Link Salad!
Ah, the marvelous Interwebs, where I can turn in time of need. No matter how black the mood, the sweet sweet Internet always has something cool for me.
And so, link salad!
* Black Hole Attacks Galaxy, Film at 11! The geek in me just LOVES this to DEATH. Especially the description of what would happen should a jet of radiation from a supermassive black hole hit Earth. That there is what’s called a plot bunny, in my biz.
* Rivaling this in Sooper Awesomeness is author Suzanne Brockman, who says in an interview that she always knew her son was gay.
Jason came out to me when he was fifteen. He and I had long had a habit of talking together for few minutes, when he went to bed.
He’d been doing some dating — going out with girls — and Ed and I just kind of sat back and waited. I remember thinking, “Is it possible he doesn’t know?” And, “Gee, maybe we were wrong…”
But I remember so clearly that one evening. Jason took a deep breath and said, “Mom, I think I’m gay.”
And my heart swelled with love and pride (and relief!) because it takes such courage to say that in our society, even to your mom. But I kept things light. “I know. I love you. I’ll always love you. Where did you put your dirty socks…?”
“You knew?!?” He was actually surprised — and so relieved.
Even Jason — growing up in a home with parents who had spoken openly about their support for gay rights and for their gay friends — was a little afraid of what would happen when he came out.
You see, he had friends who were kicked out of their houses by their parents, because they were gay. It makes me heartsick to think of such a thing. And yet it happens. Too often.
You bet your sweet bippy I never told my parents about my experimentation in high school or my genderbending afterward, for just that reason. Identifying oneself as queer or bi can be dangerous at ANY age. There are still places in America–in AMERICA, for Chrissake–where you can be physically harmed because of any perception of homosexuality.
It makes me sad. But Ms. Brockman’s total awesomeness makes me happy. If there’s hope, it lies there–in: “Mum, I think I’m gay.” “I know, I love you. Where are those dirty socks?”
* There’s a Craigslist post floating around the ‘Net purporting to be from a “nice guy” telling women where all the nice guys went. But you don’t have to read such tripe, because Mightygodking has done it for you and brought back a line-by-line report. (Note: contains adult language and may make you bust a gut laughing. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.) Link courtesy of Smart Bitches, and may I just remark that I too know the dating law that states, “When a man goes out of his way to declare he’s a nice guy…he isn’t.” Oh, and Mightygodking? Go on clefting gerunds, baby. That’s hawt.
* And also from Smart Bitches, where I always seem to turn in time of great Internet need, an examination of women, sexism and romance (that mentions Joss Whedon), and the reaction I share about Jamie Spears’ pregnancy being top news. WTF, people?
What happened to actual news being news? *sigh*
Last but not least, the Princess asked me yesterday, “Mum?”
*me, tapping away at a scene of death and destruction* “Huhwhat?”
“How come I have all this Christmas spirit and you don’t?”
“Because it skipped me and you got double, sweetheart. Genetics.” Because I hate seeing the way people treat their kids in malls around Christmastime. Because my mother always broke down around Christmas. Because people think acting “nice” for one bloody day excuses them being total rude jerkwads the other 364 of the year. Because–
Wide blue eyes. “Oh. Would you like some?”
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.“If it comes in the form of a hug, sure.”
“Okay. Can we back sugar cookies?”
Aha! Now we have it.“Very deft of you, my darling.”
Again, big innocent eyes. “What?”
“Never mind. Sugar cookies maybe, hugs definitely.” Closing laptop. “C’mere. I need my hug.”
Kids are cool.
Happy Thursday, everyone. And to all a good night.
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