I am looking at pictures of the long lines for early voting. Some photographer subtext, “Democracy in Action”. Right. Democracy to me is if you have 22 voting precincts and early voting then you open as many voting precincts to handle the early voting. Unless you are the Republican Party and want to make it as difficult as possible for early voters, especially if there are LGBT issues(sorry, I don’t what the Q is so I use what I am familiar with). H-2?
As the story unfolds, North Carolina tried to slash a week of early voting. I always look for the stink with the Republicans. Always the same rhetoric and bs. I hated NC more for the hypocrisy than party lines. I am 65 y/o now. I waited and waited to turn 18, the first time to vote, and to leave that state.
Thomas Wolfe wrote “You can’t go home again” and I used to think, who would want to? Why do I feel so much animosity towards a state? Imagine being born an Air Force brat in Germany, lived in Phoenix, then Belgium, then Sumter, SC. Then my father retired and we moved to Charlotte. My father’s action heavily influenced my formulation of the working world, and I watched him from his days at the MAAG in Brussels, to squadron commander at Shaw. Now, my father devoted a lot of time with the belt, and demeaning, you know, because he was stubborn that I would ‘see things his way’ and I already decided you ain’t changing my mind you can wear my ass out with that belt all you want, I have my mindset. I loved my Dad but resented him because he divorced my mother and remarried. Anyway, my father treated people as people. PEOPLE AS PEOPLE. He could and he did talk to a variety of races, no racial slurs, and the first time I met a black man I noticed he was different, and he was our housekeeper’s boyfriend come to whisk her away. I lived in Belgium ages 5–9 , all I remember is that apparently at the time adults tickle, hoist up in the air, do airplane, and that was it . So this black man tickled me, hoisted me up in the air, did airplane, and I was having a blast. The only thing I noted was the skin color. That took care of race.
I loved Sumter, SC. The only oddity was I was a very, very vanilla baby to the world. For I learned about male on male sex, and because it seemed like the natural thing , scouts do it, deacons do it, if fact it was a requirement that you gave a girlfriend and then you could play. Then my father asked me if a friend of mine was homosexual, I said “what’s that” “man on man sex” and the way he said was how he talked about my uncle, who was gay but married, the point of all this nothing wrong to me until Dad brought this up. Thus the first lie ever told to my father “I don’t know” “if he was homosexual, and I run around with him, does that mean I am one?” He dropped the subject period. Another thing to worry about. I moved to Charlotte and it was another culture shock. Same rituals making friends, joining scouts, working my circle to the edges of the in-crowd at school. Now, I have no regrets and I ‘loved all, trusted few”. What I developed though, is a resentment that someone I had sex with would denigrate another boy as gay. The introduction of “racial slur”, “queer” “ fairy”. I didn’t give that much thought, moved across town to live with my mother, learned to have a select few mix of friends. I also embedded the belief that if you have to put someone down in order to feel better about yourself, better look at yourself. Short and sweet, age 16 my oldest sister came home one dressed in a man’s suit, informed the family she was gay, deal with it. I did. I got my license and used to visit her at the Gay bar on Tryon St, only one in town. Not to horse around, but I loved people. I loved drinking. my sister’s friend watched out for me but I had fun.
Short and Sweet “Good People Go To Heaven, but Bad People Go Everywhere” and I did. I was so tired, tired of being the listener, the good friend, the dutiful son who took DECA in high school and worked. I just raised hell and had fun, detrimental to good grades. I used to run with a girlfriend, we would go to homeroom, then cut the rest of the day and go to the cemetery at Sharon Amity. The point here is aside from the stud in the locker room who could have any girl gladly throw her panties at him, talk the talk and then chose his boy dujour.
The point here is the frigging hypocrite. Boys beat other boys who let it be known they were gay and ‘open for business’. Now, my sisters bar, being one of a kind, drew everyone from Charlotte. So I learned hypocrisy, in the closet, outed, because the same macho ones beating gays up were usually on the dance floor in a liplock. These same people that I knew, that frequented the bar, the hypocrites, now legislate morality. I am still stupid about the bathroom law, what do women do? Peek under the stall? If a transgender is supposed to live a year before they whack his penis off, what is the deal.? Where is the problem? I mean, a person on high estrogen levels ain’t a sexual threat, as that is how good old Britain handled homosexuals.(Turen). Please fill me in. If a man married a man in those days, it was the “Boy George” look as he explained later.
An aside to all this is I worked with a black, Charles. We would talk cut up, work hard, he would buy beers, and told me if I was going to smoke inhale. The biggest factor in all this, while living with Dad, who demeaned me, not good since he talked with my cousin and then I was a demon dog. (“you’re a goddamn f-g dumbass translated to a family picture of my father, my stepmother and 5 kids.” He invented the two sides of social interaction, the real and public. "I am proud of you, son.” So proud I asked if I could join Big Brother, my stepmother flipped out. Well, its the truth, My only way of learning anything was Charles. The ‘pump up’, ‘you can do anything if you set your mind to it, can you imagine at that time, in that space, I felt like God spoke to me through Charles. I went to eat dinner at his house, and what I noticed was the feeling of love in that house. His brothers and sisters, and his mother. I thought I had stepped into a story novel, except the feeling, the ease and comfort. I understood why Charles was able to ‘pump me up’. I am so grateful Charles was in my life…As for hipocracy… all walks of life seems to me have swam in the LGBT, then selectively forget. Which is why the long lines because these sanctimonious twits who sucked dick in high school, buttfucked their way through college, first job, then get elected and they have no memory. They rewrite their history and then try to legislate morality. Nobody has right. “The Children’s Hour” created a resentment I still have; a gd brat makes false statements against two teachers. Regardless of the truth they have been ruined. This epistle seems to point to one thing: IF YOU POINT A FINGER AT SOMEONE THERE ARE THREE POINTING BACK AT YOU!
I used to be proud to say well, I have lived all over the world but “I’m from NC and a Tarheel”. But, now I just say ‘I have lived all over’. I am ‘socially’ embarassed. I am sad but glad that my grandparents, who lived on Woodale Terrace, to deal with a person’s right to pee. I don’t understand. I have seen singles, unite on a dance, liplock, get hot and heavy, GO IN ANY AVAILABLE BATHROOM, LOCK THE DOOR, AND HAVE SEX. APPARENTLY USE OF A RESTROOM IS OK FOR SEX AS LONG AS ITS Hetero. People that dream up this shit to harass other people that apparently stir up. Jesus, the women I have known and loved, its a natural act. They wouldn’t make a big deal.
WHY IS THIS A BIG DEAL? AND HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW A TRANSGENDER IN A STALL? FRANKLY, I DON’T THINK THE GD NC LEGISLATURE SHOULD BE TELLING ANYONE HOW THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO LIVE. BUT APPARENTLY, THE GOP THINKS THEY CAN. THERE IS NO VIABLE REASON FOR THIS TYPE OF LEGISLATION. OH, AND YOU GET CARDED AT THE BATHROOM DOOR . RIGHT. STUPID LEGISLATION. EMBARASSED. YOU KNOW, I’VE BEEN THROUGH THREE MARRIAGES, MY WIFE IN A NURSING HOME, I AM ESSENTIALLY A WIDOWER WITH A LIVE WIFE. “JESUS IS LORD” has been my wife’s motto. Even she said “what a fucking stupid state”. After she revived me because in 11 yrs married to her it’s always been “please do not swear” so . STUPID. EMBARASSMENT. I LOVE PEOPLE FROM ALL WALKS OF LIFE. I WOULD NEVER WANT TO LEGISLATE OTHER THAN PEDOPHILIA. WHAT’S NEXT LGBT HAVE TO REGISTER AND WEAR PINK TRIANGLES. GET RAPED WITH NO RECOURSE LIKE THE GERMANS DID UNDER HITLER. I JUST HOPE LGBT VOTES AS A BLOC, and these pious legislature jerkoffs need to be expunged.
I have overstayed my welcome but there is something to free flowing of that is ‘hidden’ from the social mask/