Storm
ThrUU the Looking Glass
I'm sorry for your loss. It's far too common a story. Can you truly blame those who have seen it play out so often as to know the ending before getting past "it's a true story" for being angry?Storm et. al.
I'll tell you a story. It's of course a true story and very sad with a tragic meaningless ending.
Lets just say I made a friend named Jon. He was an orderly at the local hospital & he was gay. When I was a patient all too often in the e.r. Jon helped care for me.
After a time we made buddies. I liked Jon. He was a most sensitive, loving and caring man. I would often stop by the e.r. and talk with staff, have coffee, and just shoot the bull. I came to know Jon. He mentioned he made models of ships and his finest, most cherished work was a 4' long model of the Titanic. I love ships & said so. Jon invited me to his apartment to see his work. I visited him and admired his work, and his oil paintings were fantastic. We would share a drink occasionally & Jon would sometimes talk about being gay, having a gay lover, and having to hide everything he did. I understood. We became fast friends. I took a bit of a beating for "hanging around with a queer". People I worked with didn't understand Jon's humanity.
Jon drank heavily and sometime when the apt. manager could not reach Jon & became concerned they would call me. They knew Jon was my friend and I would check on him using the pass key. Sometimes I would find Jon drunk asleep.
I'd check on him and make sure his friends stayed with him and be sure he was safe.
One day I got a "welfare check" call on Jon so I got the pass key and went into his apartment. Jon was sitting in his recliner, dressed in his velvet red dinner jacket, black pants, clean spit shined shoes. He looked marvelous.
Except for the small hole in his right temple and the small exit hole in his left skull.
Small caliber gunshots to the head seldom kill outright. The victim of such a wound often just bleeds to death, conscious but unable to move.
So it was with Jon.
I wept.
I have another good friend who has one of his paintings hanging in the Whitehouse.
He just happens to be gay.
He showed me some of his paintings, I knew his parents, we are friends.
What does being gay have to do with that?
I'm ignorant of the "why" of the public displays of gay & trans people.
That does not make me a bigot. I do believe I'm beginning to understand the publicity of the "cause".
I'm not looking to be "an o.k. straight guy" to trans or gays or whatever.
I know who & what I am.
The judgement from others is realtively meaningless.
I took a pretty good verbal beating for my friendship with Jon and "the artist" but I never stopped being a friend.
More important to me was the fact that they never stopped being my friend.
So whoever here thinks I dehumanize others, or am a bigot, then you have my sympathy for your hatred based on nothing but words on a screen.
I stand by my response to your earlier post, olive branches included.