Cruising Boundaries

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I posted on Facebook tonight about a guy I caught jerking off in the public library.  The post was more about a rather hilarious, unintended pun from a security guard than it was about the actual act of exhibitionistic wanking.  The reactions, however, have been interesting, and have inspired me to write this blog.

Since that post, I have been called a hypocrite, a snitch, and judgemental… all from gay men.

First things first… let’s get the whole story out since the meagre Facebook post was Cole’s Notes.  The library was about to close in an hour, and many of the study desks were beginning to clear out.   Up on the 6th floor there was me, an empty desk behind me, and then a young woman.  Nobody else was near us, that I recall.  A man came and sat down at the desk between the woman and me, an action that I thought peculiar considering the wealth of empty desks scattered along that hall. I didn’t think much of it and got back to my research.  Then I heard a sound…

There was a repetitive sound that caught my attention, and in looking back over my shoulder I saw that this man had a large book on his lap, and his hand was under it near his junk in his loose gym shorts.  That is where the sound was coming from.  There was this moment where we caught eyes; we kind of froze there for a second.  I then quickly turned back, processing what I believe I saw.  He then quickly put his giant books down and left.

This, to me, felt very violating.  So much so that I felt I should probably alert security.  As I was leaving, this man was standing just outside.  Near the door was a conveniently placed security guard, a fella I was about to pass anyhow.  I said to him, “See that guy there, I’m pretty sure he was just jerking off on the 6th floor.”  To which he replied, “Can’t really do much unless we catch him red-handed” – making me chuckle at his choice of words.  It was interesting to hear the security guard talk a bit more about this.  He said that this is a long standing issue in libraries because it is a space where people are able to access the internet and, therefore, porn. Prior to that, it was other forms of erotica that was otherwise unattainable or was too shaming to have at home.  They even pushed to block certain sites, but apparently it would go against certain freedoms so it has yet to happen

So, what is it that has created this reaction from some of my Facebook friends?  Some sexual entitlement of sorts?  An overconfident cruising culture?  Misconceptions about my values and about who I am as a sexual being?

Hypocrisy?  This implies that I do this stuff…. I do not do this. Do I cruise?  Yes.  To me, there is a certain excitement that comes from stealth, consenting sexual activity out in the world… why not?  I understand the attraction and allure of public sex, and getting one’s jollies off with others in sneaky ways.  But the key concept here is “consent.”  If this man selected that desk solely because it was beside me or beside that young woman, and that was his thrill, then it is incredibly violating.  I did not consent, nor did she (I believe).  I know the boundaries of sexual exploration and exploitation within a social sphere, and feel like this person’s actions crossed those boundaries.

Gay cruising is a reality; let’s face it.  But, by definition cruising implies consent.  It is a conscious exploration of and venture into an area that is known for gay sex.  These are most commonly washrooms, particular trails in the forest, areas near nude beaches, parking lots, and locker rooms… spaces that are inherently distant from the greater public, secluded, containing adequate privacy, and ill-frequented by families, women and kids.   The Central Vancouver Public Library, out in the open in the silent study area, is an entirely different space with entirely different implications.

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Being called these things, and receiving these comments, greatly invalidated my sense of violation.  I even began to think I did something wrong by bringing this to the attention of the security guard.  Why should I feel wrong?  Tell me, when did it become ok to masturbate next to strangers in a public library?  If I knew he was doing it, and everyone around knew, and we were all consenting, then go for it Mister, have at’r, wank away!  But this was not the case. This felt like a violation.  This felt exploitative, like I was or she was or we were the unknowing bystanders to his sexual gratification.  That is sexual abuse, plain and simple and his quick departure was quite telling. The assumption that I should ok with this, because I am a gay man, is highly problematic.

Am I a snitch?  Yes.  I suppose by definition I am.  I respect the laws and boundaries placed amongst us in society… they protect us and maintain order and public health.  If I see someone steal, I will alert someone.  If I see someone harassing a barely conscious drunk girl on the street, I will alert someone.  I stand up.  I use my voice.  I use my judgement and make decisions that I feel help strengthen social order. I feel like we have a civil duty to look out for one another, and that includes, in my opinion, what happened tonight.  Silence is the most dangerous thing.  How many people have seen precursors to criminality, but remained tight-lipped?  How many people turn a blind eye to minor abuses that lead to eventual loss off life?  The silence of our friends is worse than the abuses of our strangers.

A friend asked me tonight, “How would you feel if someone reported you to security, even if you had consent from the other guy?”  – Well I would feel pretty fucking embarrassed! Which would subside and then become a great story, surely.  Again, it all comes down to consent and intent.  Would I be jerking off with this guy in the middle of a library with astute students around?  Hells no.

Am I judgmental?  Yes. I use my judgment to determine black from white and right from wrong.  I use my judgement to decide what boundaries should and should not be crossed.  I use my judgment to decide when to leave dangerous situations.  I use my judgement to determine which friends to remove from my Facebook.  Judgement is what helps us navigate the world effectively and within boundaries and limits that feel appropriate to us.  Did I call this man perverse?  Did I call him names?  No.  I recognized that a boundary was crossed, that it had the potential to put people at risk, and I used my voice.

Don’t like it.  Don’t listen.

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Want to get some cruising etiquette: A Beginner’s Guide to Cruising.

 

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Rainbow Blood Donor Clinic

UPDATE: June, 2015

Because of the work I put into the Rainbow Clinic, NetCAD has nominated for an award.  I was selected, and am to represent BC and Yukon at the Honouring Our Lifeblood even in Ottawa!  I feel very honoured :)

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UPDATE: April 27th, 2015

I went back to NetCAD today to do my usual donation, my 13th donation to be exact.  While I was there, I was informed that donors have continued to come in because of seeing the Rainbow Donor Clinic in the media, and that “everyone has been very lovely.”  Several people have since returned for their 2nd donations, which is great to hear.  The community has been engaged.

My Grindr profile continues to say “I donate blood at Canadian Blood Services’ research lab, NetCAD. Ask me more.”  This continues to be polarizing.  As I was sitting in the clinic today, someone was messaging me about the discrimination based on orientation, that CBS must “do some grovelling” and that the community must defend itself.  He goes on to say that my “passivity is the death knell for gay culture.” – As you can see, some people still choose to sit in anger and frustration… others have shifted perspectives, made acknowledgements and started to do what they can while waiting.  You cannot win them all.  Viewing this campaign as “passive” is blatant ignorance.  This, my friends, is “action.”

Coincidentally, as I was waiting to donate at the clinic, a Thank You letter arrived for me.  No need to mail it to me, I was right there! Perfect timing.  This letter comes from the CEO of Canadian Blood Services, Graham Sher, and the Chief Medical & Scientific Officer, Dana Divine.  This is what it says:

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To me, this Donor Clinic was, and continues to be, a success.  I am super grateful for the support and the response.  If you have not yet done so, book an appointment to donate at NetCAD.  It all starts with research and development.

Thanks.

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Original Post:

Why a Rainbow Blood Donor Clinic?  The common question that people keep asking me.  I hope that here I will be able to clarify my reasons and articulate my intent.  Each journalist I have spoken with has reduced my story to a meagre selection of quotes, scattering them amongst his or her article or broadcast.  I do not think anyone has heard, thoroughly, what it is that has driven me to initiate yesterday’s event.  Here we go:

  1. I got tired of hearing “I cannot donate blood because I am gay.” –  Ok, so this is a blatant misunderstanding.  Not once does Canadian Blood Services (CBS) say, “We will not take blood from anyone who identifies as gay.”  One’s identity is very different from his or her activities or behaviours.  You are not deferred from giving blood because you are gay, you are deferred because you are, probably, a man who has had sex with another man (MSM) in the last 5 years.  This, to me, is an important distinction. Conflating identity and deferral is misleading.  A man who identifies as “straight,” and who has sex with another man at least once in the last 5 years, would also be deferred.  In fact, currently there are men who identify as “gay” and are currently contributing to the blood pool that is used for transfusion.  Bottom line, gay men ARE able to donate blood, however, they may be deferred for a number of reasons based on the level of risk within their life.
  2. I wanted to create a space for dialogue, fact-finding and the clarification of misunderstandings. – It is time to change the dialogue.  There are many upset people in the gay community and whenever this conversation rises it is clear to me that resentment and anger are major players.  I have held onto that anger myself, for many years – I get it.  I also hear A LOT of questions, often weighted in passion and emotion, about the MSM policy, why it isn’t changing, why heterosexual anal sex isn’t grounds for deferral, why it isn’t based on science, why monogamous gay couples are ineligible, and on and on. This event provided a unique opportunity to be in the company of blood scientists, members of the blood recipient groups, CBS staff from Ottawa and Vancouver and other LGBTQ community members.  It allowed a space to directly ask these important questions to the men and women with the answers.  If you had a problem or a complaint… you had the chance to bring it forward.  Stewing in it, and perpetuating anger and misunderstandings, it not at all helpful.
  3. I thought that men who are deferred should learn about other ways that they can save lives, in the meantime. – It is my belief that the conversation around the MSM policy controversy has reached saturation.  This is a global conversation, and an international concern.  Health Canada and CBS are more than aware of the need to reevaluate the policy, and CBS is in the process of compiling data since the 2013 Policy Change, when we moved from a lifetime deferral to a 5 year abstinence restriction. So, until we go back to the drawing board, what can we do today? How can we be helpful today, while waiting for tomorrow’s possibilities? This is a driving force that brings me to NetCAD to donate.  Donations that are given at NetCAD are used for research and development and this has the potential to save millions of lives through some advancement in blood science.  You never know.  Also, MSM men are still able to participate in CBS’s OneMatch program, in fact, yesterday I provided my DNA to CBS and am now a potential stem cell donor for someone who may need it.  DNA matches are not as easy to come by as one’s type of blood, and it is important to continue growing the DNA donor bank.
  4. I wanted to show Health Canada and CBS that we, the gay, MSM community, are healthy and interested in giving back to our communities by making blood donations. –  I wanted to make it clear that we are here, ready and willing.  I feel that it is important to emphasize our utility.
  5. I wanted to tackle an old issue in a new way, and, in the long run, affecting changes in the Policy. – I am not fond of the current MSM policy, and trust me when I say I have my complaints; I feel that the whole approach to screening and deferrals should be adjusted.  I, along with many of the deferred men, want this policy out the window.  While I understand the policy, its history, its necessity and its gravity for recipients, it is very clear to me that it is insufficient.  Learning about science and research projects, talking with others, and doing whatever else I have said thus far is not targeting the MSM Policy directly, but it is making people talk, it is showing our interest and it is beginning to rebuild the tattered relationship that exists between CBS and many gay men, and this, readers, may alter or impact policy at a national level.    

Why Me?  My story is like many.  I went to donate, I didn’t pass the questionnaire, and I was asked to leave.  I was not given any supportive information or provided other options; it was a feeling of shame and rejection. That was 12 years ago.  Since then I have written articles, participated in focus groups in Ottawa prior to the policy change and have deeply researched this policy within Canada but also in an international context.  This Rainbow Clinic is another stop on my journey towards donating blood for transfusion.

My involvement will not end here.  In discussions with many CBS staff yesterday, it became clear to me that I am now part of the history of the MSM Policy and will probably be part of the future of the MSM Policy. Changes do not happen over night, especially on a national level, when lives are at stake.

Responsibility must be taken by the MSM community. Something that I have begun to acknowledge is that over 50% of new HIV cases are within the gay community.  This is a very disproportionate number… Check out this article by Tristin Hopper for more details.  Someone once said to me, “You can’t bitch about that which you allow to happen,” and I believe that it holds true in this case.  Of course, I do not blame the community for the health disaster of the 80s; the history is beside the point.  I am talking about today and moving forward. The gay community must take steps to mitigate the high incidence of HIV.  What is being done on OUR side of the fence to ensure that HIV doesn’t spread further?  I believe that we, as a community in a high risk group, have a duty to ensure, as best we can, that our blood remains free from viruses.  We cannot complain about the policy but disregard the reason why.

How did the Rainbow Clinic turn out?  The day was a huge success!!  NetCAD hit record numbers of donations.  We had some people come with the sole intent to voice opinions and to ask questions, which is awesome! Others came in to learn and to show support or learn their blood types… donating isn’t for everyone, of course.  The whole day was busy and we had many engagements with CBS staff and NetCAD researchers.  People were walking in off the street to donate as well, and we had quite a line up at one point.  The food provided was delicious and, overall, it was a pleasure to spend the day at the clinic.  Surely many of us have a tender arm, but it is worth it!

It has been an incredible journey.  It is amazing to me that out of my fleeting idea, all of this has unfolded.  What if I never sent that original email to NetCAD proposing this collaboration? Let me tell you, I am so glad that I did. Being an active participant in something so unique and momentous will forever remain part of me.  I encourage you to take a stab at your fleeting thoughts, go for them, propose them… you never know how they will be received or where they may go.

I have to say, that Canadian Blood Services has been tremendously supportive of this venture.  Engaging the LGBTQ community was as important to them as it was to me; our interests aligned and we ended up organizing this incredible event.  Perspectives were changed, opinions were changed, information has been gained, and more netCAD donors have been gained.  This is great stuff!

Am I part of the problem?? Really!? I am surprised by some of the comments and opinions that have been thrust my way since this started rolling out.  Members of the gay community have been messaging me with some rather bold comments, suggesting that I am part of the problem and perpetuating homophobia and discrimination.  I imagine that this looks like I am “in bed with the enemy” because many folks are not fans of CBS.  The fact of the matter is, at least I am engaging and trying to do something.  Some people simply want to be angry or stir the pot; they get a sick kick from hoarding resentments.  To those people: “Carry on, for it will have no impact on me.  I know where my intent is, where my heart is, and where my courage is.”

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Here is a list of Media links, in the order in which they hit the public… This Rainbow Blood Clinic has blown the lid off of Canadian media.

January 19th – Vancouver Xtra. “Deferred from giving blood, gay men urged to donate to research” 

January 23rd – Yahoo News. “Vancouver clinic offers sexually active gay men a way to join the blood donor system”

January 27th – 24Hrs Vancouver. “Vancouver clinic encourages gay men to donate blood”

February 2nd – The Globe and Mail. “Vancouver clinic looks to recruit sexually active gay men for blood donations”

February 2nd – Global News. “Rainbow clinic encourages gay men to give blood”

February 3rd – ICI Radio-Canada. “Vancouver: la Societe canadienne du sang accepte les dons d’hommes gais aux fins de recherche”

February 3rd – Straight.com. “Gay men can donate blood for research at Rainbow Clinic”

February 3rd – CBC News BC. “Canadian Blood Services sets up ‘rainbow clinic’ to take donations from gay men”

February 3rd – CBC Radio. “Canadian Blood Services appeals to gay men”

February 3rd – Drex Live. “Soundcloud Clip: Drex Live Tuesday Feb 3 Hour 1 – 26 mins in”

February 4th – CBC Radio. “A 180 on blood donation policy”

February 4th – Huffington Post. “Canadian Blood Services sets up ‘rainbow clinic’ to take donations from gay men”

February 4th – CBC News. “CBC News Vancouver at 6 – 27minutes in”

February 8th – CBC Radio’s “The 180” – “A 180 on blood donation policy” 

April 7th – Outlook TV – “Outlook Channel on Youtube – 12 minutes in”

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#LoveYourselfie

I have a confession to make.  I take selfies… a lot of them.  #selfieaddict

It is wild how much flack I get for doing it… be it a fun and casual flacking or heavily weighted in judgment and opinion.  There is this presumption that, just because I selfie like there is no tomorrow, I am narcissistic, insecure, and on the hunt for “like”-based increases in self esteem.  Are these presumptions really the only possibility around why people take selfies??  #really?

Feeling attractive is new to me.  I grew up feeling ugly, awkward, and unlikable; I certainly wasn’t beautiful or cool, whatever “cool” was at that time.   Today, after a lot of self-care, fitness, and weightlifting I have come to find some confidence, and I fucking love it.  I like that I can now look at myself in the mirror, or in the front-facing camera of my iphone, and like what I see.  I do not poison myself, hate myself or call myself ugly anymore, nor do I wish that I were something or someone I am not.  Today, I am who I am, I look how I look. I own it.  I have come to love myself, and not in an overbearing I-cant-love-anyone-else kind of way… No.  I love myself in a way that helps me move through my day with a jovial grace; a way that elicits comfort in conversation; a way that encourages me to continue caring for my body and treating it with kindness.  #selfcare

Am I insecure because I take selfies?  Or are you insecure because you can’t, don’t or won’t? #perspective

Do “likes” and Followers excite me?  Yes, they do.  I love that little orange notification bubble. It proves contact, an interaction with a fellow human being who is going about her or his day within the social media interspace. It tells me that this someone, somewhere else, has connected to me, if even just momentarily through a string of kilobytes, and finds something about me likeable.  Is my self-esteem contingent on these “likes” and Followers??  No, but they certainly help.  #like

Self expression has been part of human culture for millennia.  Whether we tattoo our flesh, insert shards of bone into our ears, or weave a feather into our hair, we are taking advantage of the gift of expression.  I feel privileged that I have the freedom to do so. Today’s selfie is simply another platform of expression and an unexpecting tool of self-discovery.  #individuality

For me, as someone who used to hate himself, being able to post a picture of me, taken by me, and just how I like it, is an incredible feat.  It is telling of my growth as an individual and it is telling of my growing confidence.  It certainly isn’t symbolic of some insecure feature of my personality that needs your judgment and pity. #thatsforsure

In a recent Body Image Study, it was revealed that 65 percent of selfie takers said seeing their selfies on social media actually boosts their confidence  (Dahl, Today Health, 2014).  In my opinion, this is great! We need more confidence in this world, today more than ever. I like the thought that people’s confidence is being boosted by the creativity of her or his own hand.  Power to you.  #selfieconfidence

Instead of judging people who take selfies perhaps it is time to take a look at the reasons why you aren’t taking them.  With all do respect, I think that it is time to #loveyourselfie

It is almost #selfietime, so… unapologetically, I leave you with my thoughts.

See you seeing me seeing you soon…

Chad Walters… #selfieaddict

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PRIDE… a perspective

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I am feeling impulsed to write.  I have been triggered a few times over some weeks, so now its time to take the shot. Thank god for blogs…  I can spit out my thoughts and have the eyes of curious other’s read them.  My inner voice can be experienced in and through the reader.

Pride week has ended… and I am incredibly happy to have experienced it.  I am happy because this past Sunday 650,000 people can into the downtown core of Vancouver. They came to a Gay Pride Parade and Celebrations that has been happening annually for 65 years…  They came to Celebrate.  They came to Celebrate Diversity, Liberty, Happiness, Life, etc.  Pride has become so much more than a brave Expression of Gay Rights. It is a way for us to recognize the differences among us and to Celebrate them.  What a Gift.  I do not know of another day where there is so much Joy, Christmas included.

650,000 people!  I am curious to know the stats here.  What were the arrests? At what rate did people fight? Were there many tears, beyond the tears of Joy?  This past Sunday, I rode a float through the thousands of people, and my heart was filled to the brim with Joy and Happiness.  People were there to support, express, and just have Fun!  The sun was out.  The smiles were on.

I am a gay man, and I am Proud of it.  I have come through my own inner turmoil and have grasped the very essence of who I am and I hold that essence, chin up, with Pride.  I am gay, and I fucking love it.  I am incredibly moved by the contrasting experiences of my compatriots living in Russia, Ecuador, Nigeria, etc.  Any gay person who tells me that they “don’t do Pride” or who scoff at the occasion need a swift kick in the rump. Show some Respect.  Take a look through the lens of a different perspective… there is another way to view this colourful day.

A friend voiced his distaste for Pride to me tonight and it clearly highlighted this intense feeling of frustration and sadness inside me. I learned that it is the negative attributes of Pride that cause this friend to feel this negative way.  It is in the chaos, the drugs, and the sex-driven shenanigans that this particular person finds distaste.  Fair.  That shit makes anything distasteful.  Same can be said for Halloween, New Years, and any other major party night. The darkness always shows its ugly face.

Darkness aside… this colourful day should bloody well be Respected.  And yes, I said, “should.” I grew up in a country where I was allowed to be gay, even though my upbringing and socialization told me otherwise. I can only imagine the incessant difficulty involved with living as a homosexual in any of the countries that incriminate and even kill for it. We have Rights, and most of them come from our forefathers taking marches down the streets asking for them.  Today, we carry the Tradition, with incredible Strength, with 650,000 Supporters.  Look how far we have come.

I Celebrated this Pride for the souls around the world who couldn’t even Dream of the Gift that we as Canadians have been given.  I Love who I Love, and they cannot love who they love.  I kiss who I want to kiss… and I do not have to fear a deadly retribution.

My eyes wandered the crowds this weekend, and I saw so much Life. So much Light. I cannot simply sit here and leave this feeling unexpressed.

Everyone is entitled to his or her opinions…naturally, and here is mine: any homosexual who scoffs and undermines this powerful day of LGBTQ Pride needs a perspective adjustment.  If history played out differently,  it could have been you hanged, stoned, humiliated, or imprisoned.  Sure we face hardships as gay men, lesbian women, transgendered people, transexuals, queers, two-spirited individuals, bisexuals, etc… and I feel it is our Duty to stand up together and show the world that we are simply humans wishing to express Love.  It’s not about how we have sex. It’s about being True to ourselves. It’s about Love.

Why a Rainbow?  Well… some say each colour represents a different sexual identity… and although this may be true, I see it differently.  Let me ask you a question.  How do you feel when you look into the sky and see a Rainbow?  The rain is clearing, and the light of the sun is pouring through the clouds.  Rainbows are a prime example of everything that is tiful on this planet… and these Celebrations are the same.  Few, if any, people look into the sky and say “Ewww, that rainbow is ugly… it makes me sick…”  No, it is awesome.  It inspires awe.  So can we.

No shut up and show a little respect for our brother and sisters who are suffering

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Game of BC Thrones

BC Politics right now…  wow.  I’d rather watch Game of Thrones.

Did you watch the BC Elections Debate the other night?  Was anybody else as uncomfortable as I was?

I went into the hour and a half with my opinions of these leaders, based on their platforms and what I am subjected to ad nauseum in the media, and since watching these 4 people “debate” on TV, my opinions have grown and I feel even more confused.

I dont think much can be said for Mr Cummins… I mean, Let’s face it, he was simply an old, stumbly, mud-slinging politician who, in my guess, reached the old, stumbly, mud-slingin population of die-hard conservatives who are eager to rape our lands and teeter over the edge of the right wing.  Why not seat a younger, more hipster Conservative leader who may, just may, reach some of our younger population.  Would that even help?

Now, let’s chat about dear Premier Christy Clarke.  Holy sh*t is that Liberal woman ever well-spoken!  Maybe a little too well-spoken.  She reminded me of an Austin Powers FemBot… beautiful, well-spoken, and dangerous. I was just waiting for her breasts to transform into machine guns and blow her competition away… all while staring deeply into the camera and our eyes within it, smiling with her beautiful smile.  Was she selling me a cheap diamond ring, or perhaps some gym equipment that I will never use?  It felt like an infomercial gone wrong, like Uncle Sam pointing at me saying “I want YOU! BC.” You, You You… its all about you BC.  And while she speaks the truth, that this election should be about the citizens of British Columbia, I somehow don’t trust her.  It must be that oh-so-perfect demeaner.  There simply has to be a devil inside.

Adrian Dix of the NDP… I admit, I heart the NDP platform.. it speaks to me.  But do I really want to trip over his last name every time I say it.  Does that make anyone else feel awkward.  “Who is running your province?”… “Dix.”   He sounded rehearsed, naturally… but that jilted and skippy presentation led me to doubt whether or not he has it in him to be the voice of BC.  The voice of BC needs to speak clearly, with intention, and without that nervous shake.  Like the FemBot, perhaps, but with a touch of human nature. I found myself yelling at the screen for this guy to “ANSWER THE QUESTION!!” or “JUST LET THE WOMAN TALK!!”  It felt like I was watching siblings scrap over who really broke the lamp.  All of my faith in Dix (awkward) was shaken in one single moment.  Clarke and Dix were yammering on about something, over-talkin’ the other, and Dix sarcastically, and childishly, laugh/scoffed at Clarke.  What the F was that Adrian?  Hold you composer dammit!  It was a single second, but it showed me a side of him that made me question his character enough to lean… uh… in some other direction.

Then, sitting patiently and quietly to the right, was Jane Sterk… the lovely leader of the always so far away Green Party.  If I were judging these 4 politicians by their presentation (which I am) I would have to admit that I was far greater attracted to Sterk.  She felt honest, aware, educated, and hopeful of a better and healthier Canada, plus she looked awesome in that royal Purple top she donned.  DAYUM!!  She made good points.  She spoke well, she didnt scoff, she didnt fight… but did she do enough?  Well, she did “Favorite” my Tweet about her awesome purple shirt… I suppose she gets some brownie points there.

Anywho… through my judgements of these 4 people’s demeanour, I am now further away from a decision as to who I am going to vote for.  I wish I had not even watched it.  It felt like an “I will, she wont, I didn’t, she did, He failed, She failed, I admit failure, She may fail, I am going to, He will Not” mess of madness.  How can we ever know what they are going to do? Winning someone over is the easy part (maybe) but keeping people is where the struggle really begins.

Clearly, having the choice of these 4 people is better than being ruled by some vindictive king with tiny lips like King Geoffrey in the Game of Thrones (Gawd, I hate him).  Clearly this cramped choice is better than a dictatorship.  A choice of 4 is better than no choice at all.  Democracy is about the voice of the people, but I don’t know if I want any of those 4 people being my voice.

I want to know, in all truth, what these people will do for our country.  i do not want to know what has or hasn’t been done in the past, or what the other person did that shamed his or her name.  Stop telling me what they didn’t do, and tell me what you are going to do… and how.  Otherwise, I somehow get lost in the political battlefield and curl up in a fetal position and wish for another episode of that dramatic Game of Thrones… cause, let’s face it… gay sex, dragons, magic, zombies, war, heroes and villains are far more interesting.  At least when Khaleesi or Rob Stark talk, i don’t question them.

How is it that I trust this TV series more than I trust our politics.  There must  be an issue here.  Perhaps Dix and Cummins should joust (and, no, that isn’t some sexual expression).

 

To the ballot box I go… if only I could send a raven in my stead.

 

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I was Bullied, But now i’m Stronger…

VIDEO: I was Bullied, But now i’m Stronger…

I have been bullied, and I know what it is like to suffer simply because of being gay. It is not easy. Being born gay makes you carry a heavier load of oppression and difficulty. I want to put my hand out into the world and allow others to grasp it. I felt as if there was no one to talk to, and I can only assume that you may feel the same, dear reader. I wish I had someone to speak with, to email, to confide in, someone who didnt know who I was, someone that could just hear me without me having to disclose my identity. I wish I had someone who understood. It’s not an easy burden to bear, but perhaps I can make it easier.

On a side note…

What does “Bullying” mean to you?

The topic of bullying is hot and heavy in the media right now… it seems there is always somebody talking about it.  Are we talking about it too much? I know that I am not in a position to judge other’s experiences as they relate to being Bullied, but i’m going to do it anyway.  Oh how often I here this, “Oh ya? I’ve been bullied too.” Has everybody been bullied?  Perhaps to some degree.  But therein lies the issue.  If this word “BULLYING” gets used in every instance of aggression, frustration, or irritation directed at another person,  what effect is that having on the people who are out there being harassed every day, being physically abused, having property graffitied, getting a constant input of demeaning and astoundingly powerful words, and whatever other form exists of the “phenomena,” so to speak. Maybe someone, some day, is being a jerk or a bitch. Does that make them a Bully? Sometimes people can be mean, if only for a one-off.  People become mean in some moments… but a mean remark is different than the intended and constant harassment from the same individuals, for days, months, years.  If someone called you a name once, in my opinion you were not Bullied.  Teased? Picked on? Mocked? I find these words are certainly in the same family, cousins perhaps.  But the B word, in the way that I know it in my heart and memory, is heavier.

As I reflect on my experience, in the moments of hearing a cheery tween mention her Bullying experience, I, for some reason, doubt that she understands the full weight of that word. Do I have a case of “nobody had it as bad as I”? Maybe, slightly, but I am aware of the falsity there. But whatever the case may be, this word, this infamous word, is becoming lighter and lighter. And there is danger there.

As with everything, there are extremes, and, naturally, everyone has different tolerance levels and coping abilities.  A single name-calling experience to him may hurt more than the daily name-calling to her. We are all different people.  We have different sensitivities.

What I mean to say, is that there is a fine line between taking a stand against something, and allowing that stand to become a fad.  In a day and age when “likes” and “follows” mean more than love and respect, being “Bullied” becomes an attractive lure. I see the irony here, in that I am posting a video about my Bullying experience, a video that has a “like” option.  But, to be clear, I am not here to collect “likes,” or to get a sliver of your pity, or sympathy, I am here to shed light, reach out, raise questions, and probe for e-opinions. If you “like” the video on the way, well that will naturally fluff my online ego, which is certainly a whole Blog entry of its own.  The psychology of “likes” and “follows”… surely there is a thesis paper there.

These are my current thoughts.

Yes, I capitalize Bullying. It’s that powerful. And I fear it is being diluted.