tails right in his Father's own house, lashing out, flipping over tables, and cursing and spitting. Jesus, most importantly, was HUMAN and he was prone to human bouts of emotion.
I do not burn witches, or gay folks for that matter, having friends who are infact, in those camps. There has been many occasions where I have broke bread with my Wiccan friends, and we have lovely dinner parties and chat about all manner of things, and one of my wife's friends is a gay black man of all things, two things all rolled into one that you do not want to be here in the South. We have become close, to some degree, and we have talked at great length about many things. I condemn his choice of lifestyle, but I admire his philosophies and his courage to "dare to be different."
Heck, if you want to get down to brass tacks, we all have something that will condemn us. I know for my self, I experimented a great deal with drugs back in the 60s and 70s. I am still prone to binge drinking on occasion. I can't make excuses.
Inspite of that, there are some things that I feel are just "wrong" and would be a lot more comfortable having those things kept at home. If there are laws about public intoxication and making a jackass out of your self, perhaps anybody wearing a skirt in public should be obligated to undergo a breathilizer test, to at least make sure they are sober in their endevours.
Jesus openly condemned men acting efeminate. Please, for the love of God, don't bring him into this, trying to twist 2000 year old religious views. Jesus spoke of proper dress, social grace, simple manners, and of common kindness. Yes, he did tell us to love one another. But he also said to give up all we have, and follow him. People use that love one another bit like some sort of weapon, and end up as fools. Jesus loved people enough it seems to use a cat o nine tails right in his Father's own house, lashing out, flipping over tables, and cursing and spitting. Jesus, most importantly, was HUMAN and he was prone to human bouts of emotion.
I do not burn witches, or gay folks for that matter, having friends who are infact, in those camps. There has been many occasions where I have broke bread with my Wiccan friends, and we have lovely dinner parties and chat about all manner of things, and one of my wife's friends is a gay black man of all things, two things all rolled into one that you do not want to be here in the South. We have become close, to some degree, and we have talked at great length about many things. I condemn his choice of lifestyle, but I admire his philosophies and his courage to "dare to be different."
Heck, if you want to get down to brass tacks, we all have something that will condemn us. I know for my self, I experimented a great deal with drugs back in the 60s and 70s. I am still prone to binge drinking on occasion. I can't make excuses.
Inspite of that, there are some things that I feel are just "wrong" and would be a lot more comfortable having those things kept at home. If there are laws about public intoxication and making a jackass out of your self, perhaps anybody wearing a skirt in public should be obligated to undergo a breathilizer test, to at least make sure they are sober in their endevours.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."