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May 2003

My Relationship Can Beat Up Yours

Here’s my take on it (or at least on the “controversy”): a relationship is defined as an interaction between two or more people. One very simple rule applies: the people involved are the only ones who get to make the rules. Their families and friends do not get a vote, nor do “the gay community” or “society”. You’d think that would be pretty basic, given that the whole homosexual rights movement is based on that simple idea. But no…

Those who say “monogamous relationships can’t work, ever” and those who say “open relationships can’t work, ever” are equally misguided on some level. First and foremost, what gives these observers the right to make any presumption whatsoever about someone ELSE’S relationship? A relationship is like eating dinner; the meaning and circumstances are determined by those engaged in the activity. How seriously would anyone take me if I said that eating alone in a restaurant (or eating while wearing a blue shirt) is the wrong thing to do in every case?

Yes, it’s true that some types of relationships may be statistically more likely to survive long-term. Which means nothing other than that more individuals fall into a personality type which might lead them to be most comfortable in those sorts of relationships…

And it’s true that some types of relationships are generally doomed from the start. Which means nothing other than that the individuals involved probably should have communicated more efficiently or spent more time analyzing the situation (and each other) from the onset…

Individuals have the sole right (and responsibility) to define their relationships. If Mark and I want to be monogamous or polygamous, or to be asexual, or to be stereophonic or quadrophonic or quadraplegic, or even to engage in romantic rituals involving penguin droppings, it’s nobody’s goddamned business but our own. And no one but us can say for certain if it’s the right way for us to conduct our relationship. Except maybe for the penguin…

This is true no matter how badly they may want to bring up assorted self-righteous nonsense about “aping heterosexual marriage” or about “self-indulgence” and “trampiness”. The point is that there are as many types of realtionships as there are types of people involved in them, and to make blanket statements about such an individualized and dynamically-defined a condition as “being in a relationship” is pointless and silly…

World Book

Dinner with Sarah at Tad’s on Thursday night. It had been a disturbingly long time since I’d seen her, so this was a very good thing. But I still forgot to give her that book I’ve been holding since December or so…

Speaking of books, I picked up a complete 1935 edition of the World Book Encyclopedia in Stockton on Sunday. One of the first things I checked (having learned much of what I knew about the subject as an 11-year-old from a much later version of the same source) was the article on “sex”. But there was no article on “sex”, only a pointer directing me to the article on “mental conflict”. Interesting, that…

Another interesting note: in 1935, Greensboro, Fresno, and San Jose all had about the same population of around 50,000 people. I think San Jose won…

And now it’s laundry day…

Talking About the Weather

I’ve said if before and I’ll no doubt say it again. Eureka CA has the best weather in the entire world. It never gets hot, it never gets all that cold, and there’s more rain in Eureka than just about anyplace else in California. It’s a shame they don’t build a city there. I’d move to it if they did…

That said, yer humble host is feeling like absolute crap today, and I’ve decided that it all stems from the fact that the weather has been absolutely fucking miserable here for most of the past week, with abundant sunshine and highs above 80, and my body is rejecting summer. Next week looks even worse. Come on. It’s San Francisco. It’s not supposed to be like this here…

Anyhow, Mark and I have our tickets to North Carolina now. More details to come, but the best part is that we get to miss pride week completely. The down side, of course, is that it’s REALLY miserable in North Carolina in late June