Shit…

I realize I haven’t been on much, life is busy. However, last night’s election has definitely made things more anxiety filled. I have a post on Accidentally gay I wrote about. I am going to crosspost it here.

I am sure this is only the first of many posts dealing with the results of the elections this year (2016). I had several articles/posts ready to be worked on but after last night I figured I should get my initial thoughts and feelings out for posterity.

Yep, its like that.
Yep, its like that.

I am not too surprised at what happened. Of course I am hurt that a sexist, racist, homophobic and xenophobic person was elected, but not surprised. I have spent a lot of time traveling over the last two years to the southern states and it was there I saw this in action the most, but I have seen it locally as well.

Don’t get me wrong, there was more than just the sexism, racism, bigotry and homophobia that was the cause for his election as president. People are angry, they want real change. Sadly I don’t think they are going to get the change they really want from a rich guy who has been bankrupt four times. People are reaching to make something great, when it was never great in that way.

After I watched the election results roll in, I felt like I was punched in the gut though, not because of all the slew of liberal/progressive issues I am in favor of, but for the safety of Wolsey. The first thing I thought about was his safety.

We fortunately live in a very very blue area, but this election has not only shown we haven’t progressed as a society as far as I had hoped, but there will be those that will take this as a sign to attack verbally, physically, legally anyone that doesn’t believe like they do.

I am suspecting there will be an increase in attacks on the LGBTQA community, even in my blue area. I don’t worry about myself. I am a big guy, most people leave me alone anyways, and even if they don’t it isn’t much of a worry. I worry a lot about my husband though. Not that he isn’t tough, but he is the person I love most in this world. I don’t want to see him in pain. This includes emotional pain from the hatred that this election is spewing forth towards everyone, especially transgender individuals.

I suspect I will be writing a lot, which is a good thing for me anyways, but I wish it was for other reasons.

I guess we get to live in “interesting times”. Personally I would rather live in boring, safe and happy times.

White Male Privilege

I know that I haven’t updated much and it drives me nuts. But for over a year now I wanted to start a blog about my learning about racism/sexism/all the isms that don’t have to do with the white male privilege that I am the recipient of.

I plan to do some blogging on my learning experiences with people/groups that are not benefiting from the white male privilege I have. It originally was purely about feminism, but I realized there is so much more.

It’s not going to be a huge thing, I just wanted to document what I learn, my views on certain subjects, and maybe get to know myself better in that context here: http://manlearninglife.wordpress.com/

Call Me Maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen (Chatroulette Version)

I noticed a few cool things about this video.
1. The vast majority of people responded with a smile, danced or sang back. This is such a huge difference then when I was in my early 20’s (back in early ’90s). It is cool to see attitudes shifting and people being able to respond warmly.
2. The women almost exclusively danced back, not unexpected, but cool to see.
3. There were only a few freaked out faces.
4. Just a revisiting of number 1. I was surprised at how many younger males, especially very masculine looking males responded positively, sung back at Steve, danced with him or just gave him a big smile.
It gives me hope we are moving away as a culture from bigotry and hatred of people that don’t look normal. A few outliers are still trying to keep us homophobic, but that will hopefully die off with them 🙂
Oh, and the song is pretty catchy. I hadn’t heard it before (yes I am old and out of touch).