You know, all the debates that go on about this and that, whether it is who is responsible for non working plug ins for Blogs, to whether Proposition 8 in California is not about being a Bigot, but about Religious Rights, there is something that struck me.

While engaging in the debates on Proposition 8, it is like watching people actually foaming at the mouth, as they fire their broadsides at the Gay Rights movement, at how they claim we are Infringing on their Religious Freedom. Yet they fail to understand, that they enjoy that freedom, because the majority are willing to accept that not everyone believes as they do.

Then engaging in a debate about Wordpress, it struck me. The same anger from the few who feel a sense of self entitlement, of being almost God’s Messengers, and whether or not an end user has the right to complain, or scold, the company that developed Wordpress, for basically actions of 3rd party developers. It is the same anger that the Religious Right use, the same holier than thou mantra, that somehow makes them believe they are superior to everyone else, thus entitled to having only their views heard, their opinions matter.

What got me was, how I wondered how ballistic the antagonists would get, if they knew they were talking to a gay, married man. It got to me too, that I wasn’t about to share that information, not because it was unimportant to the discussion, but from the desire to not be attacked. Yet here I am, Out and Proud, but the attack philosophy obviously works, no wonder Bush & Harper are in power.

It also struck me as how somehow, that was of importance. Not to me, but to them, that if I ‘came out’ as the saying goes, it would somehow invalidate my arguments of why Wordpress has an obligation to its end users, whether the program is free or not.

And perhaps that is why I am so passionate about calling it Marriage. Not because I care what the word used is, but because in order to gain acceptance, to be validated, it has to be the same word, for that simple tradition, whether religious connotations only, or a civil. It has to be Marriage, if bigotry, if racism, is to end.

Words do matter, semantics does count, and it struck me at how the self righteous seem to forget, that but for the Grace of God, there go they too. I am who I am, not because I chose to be Gay, but because a higher power made that determination for me. Call it random gene association, if you want, but it wasn’t a choice made by me, nor any other homosexual, lesbian, or transgender.

Then