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The Evangelicals Have Blood On Their Hands

The evangelicals also have blood on their hands by fostering violence against LGBT people. Let me explain how they are doing this.

Suppose that one of the Hebrew myths recounted in GENESIS included a story about Lot’s twin brother, Lotto, who made a pit stop on his journeys in the town of TwinGomorrah. The residents of TwinGomorrah have the peculiarity that they are all left-handed. Obviously unrelated to this peculiarity, they violate the same norms requiring hospitality for the strangers in one’s midst that the denizens of Gomorrah commit against Lot and his family. This norm was so important to the ancients that strangers were regarded as being under the protection of the gods. Naturally, the citizens of TwinGomorrah committed various violations of the stringent norm of hospitality against Lotto and his family using their left hands. (I will leave the specifics to the reader’s imagination.) Outraged by the violation of the norm, God destroys the city of TwinGomorrah.

Already bearing culturally-spawned prejudice against left-handed people, and needing a scapegoat to draw away their own sins (do you know what sorts of things right-handed people DO? Eww yuck), and perhaps not being the sharpest tools in the woodshed at least where scholarly labor is concerned (as one writer put it ‘The main scandal of the evangelical mind is that there is not much of an evangelical mind’), evangelicals start claiming the story of TwinGomorrah shows that God regards being left-handed as a sin. God hates left-handedness. Left-handedness is an abomination.

Of course, the evangelicals (and right-wing Catholics) realize they have to say something to the effect of ‘God doesn’t hate the left-handed person; what he hates are the actions performed by the left-handed person using their left hand.’ Now this is of course silly in a way that is too obvious to need elucidation. But for the moment let’s allow this to stand. God doesn’t hate left-handed people; he hates actions performed with the left hand.

The point that I want to emphasize is that this is a point that requires a certain level of sophistication to “understand.” (Of course, certain stupidities require a certain level of sophistication of embrace, but let’s leave that to the side for the moment.) Most people will not be able to grasp this wonderfully subtle distinction (irony fully intended). By constantly preaching that left-handed actions are “sinful”, they will naturally be fostering violence against left-handed people, just as the idea spawned by the Gospel of St. John that the Jews are murderers of God fostered violence against Jews.

UPHOLDERS OF THIS FINE WONDERFUL DISTINCTION NEED TO BE CONSTANTLY REMINDING THEIR BENIGHTED FLOCKS THAT VIOLENCE AGAINST AND VIOLATIONS OF THE RIGHTS OF LEFT-HANDED PEOPLE ARE STRENG VERBOTEN. In fact, they need to be marching in Left-Handed Pride parades to help protect the rights of Left-Handed people, rights the frequent violation of which their hateful preaching has motivated. Otherwise they will be guilty of fostering violence against left-handed people. Nothing else will absolve them from this guilt.

The evangelicals do not do this, for course. Therefore they are guilty of fostering violence against left-handed people. Just as they have blood on their hands regarding the Kurds, they have blood on their hands regarding left-handed people.

Generally, the evangelicals seem too dim to realize that their preaching morally requires them to actively defend the rights of left-handed people. (Again, the scandal of the evangelical mind is that there is not much of an evangelical mind.)

Evangelical Janet or evangelical Mel might examine their own consciences and find themselves to be Oh So Pure, but they are missing the point rather drastically. They are in the position of Mrs. Turpin in the Catholic writer Flannery O’Connor’s short story REVELATION, in which the college student in the doctor’s office, suddenly and out of the blue, denounces Mrs. Turpin as being grossly hideous. The college student is obviously unbalanced mentally and is led away. But later Mrs. Turpin has a vision which leads the reader, and perhaps even Mrs. Turpin herself, to realize that just maybe the college student had a point, all of Mrs. Turpin’s feelings of moral self-purity and social superiority notwithstanding.

The evangelicals are guilty of fostering violence against left-handed people and have blood on their hands not so much because of what they do, but because of what they do not do. This makes it easier for them to wallow in the illusion that they are free of guilt.

.Of course, they do have to expend some energy in protecting this illusion, just as a bacterium has to expend some energy to expel the antibiotic molecule out through its membrane. Absurdly, they will attempt to deny that naitsirhC preachers in the United States, ignoring the fine distinction outlined above, preach death for left-handed people (the video of one doing just that ‘is more likely to be a plant’ said one evangelical in a moment of jaw-dropping stupidity). Likewise, they will attempt to deny that naitsirhC preachers in Africa foment violence against left-handed people on that continent, having lost the cultural war in North America.

But their attempt to deal with their obvious cognitive dissonance is an abject failure. The blood on their hands remains.

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Evolution And Being Gay

Based on identical twin studies, being gay seems to be about 50% genetic.  Gay genes get passed on from generation to generation.  But the persistence of these genes poses something of a problem for obvious reasons.  One would expect these genes to be selected against, since (it would seem) they make reproduction less likely.

What follows is my rendition of one evolutionary theory that attempts to explain how gay genes could have a selective advantage in a population.  This rendition is a bit humorous, of course, but it may not be too far off from the gist of the theory.

There are a bunch of genes that make it more likely that your brain will develop in a more feminine direction.  If you have any one of these genes, or just some of them, you will not be likely to be gay.  If you have enough of them, you are considerably more likely to be gay, though the chances still aren’t 100 percent.  Let’s step through the possible cases.

Case 1:  You have no gay genes at all.  Your brain has developed in a completely masculine direction.  You are a completely hairy gorilla, and you pee in the sink.  Women say ‘Ew, yuck,’ and avoid you at all costs.

Case 2:  You have just a few gay genes.  Your brain has developed in a slightly more feminine direction.  You are slightly less hairy, and  you usually remove the dishes before you pee in the sink.  Women still say ‘Ew, yuck,’  but they also say, ‘Well, given that I am stuck on a desert island with you and you are the only male available, I guess I will hold my nose and have a kid with you.’

Case 3:  You have more gay genes.  Your brain has developed in still yet more of a feminine direction, with the result that you are reliable, and stick around to support your children.  You pay attention to your partner.  You never pee in the sink.  Women go up to you and say, “Please, I want to have your baby.”

The gay genes get passed down through the generations because of this selective advantage.

Case 4:  You have still more gay genes, and your brain has developed in even more of a feminine direction.  You go up to guys and say, “Please, I want to have your baby.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Nico di Angelo Finally Tells Percy Jackson

Towards the very end of  Rick Riordan’s wonderful THE BLOOD OF OLYMPIANS (book 5 in his consistently wonderful The HEROES OF OLYMPUS series), Nico di Angelo (son of Hades/Pluto) finally reveals his secret in a nicely anti-climactic way to Percy (son of Poseidon/Neptune), after the 7 demi-gods have saved the world.  Nico has grown into a solid, affirmative character by now, so that I can actually emphathize with him.  He has grown out of the limitations of being a child of a very repressive era, the 1940’s (long story).  Now he is a very close second to Leo in the ‘who is my favorite demi-god hero’ contest (Jason Grace coming in third).  Percy’s reaction is pure Percy Jackson, which Percy Jackson-ness Riordan limns with his usual wit, humor and heart:

Nico studied his face — his sea green eyes, his grin, his ruffled black hair.  Somehow Percy Jackson seemed like a regular guy now, not a mythical figure.  Not someone to idolize or crush on.

“So,” Nico said, “since we’re going to be spending at least a year seeing each other at camp, I think I should clear the air.”

Percy’s smile wavered.  “What do you mean?”

“For a long time,” Nico said, “I had a crush on you.  I just wanted you to know.”

Percy looked at Nico.  Than at Annabeth [Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena/Minerva.  She and Percy Jackson, whom she calls ‘Seaweed Brain”, are an item.], as if to check that he’d heard correctly.  Then back at Nico.  “You –“

“Yeah,” Nico said.  “You’re a great person.  But I’m over that.  I’m happy for you guys.”

“You … so you mean — “

“Right.”

Annabeth’s gray eyes started to sparkle.  She gave Nico a sideways smile.

“Wait,” Percy said.  “So you mean — “

“Right,” Nico said again.  But it’s cool.  We’re cool.  I mean, I see now … you’re cute, but you’re not my type.”

“I’m not your type. . . Wait.  So — “

“See you around, Percy,” Nico said.  “Annabeth.”

She raised her hand for a high five.

Nico obliged.  Then he walked back across the green, where Will Solace [who, as son of Apollo, the god of medicine and healing, serves as the camp’s medic.  Riordan strongly hints that he is gay and that he and Nico are becoming an item] was waiting.

p. 488

 

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Some Gorgeous One Equals Robert Pattinson

Below, I have argued that (or, more accurately, attempted to provoke the Aha Erlebniss that)  the following three Tagalog sentences:

Titser ang babae.

Maganda ang lalaki.

Umalis ang babae.

…have as their most literal translation something like the following:

Some teacher one  equals the woman.

Some gorgeous one equals the man.

Some having left one equals the woman.

How would these sentences be expressed in the Relational Algebra?  Let me try to express “Some beautiful one equals Robert Pattinson” (I am switching from Team Jacob to Team Edward for the moment) in the Relational Algebra.  (Notice I am switching from ‘the man’ to ‘Robert Pattinson’.  Can I get away with this?)

A relation is a set of ordered pairs formed by taking the Cartesian Product of two sets, not necessarily distinct, and obtaining a subset (possibly identical with the entire set) of the set of ordered pairs.  Let’s form a particular EQUALS relation, GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS, by taking the Cartesian Product of the set GORGEOUS with the set GORGEOUS, then take from that Product the set of all those ordered pairs in which each member of the pair is identical with the other.  So that the relation can be more easily manipulated (conceptually), add in all the stuff necessary to turn this relation into a database relation, complete with tuples and attributes and all that good stuff.

GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS(0)
THIS_ONE THAT_ONE
Robert Pattinson Robert Pattinson
Taylor Lautner Taylor Lautner
Kellan Lutz Kellan Lutz
Brad Pitt Brad Pitt
Ashton Kutchner Ashton Kutchner

Restrict GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS to just the Robert Pattinson tuple:

GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS{THIS_ONE, THAT_ONE} where THIS_ONE = PERSON(NAME(‘Robert Pattinson’))
More attention needs to be paid to the literal selector PERSON(NAME(‘Robert Pattinson’)).  Will my worries about this, unarticulated here, eventually blow up in my face?

To get the relation pictured by:

GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS(1a)
THIS_ONE THAT_ONE
Robert Pattinson Robert Pattinson

Now project on the attribute THAT_ONEi in addition to performing the RESTRICT:

GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS{THAT_ONE} where THIS_ONE = NAME(‘Robert Pattinson’)

To get the relation pictured by:

GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS(1)
THAT_ONE
Robert Pattinson

(Imagine the surrounding white space as regnant with the matrix from which this relation sprints, namely, the base relation GORGEOUS_EQUALS_GORGEOUS.)

The above relation expresses the proposition that is also expressed in English as:

Some gorgeous one equals Robert Pattinson.

and that is also expressed in Tagalog, I claim, as:

Maganda si Robert Pattinson.

So:

Maganda si Robert Pattinson.

Some gorgous one equals Robert Pattinson

have the same semantics.  (Well, would have the exact same semantics if ‘gorgeous’ were exactly equivalent to ‘maganda’, which of course may be doubtful.)

Now, in the spirit of Plato’s Symposium (eros for gorgeous  young men inspires eros for the Relational Algebra and the Predicate Logic, and from there to the Form of Beauty itself), let me picture some of the members of that set which inspires my forays into the Relational Algebra.  These pictures are a bit more colorful than the pictures of relations shown above.

Do I really have to choose between Team Edward and Team Jacob?

12/04/2012:  Updated to remove problematic assertions about the semantics of ‘is’.


Nagmahal Ako Ng Bakla

Nagmahal Ako Ng Bakla. In a nutshell, the rapper protagonist tells his ex-girlfriend:  ‘You dumped me…sniff sniff sob…besides you never did treat me right … sob…sniff sob sniff… so I am dating a gay guy instead. Gay guys are everywhere, after all.’ The writer of the song, Daniel Darz of the group Dagtang Lason, based the story on the experience of a friend of his.

Openly gay people are everywhere in the Philippines. The amateur anthropologist in me wants to attribute this to the survival of American-Indian-like attitudes towards gay people in the indigenous population that the Spanish were never quite able to stamp out, but of course I have no idea if that is true. Whatever the cause, one apparently can be openly gay in the Philippines without fearing violence; town mayors will sponsor gay beauty contests; at least some families in the slums are wonderfully supportive of their effeminate children (see Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros — The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros); there is a beauty parlor operated by openly gay people in every town; whatever misogynistic-inspired disapproval arising from men insecure in their macho-hood gets met with delightfully flamboyant fearless mocking defiance (see Markova); relentless swarms hit on one when he is at all gwapo.  ( Although I do have to admit that when I visited to the Philippines, I did not experience the constant, open, relentless not-seeming-to-know-what-‘no’-means propositioning that some visitors report; but that may have something to do with the fact that the taste for fat, balding middle-aged men is relatively rare.)  In spite of the tolerance, however, openly gay people in the Philippines often encounter a glass ceiling and tend to get shunted into a restricted range of professions.

Doubtlessly I am exposing my ignorance of Rap Music, but I was pleasantly surprised to hear a rapper being (relatively) supportive of gay people. From a Rap Song, I expect something more along the lines of “First I machine-gunned down 20 <<derogatory term for women>>, then I killed 5 <<derogatory term for gay people>>.”

Yes, Nagmahal Ako Ng Bakla is badly misogynistic . . . and whether the misogyny is intended ironically I have no idea. At least the ‘sniff…you never  treated me right then you dumped me…sniff sniff’ seems to invite an ironical attitude.  The line “Seriously….why do they always leave me?” seems rather vulnerable to any list of unattractive traits (“For one, have you considered picking up your socks?  For another, maybe you can stop picking your nose in public….”).  Nor is homophobia completely absent from the song. But the difference in attitude from what I expected from this genre is wonderful.

Plus the boys are cute!  (Though tastes vary.)   Plus it is nice to see straight guys (or at least guys presenting themselves as straight) not being afraid to touch one another.  The homophobic paranoia that started to suffocate relations between males in the United States after the 19th century does not seem to exist yet in Southeast Asia, and hopefully never will.  When I visited the Philippines and Vietnam, I frequently saw men walking around with their arms around one another.  Let that open warmth thrive for a long, long time.

Here are the lyrics, along with a translation.  The translation is partly mine, partly taken from a source I have lost track of.  (I will include the source here should I ever come across it again or if anyone sends it to me.)  My Tagalog is shaky, so let the reader by forewarned.


Mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
May mga babaeng manloloko
Pineperahan lang kami
Kaya ngayon bakla na lang ang aming iibigin
Masarap magmahal ang bakla
Ohh kay sarap… damhin.

We are just lay-abouts who are sick of women
There are women who betray us
For them, we are just ATM machines
So now it’s just a gay man who gets our love
Sweet is a gay man’s love
Oh how good …. feel it!


Simula’t sapul ang puso ko ay lagi nang sugatan
Sineseryoso ko bakit ako ang iniwanan
Kaya ngayon nagising na ko sa
Katotohanan na lolokohin lang kami
Ng mga kababaihan.

Starting from way back when, my heart has always been wounded
Seriously….why do they always leave me?
So now I have already woken up to
The reality that for women we are just jokes.


Kaya ngayon napagpasyahan
Na bakla ang aking iibigin
At ipapadama ko na himig na aking
Damdamin sa kanya
Oo nga! At hindi sa isang babae
Dahil ang puso ko ay kanilang sinabutahe
Para bang ako’y isang laruan.

So now I have firmly decided
That a gay man be my love
And to express to him the melody of my feelings
Yes! And not to a woman
Because my heart is where they work their sabotage
For sure I was just a toy for them.


Na kanilang tinapaktapakan pagkatapos
Pagsawaan kanilang tatalikuran
It’s so unfair kaya bakla na lang
Ang iibigin kaya ngayon pakinggan niyo
Para sa inyo itong awitin.

After getting stepped on for a long time
I will be loathed, thrown out, and abandoned
It’s so unfair….so only a gay man
Will be my love …. so now you listen
This song is for you.


Mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
May mga babaeng manloloko
Pineperahan lang kami
Kaya ngayon bakla na lang ang aming iibigin
Masarap magmahal ang bakla
Ohh kay sarap… damhin.

We are just lay-abouts who are sick of women
There are women who betray us
For them, we are just ATM machines
So now it’s just a gay man who gets our love
Sweet is a gay man’s love
Oh how good …. feel it!


Hinanakit sa babae ang dahilan
Kung bakit nagmahal ako ng tulad niya
Kahit siya ay pangit
At di niya pinagkait at sakin di lumapit
Kaya hanggang ngayon virgin pa ang aking pwit
At alam ko naming wala akong kahati.

Hurt from women is the reason
Why I loved such as him
Even though he is ugly
At least he did not hold back [sex] and did not hit on me [did not try to be the penetrator]
So my ass is still a virgin
And I know we won’t have issues.


Di ko siya mabubuntis
Pagkat pareho kami ng ari. Grabe!
Buong buhay niya ay sa akin binigay
Lahat-lahat kanyang inalay
Basta wag akong mawalay sa kanya
Di na kita iiwan kahit na ika’y bakla
Basta’t tiwala mo sa akin sing kinang
Ng tala at totoo.
Relasyon natin ay parang ginto
Mahal kita wag lang sana kong magkatulo.

I won’t get him pregnant
Because we both have penises. Seriously!
He has given his whole life to me
He offered everything
As long as I don’t wean myself from him
I will never leave you even though you’re gay
As long as you trust me to me you will be as bright and shing
As the stars and true
Our relationship will be like gold
I love you — just don’t give me an STD.


Mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
May mga babaeng manloloko
Pineperahan lang kami
Kaya ngayon bakla na lang ang aming iibigin
Masarap magmahal ang bakla
Ohh kay sarap… damhin.

We are just lay-abouts who are sick of women
There are women who betray us
For them, we are just ATM machines
So now it’s just a gay man who gets our love
Sweet is a gay man’s love
Oh how good …. feel it!


Na sulat ko ang kantang to dahil sa galit
Pagkat sa tuwing nagmamahal
Puso ko’y napupunit
Ginawa ko naman ang lahat
Sa kanya inilaan
Binigay ang nais na luho
Pati ang aking katawan.

I wrote this song all because of madness
Everytime I love
My heart is torn into a million pieces
I gave everything she wanted
And I gave her some more
I gave all that she ever desired
And my body I even offered


Pero kapalit nito ay isa palang kataksilan
At nagawa pa niya na ako’y pagtawanan
Kaya ngayon si Len Jack
Ay labis ang pag-iyak
Puso ko’y parang nasagasaan
Ng limang milyong truck.

Yet in exchange all I got is betrayed
And after all of that she even laughed at my face
So now Len Jack is crying
Way too much of an attack
It’s like my heart has been run over by 5 million trucks


Siya ay simpleng tumatak
Ang sakit ng natamo
Kaya nagdesisyon tuloy ang puso na laging bigo
Na bakla na lang ang iibigin ko
Di na ko masasaktan nagkapera pa ako.

Everything is so simple
But the pain still remains
So the heart made a decision in spite of all of its pains
That maybe I’ll just love someone who’s gay
I’ll never be hurt, and I’ll make money anyway


Mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
May mga babaeng manloloko
Pineperahan lang kami
Kaya ngayon bakla na lang ang aming iibigin
Masarap magmahal ang bakla
Ohh kay sarap… damhin.

We are just lay-abouts who are sick of women
There are women who betray us
For them, we are just ATM machines
So now it’s just a gay man who gets our love
Sweet is a gay man’s love
Oh how good …. feel it!


Isang bakla ang iibigin habang buhay
Sa kanya ko lang inalay ang puso kong makulay
Siya ang nagbigay ng tawa at saya
Pag-ibig kong ito sa kanya lang
Lumigaya kesa sa GF ko
Na wala namang pake.

Only a gay man is worth lovin’ all through my life
To him I will give my heart with all its colors so rife
He’s the one who gives laughs and joy
This love of mine became happy with a boy
Heck, my GF never really cared.


Nagmahal ako sa kanya ng wala ng silbi
Kaya sa isang bakla ako ay nagmahal
Kahit sa ibang girl pag-ibig ko ay matumal
Kahit karumaldumal pa ang kanyang pagmumukha
Basta wag niya lang akong gawing kaawaawa
Kaya sa bigo, sa mga babae diyan
Umibig ng bakla nakakalat lang yan diyan.

I loved her, yeah, but it never mattered anyway
So I started to love a very gay man
Even if to girls my love was always a problem
Even if his face is a reminds me of a crime spree
As long as he doesn’t make me appeal to anyone’s pity
So if you’re like me, and you keep on losing your woman
They’re everywhere, really, start loving a gay man.


Mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
May mga babaeng manloloko
Pineperahan lang kami
Kaya ngayon bakla na lang ang aming iibigin
Masarap magmahal ang bakla
Ohh kay sarap… damhin.

We are just lay-abouts who are sick of women
There are women who betray us
For them, we are just ATM machines
So now it’s just a gay man who gets our love
Sweet is a gay man’s love
Oh how good …. feel it!


Ayoko ng umibig ng kahit na sino pa
Kasi ako sa’yo ay okey na
At ako’y sa’yo na
Basta yung responsibility ay wag limutin
Wala kang ibang gagawin
Kundi ako’y pasayahin, ako sa’yo ay happy
Kasi lagi akong busog
Hindi mo ako ginugutom
Cause takot kang mabugbog.

I don’t want to love anyone else
Because I am okay with you
And you with me
As long as your responsibility is not forgotten
You can’t do anything except make my glad….with you I am happy
Because I am always full
You will never let me starve
Because you fear I’ll beat you.


Sa buhay ko ikaw ang pumapapel na yaya
Pero kahit ganun hndi pagpapalit sa iba
Pero wag kang umasa na sa’kin ka maka-isa
Bago tayo magtabi sa kama magpa-opera
Oh di ba hi-tech?
Tayo ay modern na lover
Pag dumukit ka sa’kin sisigaw ako holdaper!

In my life you fill the role of my own all-around and nurse
If it’s true, replacing you’s the last thing I’m thinkin’ of
But don’t pin your hopes that you’ll pull a fast one
Coz before we lay side by side for a sex change operation
Oh yeah, high tech, we are really modern lovers
If you lay a hand on me, I’ll scream out “Holdaper!” [Hold Up!!! Robbery!!!!]


Mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
May mga babaeng manloloko
Pineperahan lang kami
Kaya ngayon bakla na lang ang aming iibigin
Masarap magmahal ang bakla
Ohh kay sarap… damhin.

We are just lay-abouts who are sick of women
There are women who betray us
For them, we are just ATM machines
So now it’s just a gay man who gets our love
Sweet is a gay man’s love
Oh how good …. feel it!


Mga tambay lang kami sawa sa babae
May mga babaeng manloloko
Pineperahan lang kami
Kaya ngayon bakla na lang ang aming iibigin
Masarap magmahal ang bakla
Ohh kay sarap… damhin.

We are just lay-abouts who are sick of women
There are women who betray us
For them, we are just ATM machines
So now it’s just a gay man who gets our love
Sweet is a gay man’s love
Oh how good …. feel it!

UPDATE (12/18/2011): Several revisions made in an attempt to improve the flow of the writing.

UPDATE (10/14/2012):  Corrected the name of the writer of the song.