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Feb. 8th, 2001 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonwiseWhew, been a while. I'm not as diligent about updating this journal as some folks are, though perhaps I don't have all that much to say. In any case...
Had another sob session with my husband last night over grad school and whether it's worth it to stay. I suppose it doesn't help that I'm not feeling good about myself because I've put on some weight. Steve is worried that I'm clinically depressed, which I feel is unlikely but possible. There's nothing to do about the weight end of the business but eat less sweets (hard, hard, hard) and work out. I hate going to work out because I always feel like such an uncoordinated fool. (As Steve's cousin pointed out, not unkindly, I'm expressive for the klutz gene.)
Chatted last night with the folks from the Realm and earlier with an online friend. The friend and I were discussing breakups and relationships, and she revealed to me that she thinks she might be interested in girls. (I have no particular problem with this fact, we'll get that out of the way.) On the way home, I was mulling over my own particular attitudes about same-sex relationships and how we deal with them in our society, and why it is that what someone does in the bedroom should influence the rights we give to them.
I could have and did grow up with very conservative views in that respect, but reading books with homosexual protagonists like Mercedes Lackey's Magic's Price series and just about anything by Gael Baudino, I came to realize that while I didn't have to like the bedroom activities, it was important to respect the person. This is where, I think, a lot of lawmakers trip up. You don't necessarily have to love your neighbor; personally, I think it is impossible to do so. However, this does not excuse acting without love.
Hum.. don't know why I felt inspired to write all that. Guess that is what a journal is for - whatever is on one's mind at the time. Heh.
Had another sob session with my husband last night over grad school and whether it's worth it to stay. I suppose it doesn't help that I'm not feeling good about myself because I've put on some weight. Steve is worried that I'm clinically depressed, which I feel is unlikely but possible. There's nothing to do about the weight end of the business but eat less sweets (hard, hard, hard) and work out. I hate going to work out because I always feel like such an uncoordinated fool. (As Steve's cousin pointed out, not unkindly, I'm expressive for the klutz gene.)
Chatted last night with the folks from the Realm and earlier with an online friend. The friend and I were discussing breakups and relationships, and she revealed to me that she thinks she might be interested in girls. (I have no particular problem with this fact, we'll get that out of the way.) On the way home, I was mulling over my own particular attitudes about same-sex relationships and how we deal with them in our society, and why it is that what someone does in the bedroom should influence the rights we give to them.
I could have and did grow up with very conservative views in that respect, but reading books with homosexual protagonists like Mercedes Lackey's Magic's Price series and just about anything by Gael Baudino, I came to realize that while I didn't have to like the bedroom activities, it was important to respect the person. This is where, I think, a lot of lawmakers trip up. You don't necessarily have to love your neighbor; personally, I think it is impossible to do so. However, this does not excuse acting without love.
Hum.. don't know why I felt inspired to write all that. Guess that is what a journal is for - whatever is on one's mind at the time. Heh.
