I love the tinternet - there's always so much wonderful stuff that gets forwarded on. Recently I've been catching a few of the blogs and websites I follow going abuzz with a new TV spot that speaks out against same-sex marriage. Below is the original video:


And here's what the gays have to say:


Viva les gays!

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I got this through Sam's blog, and the original post can be found here, but it was just too good to keep to myself.


My son is gay. I knew that he was gay when I realized that he had too many good things about him to be just one person; I think that he was two years old. His interests were varied, as were his abilities. Not only was he more able to get along with both genders better than most adults, but, as he grew up, he was able to converse on a multitude of subjects and participate in a multitude of activities. Do NOT insert snide remark here. He suffered because of who he was. I didn’t know it; he was that caring to protect me.

If you are not on good terms with your gay or lesbian child, you and your child will miss out…YOU more than your child. You will not be let in to his or her world and you will not be entrusted with their love. You will not be revered, respected or cared about if you do not know what a gift your child is. The fact that he or she is gay takes away nothing from the priceless life you brought into the world. It is another facet of who your child is and another piece of the magnificent puzzle that is life.

As my father said to my son when my son told him that he was gay, “Grandson, that means as much to me as the color of your eyes.” My father was an incredible man, just like my son.

Homosexuality is not a choice; it is part of a human’s makeup. Do you really believe that anyone wakes up one day and says to himself or to herself, “I think that, from now on, I will conduct myself in a completely different and largely unacceptable manner. I will make myself become attracted to someone of my same sex and I will prefer things that are confusing to all who love me. I will fight the urges of my physiology, sexuality and chemistry and do the exact opposite. I want to be someone who is often beat up, harassed and usually dismissed as being less than a human being. I want to be ridiculed and unloved by my parents and disciplined, sometimes unmercifully, for being other than what they had in mind when they created me.” Think about that for a few seconds. What in the Universe would be the gain of such actions?

If you have been unsupportive of your child because he or she is gay, you have just plain been unsupportive of your child. If you have had angry thoughts or have chastised or punished your child because of their homosexuality, you have acted against the very essence of life. Your child may very well go on and thrive anyway. However, it will never be because of anything positive that you did on their behalf. It will be in spite of all you have done to bring down the very being to whom you gave life. My son and his partner, Sam, had their committment ceremony over a year ago. As the most important icing on the wedding cake, they are now legally married. Sam is so amazing! I could not have asked for a better son-in-law!

Every child teaches his or her parents many things. They teach us what a true love really is, how much of a child we always will be and they teach us that the world is a wonderful place. They bring hope to the world while they bring validation to our existence. They are the children of the Universe…the future…the reason to face another day. Depriving your child of your love, trust, affection and esteem will cause you to wither and die an unfulfilled human; unloved by the very creature who was meant to love you unconditionally. Your days will echo with the laughter that might have been and you will look forward to the night because it brings sleep…and, with sleep, escape from the light.

If you are concerned about what sexual acts take place behind the door of privacy, are you so certain that the acts you perform behind those doors…or even elsewhere…are those which you believe are someone else’s business? If you show scorn to your homosexual child, or worse, you have done a crime against nature. Are you certain that it is wrong for two people to make love…ANY two people…more wrong than two people bringing fear and pain to each other? Have YOU ever been cherished?

I hope that I live long enough to see that marriage between same-gender people is accepted in our culture. There are so many people who accept hate between people and murder between people. The old hippie saying of “Make Love, Not War” is more blistering a comment on these times than I would ever have imagined.If you want to lose your connection to the Earth and to your time here, all you have to do is forsake your child.

Do not get me wrong; there is nothing for YOU to forgive. However, there is much for your child to forgive…if you ever get the chance and if you ever see the light. And this is the most important of all of my...tales from a broad.

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I recently flew to Mumbai for a quick two day business trip, and even though I've only been to India a few number of times, the city always seem to have a life of its own. I can tell you one thing though - some of those rickshaw rides can put my 4-speed adjustable vibrator to shame.

What is it about hotel rooms that brings out the naughty side of people? I had a 'special friend' of mine meet up at my hotel room, and after some blissful hours, had to bid him adieu. I then decided to ring up room service for some dinner, consisting simply of some pulao, vegetable curry, and of course gulab jamun. A few minutes later the room service guy arrives with my food, but I also notice that he's brought in two of everything - two plates, two knives, two forks, two water glasses, and even two gulab jamuns! He quietly sets everything down, whips around, and says to me "Have a very good night sir!", while at the same time flashing me his widest smile that loosely translated to "Oh you filthy filthy little boy!"

At that point I didn't know which would be quicker - leaping out of the window or electrocution in the bathtub.

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Brides.

All over the world, millions of women dream of the day when they can don that fabled white dress, walk gracefully down the aisle in front of hundreds of their friends and family, and stand in front of the one they love. For anyone who's only attended a wedding ceremony, the entire affair can appear so graceful and hassle-free, but behind the scenes things are a different matter. The only way you can pull off a wedding without any hitches is if you've injected yourself with a concentrated solution of Red Bull and cocaine (a must see btw).

So one of the most important things to a new bride is of course, the wedding dress. Everything else becomes totally insignificant for a new bride - including who she's going to be marrying. Almost every bride describes this feeling of 'just knowing' when they've tried on the right dress, how at long last they had that coveted object that no other woman on the planet was allowed to get her grimy mitts on. Well I'm happy to report that recently a friend of mine asked me what she thought of the wedding dress that she had picked out (and ordered) for her wedding in December this year. Now I don't quite know which planet she comes from, but if you ask a gay man about his opinion on fashion, 99% of the time you're going to get the bitter truth. She showed me a picture of this dress that had so much volume in it, that it looked like an upside-down carnation. It had layers upon layers of fabric cascading all the way down, and it could actually look good on a woman who was say 6 feet tall. The layers were not going to do anything for her body shape, and it was just an absolute nightmare for me to see her beaming face staring lovingly at the mess of rags that was her wedding dress. So it was almost natural (nay, a reflex action) for me to tell her the first thing that jumped into my head when I saw that dress:

"You'll look like you're wearing a ribbed condom"

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