Tuesday, December 01, 2009
The Beautiful Room Is Empty
In honor of AIDS day, I tried to do a little research on the most odious of all groups, Westboro Baptist Church, known as the God Hates Fags church, but my computer wouldn't let me open any of their websites for some reason. Good computer! Where do these nuts come from? Where does anyone gain such surety of their position? When AIDS came on the scene, I decided to volunteer at an AIDS support center. My only credential was that I had read Edmund White's The Beautiful Room Is Empty. This was enough. There weren't a lot of people signing up in those days. AIDS was pretty much a death sentence at that point, and I spent a lot of time wondering how dying people could act so normal. Presumably if I were dying, I would spend every single moment in a panic. Such is the stupid way the young think.
Of course, I learned a lot during my time there, as anyone with two or three brain cells would. I learned how good people are, how strong. How petty bullshit still matters even in the most dire circumstances. How afraid a lot of people are of everything and how fear makes people mean -- note the God Hates Fags website, the protests at funerals. I remember my last day at the center, packing up groceries from the food bank to be distributed to those in need like I usually did. I knew I would miss it, and I still do.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The capacity for getting along with our neighbor depends to a large extent on the capacity for getting along with ourselves. The self-respecting individual will try to be as tolerant of his neighbor's shortcomings as he is of his own." Eric Hoffer
Twinkle Twinkle (the first of the Christmas shots)
one part Irish Creme
one part Creme de Menthe
one part grenadine
Layer with a spoon so that the colors stand alone.
Benedictions and Maledictions