As an Intersexed woman, a Lesbian and a Priestess to the Goddess, I expect to be burned at the stake by these freaks.
Here’s the take from Aussie-land.
As an Intersexed woman, a Lesbian and a Priestess to the Goddess, I expect to be burned at the stake by these freaks.
Here’s the take from Aussie-land.
Today is the first day that same-sex couples are allowed to be married in California. And yes, the cross-wearing shits are freaking out.
The Constitutions of the Federal Government and the States do not not allow religious biases on Social issues. Our country exists under the rule of law and not some stupid book of Middle Eastern mythology shit. That is the promise to all citizens of our Country. Each and every one of us are to be respected under Law, and not be subjected to the “beliefs” of others.
I’m a veteran, and an Intersexed woman (mutilated by Christian fools), and I am a Lesbian… leave us alone and let us be with our partners. How the fuck does this harm you?
Does my life threaten you so much? Is your God powerless or impotent against me and mine? (That’s a yes to both questions)
Why is it that me and my baby share a bed and love each other and it’s wrong? My Goddess states that “All acts of love are Holy in mine eyes”. She is stronger than any god you can throw at me.
My “union” with Betty is Sacred. The Goddess and the Lord smile upon us. What we have is Sacred and loving. If any of you have a prob with that, fuck you.
Leave our tribes alone you fuckmooks.
the Churches are still utilizing slave labor for their Gift Shops? When did this horrid event occur? I AM TOTALLY FREAKIN’ SHOCKED! (well, not really… figured these jerks out before I was 9.)
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I do work a form of Spirituality that can do things… cement relations amongst a multitude of folks, get concepts across, make a difference in the Timeline. Not perfect yet, but things seem to going in a certain direction. The way is so strange… ya’s wind up connecting in ways that couldn’t have happened prior to the Flood.
Your soul was far away in many cases, but your hearts were here when the Floodwalls broke. You know what happened, the assault on our Culture and just what the Crescent City truly means. A shared Reality amongst many in a small area… freakin’ priceless. Conviction times many equals the ability to shape Reality in accordance to Will.
There is no superstition or the need for relics or “blessed” tools. “The Power resides in yourself or nowhere, and the tools? They are just focus points… you are the source via the One”.
So can that church junk, get a fleur de lis, some beads, candles, incense, munchies, etc., and meditate on New Orleans and Her people. Who needs trinkets when you have the real experiences?
I thought this poop had ended.
and a rabid cross-wearing and faith-based fruit bat:
“The candidates also differ on gay rights, where Jindal is the only candidate who said he would not renew a 2004 executive order by Blanco barring state agencies and outside contractors from discriminating in their hiring practices on the basis of race, color, religion, gender, sexual orientation, national origin, political affiliation or disabilities.”
“Jindal said that although he does not believe in discrimination, he fears the executive order’s potential effect on nonprofit groups that contract with the government. Jindal said such groups should be allowed to discriminate in their hiring practices while still receiving tax dollars.
“I’d want to make sure we weren’t driving out faith-based providers from state government, from providing state services,” Jindal said.”
“Jindal, meanwhile, is the only candidate to call for the repeal of hate-crimes laws, which provide added penalties for crimes motivated by animosity toward a particular person or group based on race, age, gender, religion or sexual orientation.”
And of course a statement by a spokesperson from one of Bobby’s loyal supporters showing that excessive religious self-indulgence severely lessens the mind’s capability toward rational thought:
“Gene Mills, director of the Family Forum, said the term “sexual orientation” could be broadly construed to include pedophiles as a protected class of worker in state government.
“If one describes his propensity for minors as a sexual orientation and it says there should not be grounds for firing, then you arguably have a legal dilemma there,” Mills said.”
Sexual orientation is defined as to which sex one is attracted to. Pedophilia refers to one who has sex with children. Almost 98% of reported cases of this sickness is attributed to adults, and most of them are bat-shit crazy religionists. The rest are just sickos.
Homosexuals aren’t into this type of thing… many of them have suffered during their childhoods at the hands of the creatures mentioned above. The last thing on their minds is to commit the same atrocities inflicted upon their bodies.
As for the Trans folk, never would that kind of desire cross our minds, but we are about gender identity and not orientation. Yet all of us are painted with a “heterosexual crime” brush wielded by the hands of morons who ARE NOT in touch with themselves, their identities or their sexualities.
Next thing these nut-jobs will want is to be allowed to burn witches. Oh shit! That’ll be strike three for me! Just bugger me with a telephone pole.
Charlotte sent this out through the NOLA Bloggers, and once I read it my blood started to boil.
Here’s a small snippet:
“At last week’s annual Congressional Black Caucus conference, Louisiana Representative William Jefferson hosted a panel entitled “Recovery by Whom, for Whom?” Invited speaker Mayor Ray Nagin answered Jefferson’s question as he auctioneered off New Orleans to the audience, stating that the city is undergoing “the biggest economic development in history.”
The prices of homes and even hotels are a steal, and deep pockets are invited to swoop down and take advantage of the still-struggling New Orleans. Mayor Nagin represented the city as a “buffet,” and shamelessly summoned private business “to eat all they can eat.” He called on them to take advantage of the “schmorgesborg” that is New Orleans–there is enough for everybody.”
Many years ago, at the Pride Celebration in 2003, Nagin showed up with his entourage and many Gay hangers-on. When it came time for the publicity photo he stated that he wanted the pic to be with me and a young Gay activist. Right now my skin is crawling. He touched my body, and now he is advocating things that will fucking hurt me and my partner, our property, our catz, and so many god-damned others?
Mr. Nagin, I have been at odds with you since the Federal Flood of our city, but now it is personal. I want your head on a pike. I am willing to revert to how my ancestors dealt with traitors: I will build the wicker man and encase you in it. You will burn merrily. That is the penalty for your kind.
There is a justice that comes from the depths of cultural time Mr. Nagin, and now the call for justice has your name on it.
To hurt the people of New Orleans is a crime…
I’m currently reading “Whipping Girl”, A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity, by Julia Serano.
Most of what she advocates I’ve already been actualizing in my life, but now there are political changes coming from what she is teaching me, and what New Orleans is teaching me. I am seeing an expansion within myself… a step larger than my decision to undo the curse that the doctors placed me under 50 years ago.
The end result is an Epiphany from Hades. And it ain’t done downloading into my Spirit. This sucker is coming in it’s own time, and all I can do is absorb each and every fragment of it. It’s something that I have searched for over the decades and tens of thousands of miles. In a way, I think I always realized that the answer could only be found here in New Orleans.
Maybe that’s one reason I didn’t die when the doctors said I was a gonner back in the ’90s. Maybe their strange looks at my charts actually represent something: I won’t die, not until I have found myself, and even then, I will be able to dance the Dance of Life for many years. That could only happen here in New Orleans. (Been in pain all day, but that will pass…)
I’m surrounded by wonderful folks with great hearts. I have a fantastic life-mate. (I have too many catz.) I live a life I couldn’t even considered 30 years ago. Even though the post-Flood world is shit here, it’s still better than any other place.
It all boils down to being here, in this Sacred place, under the protection of the Goddess and Her defenders. Here… a place that allows, nay… demands, that you be true to your soul. Here we dance the Dance of Life… we celebrate the fact of living and dying. Here we are whole.
I can’t really explain why I’m writing this, unless it’s just that the praises of this place must be noted, or maybe I just need to give thanks to the wonderful people of this city.
I raise my wine glass to New Orleans. You helped save me. Now it’s my turn.
May the Goddess always protect and nourish you. So mote it be.
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