Man, Billyhank's one tired motherfucker today, which is odd 'cause there isn't shit going on for work these last couple of days. Actually had my guys filling out unemployment applications, citing reduced hours. Kinda shitty feeling, really. Just not seeing any jobs coming in for the next couple weeks, so there's no reason to have 'em mulling around the shop.

Very crappy.

On top of that, I managed to kill yet another car, so Buttons' Maxima is heading for some charitable cause with a nicely running engine and no discernable transmission. Crappycrappycrappy. I dunno, probably won't be so bad (I've been riding the bus or my bike to work since I got here and Buttons' new gig is a five-minute ride away on the 75), but it's just a lousy feeling to lose something useful without having a replacement. The only stuff I'm kinda dreading is grocery shopping and doing laundry. All the markets are a bus ride away and we've got a "laundry room" downstairs, but it's two washers, two dryers and a minimum of 2 1/2 hours to wash and dry a normal load. Not such a very good thing. There's a laundromat right on the 74 line and I'm thinking that might be a good place to start hitting.

Right, so this is boring, right? Never mind.

Been corresponding with a former teacher a bit lately about the whole gay marriage deal, and the massive number of words put down between us seems to be boilable down to a couple of precepts:

1. Nobody would care about gay marriage if only lesbians were involved.

2. Every guy on the planet would try gay sex if most of the other guys weren't ready and willing to beat the shit out of him for trying it.

So, really, it seems that most of America figures that the whole Goddamned country's gonna collapse if we let a couple of XY pairs get some tax breaks and inheritance rights. Not the women, just the guys, for those of you who don't understand the XY reference. So, apparently, all you womenfolk are free to go check each other out, but all you boys better keep your eyes and your junk aimed straight at the nearest breasts that aren't related to you.

Y'know, every guy has thought about gay sex on a personal level at least a few times in his life, and most of us have discussed what we would and wouldn't be willing to do, gay-wise, right? Stop denying. Shit, for most of you reading this, I was one of the ones you were talking to about it. So, yeah, boys think about banging boys, but what stops 'em?

Listen, you'd be hard pressed to find a Gen X-aged woman in this country that didn't have some kind of lesbian experience growing up, no matter what gender they happen to dig now. But there's no stigma attached to it. Usually the story involves booze, a dare, youth and lots of laughter. A story to break out every once in a while to shock a new boyfriend or liven up a dull dinner. It's just one of those things that we laugh at and smirk and make "Oooooooh" noises about. No biggie. But how many guys could get away with that if they haven't already come out of the closet? I can't think of anyone (well, one guy, but man...not a guy that you want picture having gay sex...or straight sex...or, really, anything that involved a lot of bare skin) that's even hinted at something like that. And I got a feeling that anybody ballsy enough to 'fess up to that one would find themselves quickly ejected from their core group of pals. Interesting to think that while a woman can go examine the other side and return with no real stigma, once a guy goes over he's stuck there for life.

No real reason I'm bringing this up, 'cept that it's one of those stupidly obvious things that deserves to see the light of day in some kinda public forum.

Night, y'all.

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