Love

So yes, it's the day in America that is considered the day of LOVE. Thanks Hallmark. It's a day that for many many years in the past I've simply felt horrible inadequate and alone. I know that the last couple of years I've noticed that it bothers me less than it used to. Maybe because even on the few years that I wasn't alone or was attached at the time of the holiday in question the times really weren't that good. Maybe it's because I gave up on ever truly finding love for myself and hence gave up on my constant frantic searching for Mr. Right. And just to say ha-freaking-ha to all those who knowingly said "as soon as you stop looking it will happen." Well I quit looking several years ago and it hasn't happened, I feel like I'm living proof that not everyone who wants marriage finds it. And I'm still ok. Mostly. Yes sometimes I get lonely and start thinking I'd like a guy around. More often I get horny but lets face, men aren't always necessary when one has batteries. Jaded much?

This does have a point. Really. I've been around a lot of really conservative people in my life. I respect there beliefs although I don't understand them. I respect that they believe certain things are wrong although I don't understand or accept the insistence to force those beliefs on others. Down at the bottom of my blog I've got a short little video that I stole/borrowed off Dora's blog. I don't think she minds. It captured me the first time I ever saw it. Enough so that several months later I went back and copied the site and put it on my blog so that I could go watch it. It's a video of a bunch of people in love who are asking to not be divorced against their will. Pictures that I'm sure some would state make them sick to see. And I don't get it. I see people in love. I see happy people, in love. And I can't understand why people can be so against the sleeping arrangements and lives of other people they've never met. In a world where there is many more images of war, hatred, and unhappiness I can't understand why people are bothered by who other people love. Likely I will never understand it either. Yes I was raised to believe being gay is wrong. I've heard all the arguments. They all just sound hollow to me because love is love and how can it be wrong? Ever? It makes me happy though to see that there are new pictures on there from time to time. See, Love matters in all it's forms.