We Were Here

We-Were-Here-DVD-FMy podcasting cohost, Christina, recommended the film “We Were Here.” This is a documentary about the onset and ravages of the AIDS epidemic in San Francisco in the late 70s and 80s. It is powerful and reminds us how beautiful each individual human being is. Such a horrific loss to humanity.

I loved how this film just reveals the humanity of the LGBT community. It’s so important that we always see people as full-fledged humans with all the same pain, love, joy, sorrow as everyone else.

God forgive us for how we treated our brothers as if they were worth nothing. Don’t judge others, people. It hurts us all!

Black Tapes Podcast – Canadian alternate universe?

If you haven’t listened to the Black Tapes Podcast yet, you’re in for a treat. It’s a mysterious trip of a journalist who is investigating the paranormal–pretty much by accident. Well written and recorded–I did a total binge listen! So many enigmas within riddles!

One mystery that the journalist has failed to notice. On the podcast, Washington state appears to be completely inhabited by…Canadians. Now, don’t get me wrong. One of my best pals from grad school is Canadian. Got nothing against our lovely neighbor to the north! That said, nearly every person they interview has that slight accent. You know what I’m talking aboot. And I’m not sore-ey to say it. SO. I think it can only be attributed to the fact that the journalist and team are somehow trapped in an alternate dimension where Washington is part of Canada. The one exception is Dr. Strand himself. Which just makes it all the more weird. WHAT DOES IT MEAN??????

Anyway. Go listen! It’s great! :D http://theblacktapespodcast.com/

And if you like what you hear, back their Kickstarter. Less than 2 days to help produce the last six episodes of this season. DO IT! Do it NOW! https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/290547250/the-black-tapes-podcast

UPDATE!

Whoops! My friend Christina tells me that Pacific Northwest Stories is recorded in Vancouver, Canada. Still…there be a lot of Washintonians with dem accents in the show. ;)

Bake the damn cake

So you won’t bake a cake for a gay wedding, but you bake one for other weddings.

Is it because the “sin” is obvious? Two men together or two women together are clear to see. Easy to discriminate. But it’s okay to bake a cake for an adulterer’s wedding because you can’t see if they’re sinning. If you’re going to deny people your cake-baking services based on your perception of their sin, then you should get out of business. Because every time you bake a wedding cake, you’re baking it for a sinner. According to the logic of not baking a cake for gays, you’re endorsing every one of the sins of any of your customers because you’re taking part in one of their life celebrations.

How did Jesus treat sinners? He loved them. Did he turn them away from his presence? No, he loved them. In the face of all their sin. In fact, he sent their accusers away shame-faced.

If you’re a Christian, you should go out of your way to show love toward anyone who comes into your business. If you’re following Jesus, you should be willing to shed your blood for anyone who comes into your business.

Show people love. Accept them simply as human beings. Their sin has nothing to do with you. Jesus did more than bake a cake for sinners. He bled for them. He died for them.

This is how Jesus shows love for sinners. How dare he endorse all that sin by showing love?!

This is how Jesus shows love for sinners. How dare he endorse all that sin by showing love?!

Foodgod

I realized something tonight that I don’t really like. I learned that food is my light and my salvation…whom shall I fear? Food is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? My joy is in food, my comfort is in food. If I have food, I don’t need anything or anyone else. Food protects me and brings me peace. Food gives me hope. Without food, I am nothing; I have nothing.

This is a truth that I have come to believe over a lifetime. It is going to take time to unlearn it. And it’s not going to be fun.

Lucky Chance

I can’t remember the circumstance that prompted it, but I recently had the classic Christianese thought: “There but by the grace of God, go I.” It means, if God hadn’t put me in such a good life, I could be where that unfortunate person is.

It was probably in my head due to thinking about ISIS and the horrors of extremist religious oppression. Knowing what a rule-follower I was as a child all the way into my early thirties, I thought if I’d been born into that extremist Islamic culture, I would be one of those women who was all about following the rules I was taught unquestioningly. I might be waving a gun around, patrolling the streets looking for rule-breakers, and cheering on horrific acts. There but by the grace of God…

Or I might’ve been thinking about Liberia and the Ebola outbreak where people don’t have access to the same excellent health care I do. Where they have to hide the fact they or their family members might be sick so that they aren’t ostracized. There but by the grace of God, go I.

But now I’m questioning that, simply because I know God loves us all perfectly and equally. Is it really loving to pick and choose which soul gets born into a safer, clean environment, and which gets born into a slum? Or is it kinder for God to allow chance to take place, to allow for blind luck?

Am I blessed? Or am I just lucky? I think the latter may be more fair from a Christian point of view. God may know when a sparrow falls, but it doesn’t say he chooses which sparrow will fall.

If I am not blessed, if I am just lucky, some of my specialness is taken away. That may be a good thing. It doesn’t change God’s love for me if I was not specially chosen to have the privileged life I do. But it can introduce more humility into my heart. These days I feel more lucky than blessed. And I don’t think God’s offended at all by that.

Lost Ambition

I seem to have lost my ambition for pursuing my arts. Acting I do still love. But the writing (to which I was born) and the drawing (that I loved as a young person), I don’t seem to want to do. Scratch that…I do want to do them, but I don’t.

I do believe that it is just a decision. That with both of these things I need only choose to pursue mastery.  But that 8 hour day, damn it.  I love the fact that I have a good job.  That doesn’t change the fact that it wears me out and leaves me with very little energy in the evenings.  I have written in the mornings before.  That is how I finished my second novel.  So perhaps that is what I need to focus on.  The I am definitely not a morning person.

If anyone has any suggestions on how they motivate themselves artistically, I would love to hear your comments.

Lord!  I am a terrible blogger.  No one wants to read someone else’s whining!  Oh well, practice makes perfect.

Somethings Wonderful

Some wonderful things are happening in my life these days.

My niece moved in today, to live with me while she goes to school. This is very cool because I am privileged to be part of her life on a daily basis now. Full of wonder.

I also received a request from a fellow podcaster to be part of his podcast in a way that is incredibly honoring to me. Full of wonder.

Today makes me remember a comic from Tiny Ghosts

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http://www.tinyghosts.com/archive/tinyghosts240.html

And if you’re not familiar with the webcomic, go read the archive now. You won’t be sorry.

Because LIFE!

There’s a debate going on these days about whether or not it is okay to tell fat people or fat children that they are just fine the way they are. There’s this odd fear that if you do so, you’ll be condoning their “self-destructive” behavior…that shaming or constantly reminding them of their need to change is the only way to move them towards “health.”

Sounds a lot like the fundamentalist Christian attitude toward the LGBT community, but I digress.

Here’s the deal. No one has any right to tell another person how to live their life. No one has any right to shame another person based on their looks.

I am 5’6″ tall and weigh 213 pounds. I waver between a size 16 and 18. And I’m done trying to be something I’m not.

In the past week, I’ve begun choosing joy. I’ve begun looking for happiness in the body that I’m in, rather than hoping for happiness once I’ve changed. There’s no time for that; life is now! I have a trip to London coming up that I’ve been dreaming of since I was a kid. I couldn’t care less what my body looks like for it. I’m not going there to impress anyone. I’m going there to BE. IN. LONDON.

To just be. That is the point of life. To be you. And if you’re fat, be joyous. Why? Because you’re alive, you’re living, and there’s no one else out there that can live it like you.

And let’s look at the lean community’s blatant double-standard. They are so afraid of accepting fat people as they are because being overweight could shorten that person’s lifespan. So…what’s with all these extreme sports? How many lean people die every year from their dangerous sporting choices? A lean body doesn’t do you any good when something goes wrong on your base jump. But such obviously dangerous life choices are okayed and the newly-dead are celebrated because, as their grieving friends will say, “They died doing what they love.”

If we are supposed to celebrate someone who reveled in life-threatening behavior because it gave them joy, then stop staring judgmentally at the fat person enjoying an ice cream cone. You have no idea who they have helped, how much they are loving those who need it, and what contribution they are bringing to society in ways that have nothing to do with their size.

Life is to be lived as each individual chooses to live it. It doesn’t matter when you die as long as you’ve lived your life to your satisfaction.

The Bloggess

You know, you can never tell where encouragement will come from. I’m reading a few more blogs these days and there’s one I can always count on to make me smile and laugh. That’s the Bloggess. The humor she sees in daily life has opened my eyes to my own life in that way and I’m trying to see with humor, too. However, she recently posted a thank-you blog to her readers and it was the sweetest thing. So I thought I’d share it because it reminded me that we are all connected. We never know what little thing we do will have a major impact on someone else’s life. Someone you might not even know. You know, we Christians talk about how we may be meeting “angels unaware.” The truth is, we are all those angels. :) Be encouraged in your life today. You’re an angel to someone.

Those are hair curlers, not a new take on Princess Leia. :D

Those are hair curlers, not a new take on Princess Leia. :D