Today I unified people on both sides of the culture wars who clicked onto my blogs (willingly, I might add, and with no prompting from me other than my usual comment-links and e-mail signature). An opponent to same-sex marriage said that I am "spoiled" and that it is my "sense of entitlement" that is making me push for special rights. This was prompted by the "pandas for my birthday" post. An "ally" asked, "What are you, ten?" Another so-called ally with a bad family history of her own basically wagged her virtual finger in my virtual face to tell me how lucky I am to have family willing to buy me anything because, after all, I'm queer, and then another s-s marriage opponent, who seemed shocked that some of us have families who care about us, said the same thing. As if I did not already mention that I feel incredibly blessed and lucky. As if I don't know it every day.
Also, I have a skinchick fetish because the love of my life shaves her head and everyone knows I have that thing for Sinead O'Connor, and of course there's something wrong with that. The two people who said that really needs to do a Google search--they'd shut the hell up if they did, at least once they recovered from their fit of the vapors. Boy, do they got it wrong. What I do have a thing for is skinny, doe-eyed women (you can blame all those Audrey Hepburn movies I watched with my mom for that--I credit Audrey myself), and they look good with short-short hair. My absolute fetish is for independent-minded people with a style of their own. When I met my wife, she had hair to her waist, and I was really upset when she first cut it off; I wanted her to try letting her hair grow when she found out it was coming in curly, too. But bald is beautiful on her, too, and that particular gift only begins with the box.
Also I am incredibly annoying according to a couple of vocal posters on a webforum I normally like. This coming from people who specialize in the kind of juvenile insults I thought I was leaving behind when I graduated middle school--and the thing is, these two overgrown Mertles are significantly older than I am! Sometimes age really does come alone, unaccompanied by wisdom. I bet they'd consider me just fascinating if I posted thread after thread of insults and constantly "corrected" people rather than trying to support others and posting news or cute pictures or weird and funny stories. The thing is, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I were like that. So I'll let the babies have their bottle, and log off if they get too obnoxious. I can always come back when the fun adults who seem to like me well enough are on.
Why do I bother? Oh yeah...cute pandas that I'll do whatever I can to support. And ranting when I need to. And cool people like you who'll say, "No, that's okay, they're idiots, we like you." :-D