"Crazy" OK for Navy!

I’m confused. Former astronaut Lisa Nowak— former because she drove nine hundred miles in an adult diaper to kidnap fellow astronaut Colleen Shipman because she was allegedly riding the comet also known as Navy Cmdr. William Oefelein. I can’t forget the wig, trench coat, plastic gloves, pepper spray, and BB gun that was found in found in Nowak’s vehicle, but she insists she wasn’t going to kidnap Shipman—– oh, sure…… the only other option would have to be INTENSE bondage-S&M play. Anyway, I know everyone probably already knows all of this, so let me get to my point.

Nowak, who is in the Navy, will remain in the Navy. She will develop curriculum and training programs. All this happens in April when she joins the staff of the Chief of Naval Air Training Command in Corpus Chrisiti. I can only image what her training programs will be like; I guess she could honestly say, ‘Sometimes you have to shit yourself to try to get what you want.’

But seriously, WTF! Why is Novak still allowed in the Navy? If the whole attempted kidnapping detail isn’t enough, doesn’t the 900 miles in an adult diaper make anyone want to question her sanity?

What really pisses me off is the fact that Nowak is in the Navy after all of this; however, if she were an OUT lipstick lesbian or OUT big ole bull dyke wearing flannel and a tool belt to the base, there wouldn’t much debate on keeping her in the Navy. Basically, our armed forces are telling me it is acceptable act irrationally and go ‘crazy’ because you can’t get what you want– that can be forgiven, but don’t you dare be honest about your identity if you’re GLBT.

Sometimes I’m annoyed with the American government for its policies and the majority of the American people for staying silent.

Pancakes Please, Hold the Discrimination

Paul called me at work yesterday and said, “You won’t believe it. Two lesbians were kicked out of IHOP for kissing.” Surprisingly, I was shocked; however, the shock lasted only for a moment. At times I find myself becoming too comfortable as a gay man, and I know it’s because I live in Atlanta where gays are everywhere with rainbows shooting out of their asses, and they and their rainbows can hold hands in Piedmont Park without worrying about seeming out place, without anyone telling them to leave the park. I think sometimes I forget there is still much progress to be made. The issue with IHOP is a reminder of how there is still work to be done.

Read the article in the Kansas City Star regarding this issue.

How would you feel if this happened to you? If it happened to someone you loved? Wouldn’t you want others to speak out against the discrimination? I urge you not to be silent regarding the IHOP issue. Tell everyone you know and ask them to spread the word.

THEN tell IHOP you’re outraged at this act of discrimination by clicking here to send IHOP an email, or write them a letter:
IHOP Corp. Restaurant Support Center
450 N. Brand Blvd.
Glendale, CA 91203

Travelin’ Thru

Tonight, Paul and I watched Transamerica. He hadn’t seen it; I enjoyed when it saw it at Tara a few moons ago, and I thought all gays must see this movie just because it is what gays do (of course!). And of course Transamerica leads to a Dolly moment since she wrote “Travelin’ Thru” for the movie at the request of director Duncan Tucker.

so beautiful…
God made me for a reason and nothing is in vain
Redemption comes in many shapes with many kinds of pain
Oh sweet Jesus if you’re listening, keep me ever close to you
As I’m stumblin’, tumblin’, wonderin’, as I’m travelin’ thru

March Monthly Poetry Group

Tonight, at the monthly poetry group we drew two scraps of paper from two plastic bags. Each scrap had a line from a poem typed on it– from one bag we had a line we had to use to begin a poem, and from the other bag we had a line to use somewhere within the poem as long as it wasn’t within the last three lines. At first I didn’t like what I created, but it has been growing on me. I think I’ll tuck it away for a week and work on a revision. Here’s first draft:

-No Title as of yet–

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
the way slice bread is famous,
the way a tire iron is famous,
the way a paper clip is famous—
not the way that lands Brad Pitt in People,
not the way that lands OJ a book deal,
not the way that makes Sharon Tate famous.

I want to be famous, like Wonder Woman,
a normal woman until she spins
into a skimpy American flag outfit
using a lasso to get the truth,
bracelets to stop bullets,
but at the end of the day she takes off her glasses
to rest her head on a pillow in her middle class home.

I want to be famous like the locations of fieldtrips;
then add up all the zoos and aquariums–
add all the pitter-patters of feet,
the “no you can’t feed the ape,”
“no you can’t feed the elephant,”
“no you can’t feed any of the animals.”

I want to be famous,
like the columns of the Lincoln Memorial,
which you walk through to see Abe.
~ Dustin Brookshire, 3/15/07

First line, “I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous…” is from Naomi Shihab Nye’s “Famous.” The second line I drew was “then add up all the zoos and aquariums,” which is from Billy Collins’s “Insomnia.”

We’ve been going strong for about six months; it has been exciting. We might have something special going on for National Poetry Month, which is next month!