Just had to share this ...
Apr. 25th, 2004 02:30 pm... because it's a disgusting thing to do. (What's being proposed, not what
crimsonspin's very cool daughter and her friends are going to do.)
crimsonspin wrote: So, at my daughter's high school, there's all this talk that on April 29th -- (National Gay Day, fyi) -- kids should wear black or white to show their opposition to homosexuality.
My quite straight daughter and her friends, however, are wearing all the rainbow ribbons and shirts etc. they can to show their support for National Gay Day--the right of individuality.
Things like this and that stupid Minnesota almost-law where doctors can go "Sorry, I don't treat gay people" or "Sorry, I don't treat [insert religion here]" just piss me right the fuck off. What the hell is wrong with people? Is being accepting and respectful really that fucking difficult? *seethes*
And on a personal note, that Minnesota almost-law scares me a little. I mean, I have a goddamn pentacle tattooed on my shoulder. It's really nice to know that if it passes and I ever get brought into an emergency room there unconscious for some reason, and while I'm out of it, some belligerent doctor gets the wrong idea when he sees it and says, "I'm not treating her, she's a Satanist," that'll be okay.
Well, if anybody's looking for where Hippocrates is buried, look for the epicenter of the next earthquake, dig six feet down, and make sure not to touch the rotisserie you find in the hole. Jesus.
EDIT: Ooops, that should be Michigan. And I guess that doesn't count for emergency care, but it shouldn't count for any care, damn it.
My quite straight daughter and her friends, however, are wearing all the rainbow ribbons and shirts etc. they can to show their support for National Gay Day--the right of individuality.
Things like this and that stupid Minnesota almost-law where doctors can go "Sorry, I don't treat gay people" or "Sorry, I don't treat [insert religion here]" just piss me right the fuck off. What the hell is wrong with people? Is being accepting and respectful really that fucking difficult? *seethes*
And on a personal note, that Minnesota almost-law scares me a little. I mean, I have a goddamn pentacle tattooed on my shoulder. It's really nice to know that if it passes and I ever get brought into an emergency room there unconscious for some reason, and while I'm out of it, some belligerent doctor gets the wrong idea when he sees it and says, "I'm not treating her, she's a Satanist," that'll be okay.
Well, if anybody's looking for where Hippocrates is buried, look for the epicenter of the next earthquake, dig six feet down, and make sure not to touch the rotisserie you find in the hole. Jesus.
EDIT: Ooops, that should be Michigan. And I guess that doesn't count for emergency care, but it shouldn't count for any care, damn it.
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Date: 2004-04-25 12:04 pm (UTC)I do find myself wondering, though, about medical professionals. Do they actually feel enough bound by their oaths and their familiarity with the fact that inside, all human bodies are the same not to be asswipes about it? I certainly hope most of them do. Most of the ones I know do, but then again they don't live in Michigan.
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Date: 2004-04-25 12:05 pm (UTC)This guy's a doctor.
Date: 2004-04-25 12:17 pm (UTC)There was the knife and the broken syringe
then the needle in my hand, the Tru-Cut
followed by the night-blue suture.
The wall behind registration listed a man
with his face open. Through the glass doors,
I saw the sky going blue to black as it had
24 hours earlier when I last stood there gazing off
into space, into the nothingness of that town.
Bat to the head. Knife to the face. They tore
down the boy in an alleyway, the broken syringe
skittering across the sidewalk. No concussion.
But the face torn open, the blood congealed
and crusted along his cheek. Stitch up the faggot
in bed 6 is all the ER doctor had said.
Queasy from the lack of sleep, I steadied
my hands as best I could after cleaning up
the dried blood. There was the needle
and the night-blue suture trailing behind it.
There was the flesh torn and the skin open.
I sat there and threw stitch after stitch
trying to put him back together again.
When the tears ran down his face,
I prayed it was a result of my work
and not the work of the men in the alley.
Even though I knew there were others to be seen,
I sat there and slowly threw each stitch.
There were always others to be seen. There was
always the bat and the knife. I said nothing,
and the tears kept welling in his eyes.
And even though I was told to be "quick and dirty,"
told to spend less than 20 minutes, I sat there
for over an hour closing the wound so that each edge
met its opposing match. I wanted him
to be beautiful again. Stitch up the faggot in bed 6.
Each suture thrown reminded me I would never be safe
in that town. There would always be the bat
and the knife, always a fool willing to tear me open
to see the dirty faggot inside. And when they
came in drunk or high with their own wounds,
when they bragged about their scuffles with the knife
and that other world of men, I sat there and sutured.
I sat there like an old woman and sewed them up.
Stitch after stitch, the slender exactness of my fingers
attempted perfection. I sat there and sewed them up.
-- C. Dale Young
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Date: 2004-04-25 07:32 pm (UTC)I'm going to look like one huge fucking rainbow that day.
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Date: 2004-04-26 04:32 am (UTC)Crap.
I was jesting somewhat, but DEAR LORD, what's their PROBLEM?
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