Friday, December 30, 2011

The Downside of Living in a State with Marriage Equality

(The full title of this blog should actually read: "The downside of living in a state with marriage equality while DOMA is still the federal law of the land.")

This is the first year since our marriage that C and I have lived in a state with full marriage equality. This is far and away a good thing, but we have just discovered one very annoying downside: taxes.

Taxes have always been an issue for us and will continue to be until DOMA is repealed. Because DOMA prohibits the IRS from recognizing our marriage, we must file as individuals. Consequently, C and I pay more in federal taxes than we would if one of us owned a vagina.

But this has always been the case for us. There is nothing new along those lines this year.

What is new this year is a consequence of living in a state with full marriage equality. For the first time we find ourselves in that happy situation. But the conflict between Mass law and federal law gives rise to a puzzling amount of paperwork:

C and I must now generate three federal 1040s every year.

For the Feds we will file two individual 1040s. Then we will complete--but not file--a married 1040. The married federal 1040 we will file with Massachusetts along with the Commonwealth's married tax return.

This will be the requisite procedure until DOMA (or at least the portion of DOMA that prevents federal recognition of state marriages) is repealed. So not only will we continue to pay more in federal taxation than heterosexual couples, we will also have to file more paperwork.

Whine whine whine, right? I know, I know. Paperwork is a small price to pay for having our marriage recognized by the state in which we live. But one less set of paperwork is one more thing we are looking forward to once DOMA is history.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

O Holy Night, verse 3 and chorus 2

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.

He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

My favorite lines from my favorite carol.

Merry Christmas everybody!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

C and I are Crying on the Couch

and in 37 seconds you will be crying too. Must maximize before playing.

Breathing Out Lies

Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.
--Exodus 20:16

There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: [#6] a false witness who breathes out lies.
--Proverbs 6:16,19a
The Family "Research" Council today released a statement that LGBT groups supported a repeal (which of course did not pass Congress) of the prohibition on bestiality in the US military's code of conduct.

Bestiality. Seriously.


Somewhere in America, a pastor is going to repeat this unvarnished lie from the pulpit this week in a screed about the "homosexual agenda" and the decline of America. Somewhere in America, a frightened kid in a pew struggling with gay feelings is going to hear this and think it is true. Somewhere in America, another gay kid is going to contemplate suicide.

This is some sick shit.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Our Home

We finally got around to taking photos of our new digs, and we thought it would share them with the world. My apologies that some of the photos look a bit washed out or blurry; we just used the camera on my phone :-/

If you need a quick reminder, here's what the outside of our home looks like. Okay, now for the inside.

The view into our dining and living rooms from the kitchen:

The living room/Joe's "study" :-) :

Our bedroom (and yes, the bed usually is made... but there are usually clothes on the floor :-P) :

C's study/office (eat your heart out, IKEA):

The kitchen:

Breathing Out Lies

Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.
--Exodus 20:16
There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: [#6] a false witness who breathes out lies.
--Proverbs 6:16,19a

Equality Matters has collected a list of some of the things Tony Perkins (president of the Family "Research" Council) has recently said about LGBT folks:
  • “It Gets Better” project tries to “recruit” kids into a “lifestyle” of “perversion.” [FRC donation mailer, 8/18/11]

  • “Research is overwhelming” that gay men are more likely to molest children. [MSNBC Hardball, 11/29/11]

  • Gay teens commit suicide because they know being gay is “abnormal.” [National Public Radio, 10/26/10]

  • Anti-bullying programs promote “indoctrination into homosexuality.” [Fox News, America’s Newsroom, 5/26/11]

  • Senators who vote for DADT repeal will have “the blood of innocent soldiers on their hands.” [FRC online Washington Update, 12/16/10]

  • "Kids do worse in these same-sex households. They’re more susceptible to violence.” [Fox News, Fox & Friends Sunday, 4/24/11]

  • Gays are trying to “spread fear and intimidation so that they can disrupt and destabilize” the legal system, like terrorists. [Washington Watch radio show, 4/29/11]

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Found: Crawfish in New England

Hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh... Merry Christmas to us!

After months of looking, today we finally located a store in New England that sells crawfish. Today suddenly turned into etoufee Sunday for us :-)

Next experiment: we're interested to see what our Cajun recipes taste like if we substitute lobster for crawfish. Not sure how it'll turn out, but we'll try anything once...

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Christmas Axioms

The Laws of Conservation of Awesome:
  1. For every awesome Christmas song there is an equal and opposite awful Christmas song.

  2. For every awesome Christmas tree ornament there is an equal and opposite hideous Christmas tree ornament (on the back of the tree).

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Say Anything

My buddy DJ posted a link on his Facebook today to this sweet video of a recent wedding in Minnesota (warning: 15 minutes long; I cleaned up the kitchen while letting it play on my laptop).

Then I made the possible mistake of skimming through the 100+ comment war that follows the video.

Sigh. It reminded me of the zillions of books I've read on this topic, the zillions of conversations I've had on this topic, the zillions of conferences/seminars/sermons I've attended on this topic, and the one conclusion I have drawn from it:

You can make the Bible say absolutely anything.

All that seems to matter is how many people agree with your hermeneutic (or how powerful the people are who agree with your hermeneutic) at a given time.

Referring to "what the Bible says" will never solve a single argument.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Adorable Follow-Up to a Frustrating Story

To my husband's occasional chagrin, I am a politics junkie. I've been DVR'ing the Republican presidential debates (and holy crap there have been a lot of them lately) and watching them when we've had downtime.

If you were watching during the FoxNews/Google debate back in September, you might have seen a video question sent from army captain Stephen Hill who was serving in Iraq. Captain Hill (who has amazing arms, if you hadn't noticed) explained that he is gay and asked the candidates if they intended to circumvent the recent repeal of the military's "don't ask don't tell" policy. Hill's question made national news when several members of the Republican audience loudly booed him.

The Associated Press recently interviewed Hill and two days ago ran an article about him. I enjoyed learning about his life with his husband, Joshua Snyder, in Ohio. The couple were married in May of this year in Washington DC, and they selected the location for their vows to be the gravesite of Leonard Matlovich, a gay veteran with an immaculate service record who became the first gay serviceman to challenge the military ban. Hill and Snyder shared stories with the AP of how they had struggled under DADT to keep their relationship secret, saying goodbye before Hill's deployments while hiding under airport escalators, hiding Snyder's photograph when army buddies were coming over to play video games, and introducing Snyder as his roommate or brother--things they no longer have to endure since the repeal of DADT... and since Hill came out to the country on national television.

But my favorite part of the article is the pictures :-) I'm a total sap when it comes to relationships--gay or straight. And these guys have some particularly adorable photos together.

Congratulations to Steve and Josh on their recent marriage, and a big thanks to Captain Hill for coming out and posing his question during the Republican presidential debate.

on Giving

Today NPR ran an article on the epidemic of homelessness among LGBT teens. Apparently between 30-40% of homeless youths in major American cities identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender.

I've been thinking about this all day.

Last year, C and I began donating to the Ali Forney Center, which provides shelter, health care, and social services to homeless LGBT youth in New York City. The Center's director was interviewed as a part of the NPR piece. Ironically, C and I had just donated again to the Ali Forney Center earlier this week. But hearing the NPR piece didn't make me feel a pat on the back for our donation; it made me wonder.

Could we give more? Could we do more?

C and I went for a walk today and talked about it. When I was a part of an evangelical church, I used to donate 10% of my pretax income to my local church. That wasn't a sizeable amount of money back in my college days, but now that C and I are drawing professional salaries, 10% isn't a small chunk of change. It is definitely a lot more than we are presently donating. We talked about upping our game--not only to places like Ali Forney, but to our other favorite organizations like the Acorn Equality Fund in downstate Illinois (no--there is no relation to the infamous and now defunct ACORN organization).

We didn't come to a decision on our walk, but we did decide to reconsider our giving in our upcoming discussion of our family finances.

We also kicked around another idea. Could we be foster parents or provide transitional housing for a homeless LGBT person? It's just the seed of an idea, but it's gotten me thinking. C suggested we could attend a seminar or info session on foster parenting. This could be interesting...

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

My Brother is a Megachurch Pastor

Today I learned that one of my brothers has been hired as a pastor at a church in Dallas. I am sincerely excited for my brother as he transitions into this new role, as he has long had a dream of being a pastor. While my brother and I have different faiths, I am happy to know that he is realizing one of his dreams.

I had a text conversation with my husband today about this news. The church whose pastoral staff my brother will be joining has more than 9,000 members. Using the most recent statistics, we estimate that upwards of 300 members of my brother's new congregation are gay, lesbian, or bisexual. Some of them are children--kids just beginning to realize they aren't like most of the other kids at church, kids who are hungry to know what God thinks of them and what they should think of themselves.

I wonder what messages they will be hearing from the pulpit--a pulpit that will sometimes be filled by my brother? I remember the messages my brother and I heard from the pulpits of our parents' churches when we were kids: "all gay people are promiscuous", "all gay people are child molesters", "all gay people get AIDS and die by age 40", "all gay people choose to be gay", and orientation "change is possible" and oh-so-simple to do. Will my brother say similar things?

Somehow, I doubt my brother could in good faith make any of the same claims.

My brother knows real life gay people. My husband and I are not the only LGBT people he knows, but I hazard to guess we are the ones he knows best. I am grateful to have been out to my brother for more than a decade. My brother was in the know as I fought to change my orientation with all the bravado that ex-gay ministries could whip up; he was in the know when I was spiraled out of control into depression and self-mutilation; he was in the know when I began rebuilding my life, reexamining the faith of our parents, and discovering God did not feel about me as I once thought he did; and he was in the know when C and I began dating, got engaged, and were married.

I am happy to know that when my brother preaches or counsels his congregation on the topic of homosexuality, he won't be talking about hypothetical people. He'll be talking about people he knows. People like us.

It is my great hope that the gay kids growing up in my brother's church will hear much different, much more realistic messages about people like them. I'm sure my brother won't tell them that God made them gay and specifically designed them to fall in love with a special person of the same gender--but I'll bet he also won't tell them that being gay is a choice, that Exodus can change them simply or quickly, or that they'll be miserable and dead before middle age.

I hope.

P.S. Yep, the picture at the top of this post is the actual map of my brother's new church. 9 elevators, 7 information stations, and a 3-level underground parking garage. The place is amazing!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Memories of Excommunication

I came across the above letter of excommunication from a church in Carbondale, Illinois to one of its members. It first reminded me of when my husband and I were excommunicated from our church in Urbana, Illinois four years ago.

However, as I read through the letter, it reminded me less and less of the corporate process we went through with our church and more and more of the interpersonal process we went through with my brother, T. These lines specifically brought T to mind:
In obedience to his command, we are handing you over to Satan and his kingdom of darkness, in hopes that you will come to your senses, repent, and return. By this excommunication, we are declaring that you are no longer a Christian, and that you are no longer part of the company of the saved.
I remember T saying the words "handing you over to Satan" when he described his decision to never speak to me or be in the same room as me as long as I was a gay Christian.

Painful memories.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

My Friend

My apologies to my hordes of dedicated readers; we've been quite busy the last few weeks. In this post I'll try to catch you up on the recent goings-on in the Moderate household.

In early October C and I flew to San Francisco for the wedding of my childhood best friend, B. While we were there, we got to spend a day visiting with three of our good friends--one lives in Oakland and the other two live in Sacramento. It was a fun reunion made even cooler by the fact that the two in Sacramento recently got engaged. Looks like we'll be buying another set of plane tickets to California next summer! :-)

It was great to hang out with the three of them and get a personal tour of San Francisco from some locals (neither C nor I had ever been there before). We got to visit the Presidio and the Golden Gate Bridge, listen to a band perform "the Stars and Stripes Forever" in Golden Gate Park, visit Harvey Milk's camera shop in the Castro District, and have dinner at Fisherman's Wharf. We had a fantastic time, but it was far too brief a visit. We're looking forward to spending more time with those guys next summer.

The following weekend we took bereavement leave from our respective jobs and flew to Texas for my grandfather's funeral. Opa had been in declining health for a few years and had a stroke and a seizure right before our trip to California. After a week of unconsciousness being unable to eat or drink, he passed away on the Wednesday following our return from California. We immediately hopped on a plane to Austin to join my family for the funeral that Friday.

It was a confusing funeral. We are loved and welcome by my extended family (my grandmother, for instance, is a huge fan of C, and my aunts are just delighted to have a gay couple in the family) but most interactions with my nuclear family are a complicated mix of good intentions, heavy religious overtones, and confusing and often offensive comments. This trip was unfortunately not an exception.

On Friday, my mother introduced C to a person at the funeral as "Joe's friend"; we both noticed it but didn't think much of it at the time. But Saturday she repeated it, this time to the whole extended family, while she was serving us food. She said she had learned about one of C's food preferences through "his friend Joe". There was a moment of confusion as people around the table grappled with what just happened. Hmm :-/

I've wondered what Mom means when she refers to C and I as "friends." It sounds like she has returned to the denial stage of grieving my orientation, which is a huge regression. I had thought/hoped she was further along, but it looks like we have a ways to go yet with Mom.

In the meantime, we've finally finished moving in to our apartment in Lowell! Last weekend we finally moved the remaining boxes (grad school books, hiking gear, and the Christmas tree) into a storage closet, and finished arranging the study. This place really feels like home now. It's such a warm, comfortable place to come home to at the end of a long day at work. We're enjoying sipping coffee together here in the morning and sipping red wine together here at the end of the day. :-)

This weekend we traveled to Salem to explore the town with some new friends we recently met. As this was Halloween weekend, the town was literally overrun with tourists in costumes. There were so many people in witch costumes that I was finally able to use a pun I've been storing up for years: "which witch is which?" ;-) The best costumes, however, were the three guys tricked out in full Ghostbusters gear walking around with their lady friend in a Slimer costume. We visited the Salem witch hunt history museum and also the National Maritime History Park there. Then we high-tailed it out of town in an attempt to get home before the first storm of Snowmaggedon 2011 rolled in.

We didn't quite make it; the heavy rain turned to heavy snow before we got off the interstate, and we had a few interesting slipping and sliding moments. But we got home safe and sound. This morning we peeked out the window blinds at the NINE INCHES OF SNOW that fell overnight! Fortunately most of it has melted away today.

C is in the study working hard at preparing the lecture for his class tomorrow. I'm periodically tending to the laundry and I'm about to start preparing dinner. It's a wonderful, homey afternoon in our home :-)

Herman Cain: Nachos and hogwash! I'm gonna make snacks for the Highlander marathon!

And the crowd goes wild!

This is the most hilarious, uncanny bit of lib-dubbing I have ever seen.

More here

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Waiting Like a Puppy in San Francisco

So I've been out in San Francisco for two days doing bachelor party stuff for my lifelong friend B who is getting married this weekend. C had to stay and work in Boston Thursday and Friday, but this morning he drove alone to Logan and is now four hours into the six hour flight to San Francisco.

I keep refreshing the little flight tracker website. Where is he now? Is he here? Is he here? Can I go to the airport and pick him up yet? :-) I'm so excited to see him. I feel just like a little puppy waiting next to the front door, wagging my tail excitedly in anticipation of C coming home :-)

I always am excited to see C after we've been apart a few days, but the last two days have been so marriage-centric that I am missing him more. I love romance. I love seeing people in relationships. It's so much fun to see my lifelong friend B laughing and dancing with his bride-to-be, D.

But seeing all this, and having all these conversations about marriage and weddings and honeymoons and making a life together have just made me miss C more and more and more. I can't wait to pick him up at the airport in just a few hours. I can't wait to laugh and drink with him and B's friends and family tonight.

I can't wait to slow-dance with him. :-)

I was working out in the gym at the hotel this morning and an oddball song I bought on iTunes recently came on. It's a cover of a Brittney Spears song, so I've always regarded it as a bit silly. But I got it because it's covered by a guy (somehow I can always emote more to a song sung by a guy--go figure) and it's performed more as a downtempo ballad than a bubblegum pop hit.

This morning I started grooving to the song for the first time and thinking about being reunited with C today. I almost cried. The song reminds me of the wonderful, mysterious, indescribable spirituality of loving another person.

If I said my heart was beating loud, if we could escape the crowd somehow, if I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me? You feel like paradise...

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Don't Ask Don't Tell Finally Over

I now work on an Air Force base (Hanscom AFB in Lexington, Massachusetts). Until today, the airmen and women I see on base every day were working under the Don't Ask Don't Tell policy. During the 18 years DADT has been in effect, more than 11,000 service men and women have been fired from the armed services simply because they happen to be lesbian, gay, or bisexual.

As a civilian employee working on base, I have been allowed to keep a simple "You Are Welcome Here" card posted on the wall in my office. Up until now, the air force personnel I work with could not.

Today, Tuesday September 20th, 2011, will be different :-)

The U.S. military's "Don't Ask Don't Tell" policy officially ended 5 and a half hours ago. What an incredible day for our country and the men and women of the armed services.

And in a sweet celebration of the death of the discriminatory law, at 12:01am this morning, Lt. Gary Ross wore his Navy uniform as he married to his partner of 11 years in Vermont.

To Lt. Ross and his partner, and to all the gay men and women serving in the armed services today and who have served in the past: congratulations. And thank you for your service.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Hurricanes? in Boston?

I guess we didn't plan on this when we made the decision to move here:

C is scheduled to fly to Denver on Sunday morning, and already they are saying the hurricane may ground air traffic in the Northeast from Saturday to Sunday. This could be interesting...

Just for reference, C and I didn't feel yesterday's Virginia earthquake at all. But I'll bet my brother, who lives in Charlottesville just 35 miles from the quake epicenter, or our friends JD and DJ, who live in Annapolis about 140 miles from the epicenter, might have...

Sunday, August 21, 2011

The New Couch

C and I just dropped $$$$ on a sha-weet new couch. We were totally inspired by the sha-weet "L" couch our buddies DJ and JD own that is very conducive to conversation and general chilling out with friends.

The latest addition to our family looks sorta like the promotional photo below, although we got one a big larger and in a slightly different configuration (and there's no way in *HELL* two savvy gays like us would ever allow those throw pillows to cross the threshold of our home).We are having a great time together tricking out our new digs :-)

Saturday, August 20, 2011

New England driving rants

  • Rant #1: No or missing street signs. There appears to be a law that any intersection can have at most one street sign. Sometimes none. Never two or more.
  • Rant #2: Which lane do I stay in to go straight through an intersection? When approaching an intersection, Bostonians will queue up into two lanes (although there is no painted line separating them). Sometimes the left of the two lanes is treated as a left-turn-only lane while the other lane is a right-or-go-straight lane. Other times the left of the two lanes is a left-or-go-straight lane and the other is a right-turn-only lane. These are not marked, but townies know how they want them to be used, and they will let you know with hand gesticulations if you are using them incorrectly.

  • Rant #3: When you are the first person in the go-straight lane, you are expected to pause and allow exactly one car from the oncoming left-turn lane turn left before you proceed into the intersection. This is an expected courtesy; again, locals will let you know with hand gesticulations if you do not provide it.
  • Rant #4: toll road exit numbers have no connection to mile markers. If you went by exit numbers, you'd think that New York is only 62 miles across and Massachusetts is only 26 miles across. This applies only to toll roads; if you exit a toll road onto a freeway interstate, exit numbers again match mile markers (as in the rest of the free world). Unnecessarily confusing.

Worst. Lamp. EVER.

So C and I are preparing for our first trip to IKEA today. We're taking a look at stuff online to get a sense of what's available. Came across this un-gem:
Why, yes. I'd love to pay $60 to install a giant, glowing tampon in my living room.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

New Digs

C and I have been apartment-hunting in Massachusetts for the past few days. We just signed a lease on our home for the next year. This place is sweet! We are living in a great loft in a renovated 180-year old textile mill in downtown Lowell.

Lowell, by the way, has really blown away my expectations and even the early positive opinions I had of it when we were out here in February. The whole place is like the San Antonio Riverwalk or the Indianapolis Canalwalk on steroids. Engineering steroids :-)

Downtown Lowell is itself a National Park, so deemed due to Lowell's role as the starting point of the American industrial revolution. This city was engineered from its inception, when several textile companies drew up plans for a town based entirely around textile manufacturing. In the early 1800s, these companies dug an elaborate network of canals to divert the Merrimack River as it descended a ~32 foot elevation drop over the course of a mile in a particular bend of the river near Boston.

The canals turned the farmland that would become Lowell in to a shallow archipelago, and astride the canals the companies erected massive cotton and wool textile miles.

The canal water turned massive water wheels and turbines in the basements of the mills, and this mechanical motion was transferred by systems of gears and belts throughout the mills to turn the first mechanical looms in the United States. The rest of the city sprang up in support of the mills.

The textile industry in Lowell ground to a halt after World War II, and for about 30 years the mills fell into disrepair and several were demolished. The US Congress created the Lowell National Historic Park in 1978 and began renovating some of the mills. Since then, every federal dollar invested has been matched with 10 private dollars for renovation, as Lowell's mills have been restored to their former glory, although now housing doctor's offices, small businesses, condos and loft apartments, and tons of great restaurants.

The water from the canals no longer drives mechanical looms, but is now used to generate electricity at four hydroelectric stations throughout downtown located on the old locks of canal system as well as in the basements of two of the old mills. The National Park operates boat tours along the canals (C and I took a fascinating 3-hour canal tour today). In addition, the Park has restored part of the old electric trolley line that ran through the city and conducts tours in two cool old streetcars.

I am honestly finishing this trip more excited than I was before. I think we're really going to enjoy living here :-)

Thursday, July 28, 2011

It Works in BOTH Temporal Directions

The Best Things in Life

1. Walking out of work and seeing the man I love waiting for me in the car.
2. Taking walks with him in the evenings.
3. Looking over websites of potential future apartments with him.
4. Laughing with him over red wine and his handmade caprese salads.
5. Falling asleep next to him. Every night.

How did we ever make it living apart for three years?

I love this marriage thing :-)

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Boston, Baby!

My apologies for suspense, but I wanted to wait until I had given notice at work before posting this news online: we're moving to Boston! ...or the Northwest suburbs of Boston, to be more precise.

C has accepted a tenure-track engineering faculty position at the University of Massachusetts Lowell (in Lowell, obviously) and I have accepted a control systems engineering position at MIT Lincoln Laboratory (in Lexington).

UMass Lowell Engineering

MIT Lincoln Lab

Today I gave my two weeks' notice at work. It actually went over miraculously well with my boss. I explained to him how staying with Cat wasn't really an option for us, as Cat's policy is to withhold medical benefits from married or civilly united spouses of gay employees. My manager astonished me by telling me how my decision made sense to him and that he would likely do something similar if he were in my situation. He went on to say that I would be leaving with a high rating, and he would welcome me back if I were to ever return to Cat. He said he was glad I was willing to continue working two more weeks, and would welcome me staying "as long as I would like".

Unfortunately I can't stay much longer. UMass Lowell begins fall classes September 1, so we are operating on an aggressive schedule between now and the end of August. This weekend we will travel to Iowa City to visit C's family for the last time before leaving the Midwest. Next weekend we're flying to Boston for an apartment-hunting trip. The following weekend we will visit with my extended family in Chicago for the last time before leaving the Midwest and will have a going-away party with our friends in Peoria. Then we pick up the UHaul and the movers arrive that Tuesday...

...and 3 or 4 days later, we should be pulling up to our new place in Lowell. or Billerica. or wherever we wind up landing. Then we'll have about a week to unpack, buy a second car, and get C's office and lab squared away at the University before the students arrive. Yoiks! I'm glad I have a little more time before my start date (September 12).

So excited, though. For the past three years our dream has been to live under the same roof... and at long last it is coming to pass :-)

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Epic Win: Focus on the Family Senate Smackdown

Finally. At long last. After years of distorting, misrepresenting, and outright lying about the scholarship on LGBT people, Focus on the Family was publicly called out on it. During a freakin Senate hearing.

If only this same scenario could be repeated for the past 30 years of slander and falsehoods about LGBT people that FOTF has distributed to evangelical Christians around the world...

UPDATE: The lead author of the study cited by FOTF clarifies that Minnery did in fact misquote the study:
“Sen. Franken is right,” the lead author of the study told POLITICO. The survey did not exclude same-sex couples, said Debra L. Blackwell, Ph.D., nor did it exclude them from the “nuclear family” category provided their family met the study’s definition.

The study’s definition of nuclear family is: “one or more children living with two parents who are married to one another and are each biological or adoptive parents of all the children in the family.
hat tip: BTB

Super Freakin' Excited

We got some fantastic news yesterday. Details to come later (I am presently recovering from my hangover from celebrations last night :-) )

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Gay Marriage Will Lead to Straight Marriage Being Outlawed

Aside: this sermon is given by a preacher named Mike Bickle. The first time I was ever pushed over/"slain in the spirit" was at an altar call he gave at my undergraduate church.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Best AutoCorrects from June 2011

You've probably seen a link like this before, but these are the latest and greatest from last month. AMAZING. C and I are laughing so hard we're crying reading these.


Is it any surprise that the funniest are ones sent to parents? Reminds me of my little text message slip-up with my Mom in February. "Family? In Boston?" ROFL :-)