The Prancing Elites

There is a reality television show on the Oxygen Network about a bunch of guys called "The Prancing Elite." It is a show about a small group of gay guys who want to dance in cheerleading style in these spangled outfits. While I do applaud them for going out there and doing this. I am just a bit burnt out on most reality shows.

All issues on line seem to be black and white. You are either for or against. Unless you are Christian and then you must be the most fundamentalist rightest right wing Christian out there. You can not forgive or approach anyone with the hand of love. It is a matter of Christian duty to bash the head in of anyone who you do not approve of with your special scriptures.

So I jumped into the fray with my little comment on how I enjoyed the video and that it was fun. I get these responses of scripture quotation over and over. Nothing of love and meeting a person where they are as much as lets beat them in their heads. Might be a tad over dramatic, but it is close to what they do. I responded that they are using scripture as a weapon that they don't know how to use. I suppose that I should counter with the same hate, but they wouldn't get it.

Sigh...

So this past weekend has been one of loneliness. Even though Roxane is here, and , God bless her for it. What I am really missing is the touch of someone. Not just someone being here, but someone who is going to come up close, sit next to me. Put their arm around me and let me know that I am a valued human. I was born from the generation were warm affection is giving and receiving of a firm handshake. Anything more than that was just not done and baffling.

I love my dog Shane. He is a protective hell hound. When I take a nap or I am sick, he is right here next to me for the full time. Some call it co-dependency. I call it love.