Relygion

Yesterday, I got a call from Jason's mother, who just wanted to know my and Adam's last name (so she could send us a present) and to thank me again for taking her son in and loving him so much with our friendship. She was almost crying, she was so grateful. Jason has had a hard life -- drug addiction, homelessness, etc. But he's one of our dearest friends, and now he's got a room, and people who love him, and she is just so thankful. She told me that God was looking out for all of us, that he loved us -- I remember I said, "Yep, great guy." After we hung up, I thought about that. I wonder what she and her husband would say if I explained my own beliefs?
Since I became pagan, I have told several monotheists about it, and I would say that seventy percent of the time, I was met with doubt, worry, disbelief, and once or twice, fear. Sometimes I feel like I need to hide, or pretend, just to be accepted. And that is ridiculous. It really is kind of stupid of me to think that. But exposure and experience have shown me that not everyone is so accepting.
Luckily, Jason has said that his parents are sort of "hippie Christians," that they are extremely accepting of other faiths and would never try to push their own faith. If it ever comes up that I am a polytheist, an animist/pantheist, a witch... I think it will be fine.
I have enough respect for the God of monotheism to agree when someone tells me how much he loves me, etc. It doesn't mean I believe in him, or that anyone should assume I do. I think people of different faiths need to be able to sit and understand and talk without arguing too much. Is that possible?
The word "religion" comes from the word "rely" and was originally used to describe a community of people who share the same beliefs with sets of rules, who come together to help one another -- not to gather to hurt or bash other faiths that disagree with them. Unfortunately I wonder if it has become more of that than the other.
This is why I am not religious, I do not belong to a religion. I don't follow anyone's rules or dogmas but my own. I wonder if some people are actually frightened by that.

Relygion

Yesterday, I got a call from Jason's mother, who just wanted to know my and Adam's last name (so she could send us a present) and to thank me again for taking her son in and loving him so much with our friendship. She was almost crying, she was so grateful. Jason has had a hard life -- drug addiction, homelessness, etc. But he's one of our dearest friends, and now he's got a room, and people who love him, and she is just so thankful. She told me that God was looking out for all of us, that he loved us -- I remember I said, "Yep, great guy." After we hung up, I thought about that. I wonder what she and her husband would say if I explained my own beliefs?
Since I became pagan, I have told several monotheists about it, and I would say that seventy percent of the time, I was met with doubt, worry, disbelief, and once or twice, fear. Sometimes I feel like I need to hide, or pretend, just to be accepted. And that is ridiculous. It really is kind of stupid of me to think that. But exposure and experience have shown me that not everyone is so accepting.
Luckily, Jason has said that his parents are sort of "hippie Christians," that they are extremely accepting of other faiths and would never try to push their own faith. If it ever comes up that I am a polytheist, an animist/pantheist, a witch... I think it will be fine.
I have enough respect for the God of monotheism to agree when someone tells me how much he loves me, etc. It doesn't mean I believe in him, or that anyone should assume I do. I think people of different faiths need to be able to sit and understand and talk without arguing too much. Is that possible?
The word "religion" comes from the word "rely" and was originally used to describe a community of people who share the same beliefs with sets of rules, who come together to help one another -- not to gather to hurt or bash other faiths that disagree with them. Unfortunately I wonder if it has become more of that than the other.
This is why I am not religious, I do not belong to a religion. I don't follow anyone's rules or dogmas but my own. I wonder if some people are actually frightened by that.

Relygion

Yesterday, I got a call from Jason's mother, who just wanted to know my and Adam's last name (so she could send us a present) and to thank me again for taking her son in and loving him so much with our friendship. She was almost crying, she was so grateful. Jason has had a hard life -- drug addiction, homelessness, etc. But he's one of our dearest friends, and now he's got a room, and people who love him, and she is just so thankful. She told me that God was looking out for all of us, that he loved us -- I remember I said, "Yep, great guy." After we hung up, I thought about that. I wonder what she and her husband would say if I explained my own beliefs?
Since I became pagan, I have told several monotheists about it, and I would say that seventy percent of the time, I was met with doubt, worry, disbelief, and once or twice, fear. Sometimes I feel like I need to hide, or pretend, just to be accepted. And that is ridiculous. It really is kind of stupid of me to think that. But exposure and experience have shown me that not everyone is so accepting.
Luckily, Jason has said that his parents are sort of "hippie Christians," that they are extremely accepting of other faiths and would never try to push their own faith. If it ever comes up that I am a polytheist, an animist/pantheist, a witch... I think it will be fine.
I have enough respect for the God of monotheism to agree when someone tells me how much he loves me, etc. It doesn't mean I believe in him, or that anyone should assume I do. I think people of different faiths need to be able to sit and understand and talk without arguing too much. Is that possible?
The word "religion" comes from the word "rely" and was originally used to describe a community of people who share the same beliefs with sets of rules, who come together to help one another -- not to gather to hurt or bash other faiths that disagree with them. Unfortunately I wonder if it has become more of that than the other.
This is why I am not religious, I do not belong to a religion. I don't follow anyone's rules or dogmas but my own. I wonder if some people are actually frightened by that.

househusbands

I would like a show of hands, both women and men:

How many husbands/boyfriends/fiances actually do real housework, like cooking dinner, washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming, mopping floors, cleaning bathrooms, etc?

Because mine sure does. Willingly. Really. In fact, he is a friggin' gourmet. He was accepted into the Culinary Institute of the Arts (but couldn't afford to go even with a huge scholarship). He cleans house better than I do, bitches.

There seems to be this myth going around that men don't know how to do these things, and leave it all up the women.

In fact, let me quote from a parenting magazine I leafed through in the doctor's waiting room on Friday: "Unicorns. Dragons. Bigfoot. A husband who, on any given Monday, cooks dinner and does the dishes, then puts the kids to bed while you read a magazine and relax.
If your first thought was 'No such husband exists,' you're correct. Neither do unicorns, dragons, or Bigfoot. They're myths, and obvious ones at that."

When I read that, I actually got angry. Extreme stereotyping sucks. Not all men watch football, either. Mine watches NASCAR.

househusbands

I would like a show of hands, both women and men:

How many husbands/boyfriends/fiances actually do real housework, like cooking dinner, washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming, mopping floors, cleaning bathrooms, etc?

Because mine sure does. Willingly. Really. In fact, he is a friggin' gourmet. He was accepted into the Culinary Institute of the Arts (but couldn't afford to go even with a huge scholarship). He cleans house better than I do, bitches.

There seems to be this myth going around that men don't know how to do these things, and leave it all up the women.

In fact, let me quote from a parenting magazine I leafed through in the doctor's waiting room on Friday: "Unicorns. Dragons. Bigfoot. A husband who, on any given Monday, cooks dinner and does the dishes, then puts the kids to bed while you read a magazine and relax.
If your first thought was 'No such husband exists,' you're correct. Neither do unicorns, dragons, or Bigfoot. They're myths, and obvious ones at that."

When I read that, I actually got angry. Extreme stereotyping sucks. Not all men watch football, either. Mine watches NASCAR.

househusbands

I would like a show of hands, both women and men:

How many husbands/boyfriends/fiances actually do real housework, like cooking dinner, washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming, mopping floors, cleaning bathrooms, etc?

Because mine sure does. Willingly. Really. In fact, he is a friggin' gourmet. He was accepted into the Culinary Institute of the Arts (but couldn't afford to go even with a huge scholarship). He cleans house better than I do, bitches.

There seems to be this myth going around that men don't know how to do these things, and leave it all up the women.

In fact, let me quote from a parenting magazine I leafed through in the doctor's waiting room on Friday: "Unicorns. Dragons. Bigfoot. A husband who, on any given Monday, cooks dinner and does the dishes, then puts the kids to bed while you read a magazine and relax.
If your first thought was 'No such husband exists,' you're correct. Neither do unicorns, dragons, or Bigfoot. They're myths, and obvious ones at that."

When I read that, I actually got angry. Extreme stereotyping sucks. Not all men watch football, either. Mine watches NASCAR.

long past/passed

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

***
( And you know what's funny about this song? )

It used to be a song that defined me.
Not anymore. Never again.
I love you.
Who? you ask.
You.
Because I am open, and the walls are down, and you helped.

long past/passed

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

***
( And you know what's funny about this song? )

It used to be a song that defined me.
Not anymore. Never again.
I love you.
Who? you ask.
You.
Because I am open, and the walls are down, and you helped.

long past/passed

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

***
( And you know what's funny about this song? )

It used to be a song that defined me.
Not anymore. Never again.
I love you.
Who? you ask.
You.
Because I am open, and the walls are down, and you helped.