I made a quiet promise to myself that I would finally post a new blog when I had something either happy or funny to write about. I'm going to have to break that promise. But failing that, passion will have to do in a pinch.

Now, as a straight, white male, one could (and should) argue that I have little to bitch about. I'm not oppressed. I'm not destitute. I'm not persecuted. Fine. Nor is my lifestyle truly affected in any great way by the results of "question one" on yesterday's ballot.

That said, I suppose I should rejoice in the fact that, as mean and bitter and angry as I am in general, I learned today that I lack the enormous amount of hate and bigotry and ignorance it must take for a small majority of the state I call home to check off one box that says "fags are not human". I should, I guess, but I can't.

And there are those who say that it was Maine's chance to make history. It was never about that. The fact that such a thing was ever brought to a vote is fucking retarded. The law was made because it fit, real snug-like, into the constitution we love so dear (when it seems to agree with, as near as we can interpret, the big pretty picture of the time's "American Dream").

I guess my biggest problem is that I just can't see what you're so afraid of. So afraid that you would invite the government into your bedroom just to make sure you were doing it right. Is it sodomy the state looks down on? Or is it eating pussy? It certainly couldn't be love. Love is too happy an idea. Unless, of course, the fags and dykes are incapable of feeling that emotion (let alone expressing it, intamately, with just one other person for the rest of their lives). But then, in a time when divorce rates are above fifty percent, why not let the lower life enjoy a piece of the misery.

Or is it your religion? The governor didn't put a gun to your Father's head or a cock in a nun's mouth. If anyone was against the idea, there was no one to stop them from telling some queers to piss off.

And I can hear you now--"What about the children, Vermin." You're right. Letting the gays get hitched is far more likely to make your kids homos than repressing them sexually and teaching them that Kane fucked his sister.

Fuck you.