(08-01-2020, 07:14 AM)guohua Wrote: Right, That is correct, I mean when we had gay men in the Infantry with us, they kept to themselves and didn't do any limp wrist stuff, they were Tough as Nails
That's a fact - not just in the military, but on the streets as well. When I was taking my police training, the instructor had been undercover in Richmond, VA, for several years, and stressed that gay guys CAN, and if given a reason WILL, whip the shit out of you. They're tough as nails, and the limp-wristed stereotype is, as I understand it, in the minority. I've been friend with both types out in the world, and truth be told wouldn't want to piss either off
Quote:You know, a man will cry for his Mother and Father when he's hit bad and his buddies will cry with him as he dies out there in a fire fight or in a the bug infested jungle that doesn't make him or his buddies any less of a man or woman.
Those are the ones that haunt me. Oddly, the ones who had a section of skull peel away and crap splash out of their craniums just because I twitched a trigger bother me not at all. Probably makes me some variety of psychopath, or something wrong with me, but they don't. If it was them or me, I chose it to be them. End of. But the ones of my own that died crying and screaming, they come to visit occasionally. That's why I keep turning down militia positions when they're offered. I'm not sending any more fine young starry-eyed boys into that.
I still don't cry - or if I do, I don't get caught at it. My son caught me once, and Grace may have - but if she did, she was kind enough to never mention it. When my son caught me, it was enough to turn him from joining the military himself. He was pretty gung-ho up to that point, and after it, it was like flipping a switch. No mo gung-ho.
I didn't cry when my dad died, and he was my world. Still haven't, and it's been 22 years in a couple of months. Tears are reserved.
Quote:You are what you are, don't use chemicals to change that, well at least not in the Military, that is how I think about this Gender Binding Crap!
*handing keyboard back to the boss*
Yup. What I don't understand is the need of some folks - on either side of the equation - to make an issue of it. Folks is folks, and I see no need to put them in boxes, nor do I see a need for them to put themselves in a box, and then crow about it. I'm neither intimidated nor creeped out by gay folks, and don't understand why anyone is. If they are secure in themselves, why would someone else be able to give them the willies?
When I was in high school, I spent a summer at a college learning computer programming. This was back when BASIC was the main language, you still used line numbers to process the code, computers filled up an entire floor of a building, and IBM punch cards were the way you communicated with one. There was a gay guy there, a flamin' limp-wrister, who was ostracized by all the rest of the guys in the dorm. Even then, I didn't understand it. I was the only one who would go sit in his room and talk with him. Now, no shit, he did the mud masks and facial peels and the whole nine yards, and that took some getting used to, but after a few hours of talking, all that crap just fades into the background. You get used to it, it's just the way he was. He never once made any kind of advance on me, Just a scrawny kid, no threat of any sort. Sharp kid, had a pretty high IQ, could talk on most any subject including astronomy, programming, and physics.
Some of the other guys - we were all teenagers at the time - thought they'd give me a ration of shit and make me join their anti-gay club, but I shut that down pretty fast. I just told them they could handle their world, and I'd handle mine, and that I gave no shits what they thought of me - but, that if they wanted to give me any shit over it, that was the time, and we'd get this ball rolling. Then I just shut up and gave them "the look" and waited. Ever one of them looked like I had just slapped him, and walked away without even muttering. Couldn't even look me in the eye.
Fuck 'em. Folks is folks. You take 'em as they are, or you don't bother 'em at all, and just let 'em get on with their thing without you.
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Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king.
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’