Tuesday, May 5, 2009

"Same Gender Loving People - No. 47"

"From Love, We've Made Our Home Together..."


Positive images of people like me... The truth of the matter is that we all need to see people like ourselves. So everyday, I'll post a photo, drawing or some other artwork that depicts Same Gender Loving People as what we are... Only Human.

"The Poet's Corner"


Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

For Stephen Christopher Harris

Monday, May 4, 2009

"It's About Equal Rights..."


Gay marriage and the bigot card

By John Corvino, columnist, 365gay.com 05.01.2009 11:06am

Maggie Gallagher at the National Organization for Marriage—producers of the unintentionally hilarious “Gathering Storm” ad—has been mentioning “footnote 26” of the Iowa marriage decision quite a bit lately.


For example, she tells conservative blogger Rod Dreher that same-sex marriage requires “the rejection of the idea that children need a mom and dad as a cultural norm—or probably even as a respectable opinion. That’s become very clear for people who have the eyes to see it. (See e.g. footnote 26 of the Iowa decision).”


Elsewhere she describes the footnote as “the most heartbreaking sentence” of the decision.
What is this ominous, heartbreaking footnote? The offending bit is here: “The research appears to strongly support the conclusion that same-sex couples foster the same wholesome environment as opposite-sex couples and suggests that the traditional notion that children need a mother and a father to be raised into healthy, well adjusted adults is based more on stereotype than anything else.” So says the Iowa Supreme Court in a unanimous decision.


So too says the American Academy of Pediatrics, the Child Welfare League of America, the National Association of Social Workers, the American Psychological Association—in fact, every major health and welfare organization that has examined the issue. The Iowa Supreme Court has mainstream professional opinion solidly on its side.


But to say that the opposing view is based on “stereotype” attacks our opponents’ last remotely plausible-sounding secular argument. No wonder they’re getting defensive.


The use of the word “stereotype” is a large part of what irks them. Those who rely more on stereotype than evidence are being unreasonable. And in the extreme, those who cling to unreasonable views are bigots. Elsewhere in the Dreher interview Gallagher states,
“Same-sex marriage is founded on a lie about human nature: ‘there is no difference between same-sex and opposite sex unions and you are a bigot if you disagree.’”


Indeed, Gallagher uses the term “bigot” and its cognates no fewer than five times in the short interview.


But a bigot if you disagree? Neither the Iowa Supreme Court nor most marriage-equality advocates make any such sweeping statement. On the contrary, footnote 26 is attached the following:
“On the other hand, we acknowledge the existence of reasoned opinions that dual-gender parenting is the optimal environment for children. These opinions, while thoughtful and sincere, were largely unsupported by reliable scientific studies.”

“Reasoned opinions” which are “thoughtful and sincere.” That’s about as far from “you’re a bigot if you disagree” as one can get.

Marriage-equality opponents are increasingly complaining that we’re calling them bigots. This leads to a kind of double-counting of our arguments: For any argument X that we offer, opponents complain both that we’re saying X and that we’re saying that anyone who disagrees with X is a bigot.

Then, instead of responding to X—that is, debating the issue on the merits—they focus on the alleged bigotry charge and grumble about being called names.


I don’t deny that some of us do call them names (sometimes deserved, sometimes not). Yet even those who call them “bigots”—such as Frank Rich in his New York Times op-ed “The Bigots’ Last Hurrah”—often engage the substance as well. Increasingly, our opponents ignore the substance in favor of touting their alleged persecution.


Personally, I think the term “bigot” should be used sparingly. Many of those who oppose marriage equality are otherwise decent people who can and sometimes do respond to reasoned dialogue.


To call such persons bigots is not merely inaccurate; it’s a conversation-stopper. It says, “your views are beyond the pale, and I won’t dignify them with discussion.”
But let’s not pretend that any one side in this debate has a corner on conversation-stoppers. There are plenty of people on Gallagher’s side who consider us “deviants” or “perverts,” and those terms don’t exactly welcome dialogue either. Neither does Gallagher’s calling us “liars”—as in, “same-sex marriage is based on a lie about human nature.”


There’s a more general problem here, and it’s hardly unique to the gay-rights debate. Suppose you’ve reflected on some controversial issue and adopted a particular position. Presumably, you’ve decided that it’s the most reasonable position to hold. How, then, do you explain the fact that seemingly reasonable people deny it?


There are several possibilities, most of them not very flattering. Perhaps your opponents are inattentive, or not very bright, or have logical blind spots, or are swayed by superstition.
Or perhaps they’re just being bigots. It happens.


(Interestingly, some philosophers have suggested on this basis that there’s no such thing as a “reasonable disagreement,” strictly speaking. If you accept P but think that denying P is “reasonable,” then you should either switch to not-P or become agnostic about the issue.)

I don’t pretend to understand why seemingly reasonable and decent people adopt what strikes me as an obviously wrongheaded position on marriage equality. I think the reasons are various and complex, though they typically involve a distortion of rationality caused by other commitments, such as religious bias.

But I also recognize that my opponents do, or should, wonder the same thing about me—and the ever-growing number of reasonable and decent Americans who support marriage equality.
Which leaves us with a few choices.
(1) We can call each other crazy and stupid, or bigots, or deviants. This is generally not helpful.
(2) We can pretend that we’re above all that, but complain that the other side is doing it. This, I fear, is what Gallagher is doing, and it strikes me as equally unhelpful. It would be akin to my saying that Gallagher’s position is that you should oppose same-sex marriage, and if you don’t, you’re a liar (or a heathen or a pervert or whatever).
(3) We can actually engage the substance of each other’s positions.

I can understand why those with poorly supported positions would want to avoid (3). That doesn’t necessarily make them bigots, but it doesn’t reflect very well on them, either.




John Corvino, Ph.D. is an author, speaker, and philosophy professor at Wayne State University in Detroit. His column “The Gay Moralist” appears Fridays on 365gay.com.



For more about John Corvino, or to see clips from his “What’s Morally Wrong with Homosexuality?” DVD, visit http://www.johncorvino.com/

"Same Gender Loving People - No. 46"

"We Make Our Life Together..."


Positive images of people like me... The truth of the matter is that we all need to see people like ourselves. So everyday, I'll post a photo, drawing or some other artwork that depicts Same Gender Loving People as what we are... Only Human.

"The Truth Today..."

Stephen had a beautifully framed print of this famous drawing... I hung it in our bedroom. One day in late December, in a fit of rage that I can only ascribe to self-loathing over being gay, he took it down and destroyed it breaking up the frame and glass on the kitchen floor.


"While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die."
Leonardo da Vinci



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Stephen Christopher Harris
 

"Fear Eats the Soul"

Sunday, May 3, 2009

"A Song for Me..."


Another grief-filled Sunday has come... Music makes it more bearable, and just slightly less lonely. The day will be long, but perhaps someday soon, "I'll fly away..."



I'll Fly Away
Vern Gosdin

Some glad morning when this life is over
I'll fly away
To a home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away

I'll fly away oh glory
I'll fly away
When I die hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away

When the shadows of this life have grown
I'll fly away
Like a bird from prison bars has flown
I'll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where joys shall never end
I'll fly away

"Haunted in the night..."

I’ve been haunted in the night by visions of Stephen’s cars…perhaps it’s because of all the news about the auto industry in the last few days. Stephen has had a Chrysler Pacifica, a Jeep Cherokee and a Mercedes during the time I’ve known him… just the sight of any of these car models on the road is enough to remind me of him.

I first saw his car at the end of our first date in August 2006. I met Stephen Christopher Harris in person for the first time at the Metro Grill in the Fisher Building. After a wonderful dinner, where almost instantly, we seemed like old friends, even lovers, the evening came to an end. When we left the restaurant, I asked him over to my car which was parked across the street from the entrance. I had brought him a gift, a gold box of assorted candy bars. He smiled as he took it from my hand and I asked where he’d parked. He said around the corner, so I offered to drive him to his car. He got in and I drove him to where he’d “hidden” his car, it was a silver Chrysler Pacifica.

Later that fall, Stephen got a new car. By this time, we were very much in love (I know I was). He’d asked me what cars I thought he should look at. I gave him my suggestions and he said he wanted me to go with him to look. Though I was at the ready to go, he never followed through on his asking me to go with him. This was an early disappointment. The new car was a black Cherokee. I saw it for the first time when I went to pick him up for a date. By the following fall, during our separation, I was working as a consultant and traveling all over the country and in Canada as well. When I’d be on the road, the sight of a black Cherokee would always elicit a silent, “I love you, Dearest” in my heart. During this time, sometimes he’d take my calls, at other times, I was ignored, but I continued to love him… I continued to wait for him.

The Mercedes came after (during) the reconciliation last summer. On the weekend he got the car, he’d come to see me, or so he told me. But when my father and I picked him up from the airport, he told me “the main reason I came was to get my new car.” This hurt my feelings, since he’d been declaring his love for me again and I had bought his ticket to Detroit that weekend. But I loved him, so like everything else, I forgave it. I loaned him my car for the day while I worked. Later, when I got home, he apologized for saying the main reason he came was for the car, although it was the truth. I drove him back to the dealership that evening to bring back his new Mercedes. He was going to Germany for work that week and he left the car with me for the two weeks he was gone. I tended it, but didn’t drive it. Now, it’s the sight of a black Mercedes that haunts me on the highway… It reminds me of the “Day Without Gay…”



December 10th 2008 was supposed to be “The Day Without Gay,” gays everywhere were supposed to stay home from work in protest of the California Marriage proposition’s passing. Stephen would never have participated in such an event, although I was open to the idea. But, the day before, he and I had had a terrible argument about his lying and deceiving ways. We hardly slept that night. That morning, neither of us stirred until late in the morning, we just laid in bed together in wide awake silence. When I reminded him of his promises to me, the argument resumed. He got angry and got up saying he was through with life and was going to commit suicide. I told him I was tired of living this way too and would join him. We both showered and dressed. We both put on black suits. I wrote a letter to my family and when he came downstairs; we went out to the garage and got in the Mercedes. We rolled down the windows, Stephen started the car, and we sat there waiting for carbon monoxide to do its work.

Stephen put in a CD from his Bible on CD set. I had seen the CD set before, it was where he hid his CDs of his sex pictures. I discovered them innocently enough one day, and when I looked at them, I saw the proof of what he’d lied to me about, saying Charles Kelly’s accusations about sex parties and various other things were untrue. But I never told him I’d seen them, I just forgave his lies. But as we sat in the car that morning of December 10th, I remembered them and began to question him about what I’d seen.

He began to cry and then said, “I can’t do this.” He turned off the engine and got out of the car. He went in the house… But I’d had all I could stand. I closed the door, went back to the car, started it and waited again. About half an hour later, he discovered what I was doing. He came to the car in a panic… at first I thought it was because he truly cared about me (and perhaps he did), but later I realized that it was more because he didn’t want to have to explain his role in what I was doing. I’d seen that side of him before, on Sunday, June 17th, 2007 when he told me to kill myself after an argument.

I refused to turn off the car or unlock the door for him and he went back inside the house. A short time later, he came and opened the garage door and then went back inside again. I got out, closed the garage door, turned off the circuit breaker to the door openers and then started the car again. He came out once again and discovering what I’d done, pleaded with me to turn the car off and come inside. He said he loved me and was sorry for all he’d done to make us so unhappy. I listened and after a while, my attitude changed and I unlocked the door of the car. He got in, turned off the engine, and came around to the other side and took me into the house.

We never spoke of that day again, but as it happened, it was a fitting day for our mutual suicide attempt. It was on “The Day Without Gay” and he was missing from work, no call, no show. I remember as we were getting dressed, his colleagues were calling on the phone as he had an international meeting and conference call scheduled for that morning, but he refused to answer it. Later that afternoon, I heard him call the office to say he’d been sick that morning. I think we’re both still “sick” in a way… This is one of those mornings when I wish he’d been brave enough to leave me in the car, for I surely would have left this world for a happier place that day.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

"The Poet's Corner"


When I Heard at the Close of the Day From "Leaves of Grass"
By Walt Whitman

…And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his way coming, O then I was happy;
O then each breath tasted sweeter—and all that day my food nourish’d me more—and the beautiful day pass’d well,
And the next came with equal joy—and with the next, at evening, came my friend;
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to me, whispering, to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.

"Something to Ponder..."

I remember when this was "just" a question...

"God Has Made a Way"


For Stephen Christopher Harris

"Fear Eats the Soul"

"The Artist's Corner"

"Don't Ask, Don't Tell"
Christopher Furninger
Acyrlic on Canvas

Friday, May 1, 2009

"Same Gender Loving People - No. 45"


"Like Any Couple, Sometimes We Disagree..."


Positive images of people like me... The truth of the matter is that we all need to see people like ourselves. So everyday, I'll post a photo, drawing or some other artwork that depicts Same Gender Loving People as what we are... Only Human.

"A Song for Stephen Christopher Harris..."

This was one of the first songs Elton John wrote with Bernie Taupin. They met after a record company gave John some of Taupin's lyrics to work with. Eventually, they both moved into John's parents' house, where they started working together.

The song was written in 1967. Taupin was 17.

Taupin wrote this over breakfast at John's parents' house, where he was living. The original lyrics have coffee stains on them.

Elton wrote the music in about 20 minutes, as he often did with Taupin's lyrics in their early days.




"Once, while I was believing,
this song became real..."




"Your Song"

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen


"Fear Eats the Soul"