Puts me in mind of the stay at home mothers’ group I joined in my mid twenties (I was young and naive! I thought I could make friends!). They hated all things “gay”. And all things “gay” included Spongebob Squarepants (which is actually Candide. But I won’t get too philosophical heheh).

Apparently, they had not problem telling me that my mothering skills were absent/lacking because I let my then two year old watch ol’ Spongebob. But when I turned it around on them by saying there was nothing at all wrong with being gay anyhow, I was ousted from the group faster than a pinko commie sympathizer at a Glenn Beck rally.

New and different opinions are scary! And icky! And it might make people think! Can’t go around getting ideas, ya know.

Now, I sound all brave and bold and fearless (snap! snap!), I’m really not. I’m pretty meek in real life and pick my battles on things I feel most passionately about. I guess it’s because I’ve learned that I can’t change anyone…and as I’ve gotten older, I feel too tired to try. People who are ignorant don’t get to stay in my company very long. I surround myself with bold, awesome, cranky, out-spoken people and I soak up their brass balls vicariously. *grin* I’ve always enjoyed people who can really say it like it is, especially if they can make it funny too.

Hell, nothing says sexy like a mouthy man with a sense of humor who hasn’t been gelded into “appropriateness”. And sassy ladies are the best.

I’m just not one of those.

But one thing that’s funny is if (on the rare circumstance) I’m out with my TJ or my friend Andrea and of course, they say something wildly inappropriate, opinionated, controversial…etc. I’ve had people look at me like “Shut them up!”, to which I just smile and shake my head. I like em for that very reason. No one can shut them up.