It’s interesting to be so incredibly immersed into my queerness that my immediate response to seeing a picture of a pregnant guy, like Thomas Beatie, makes me ooh and ah at how sweet his little tum looks. A sort of cultural relativism maybe?

When I was traveling in Mexico, people there thought that eating fish out of a tin can mixed with mayo on bread (with celery, pickles and onions) was the weirdest thing ever. I listened to this claim again and again while drooling. After having spent several months living off of corn tortillas and white cheese dishes, my internal dialogue sounded much like Homer Simpson, “mmmm, tuuuuuuna.” But yeah, I get that this could sound yuck.

Regaining/renewing/reinventing perspective on perspectives makes my head spin, and I like it.

In my first Atlanta pub I asked the bartender what the light and dark beer selection looked like and she said, “Bud liiiiight… or Buuuud. What’ll it beeee darlin?” Many of my friends there also considered Chalk Full of Nuts to be coffee.

Walking around in France I spent my time with my head down so not to step in the dog shit… that is everywhere. The French think that we are ridiculous for picking up our dog’s poo. “I mean, who owns who here?” I heard one Frenchy explain. And when I thought about it that way, yeah, picking up your pets crap is kind of strange. But here of course, I would (if I had a dog!)…and if I lived in France, I wouldn’t.

Janet J’s bare boob is just another boob for most of Europe and probably  a lot of the bluer states here. But the majority of the US says, “Pure blasphemy!” That big devilish tit poked a lot of Americans right in their Christian crossed eyes without warning. And damn her for infecting their pure thoughts with her naughty, naughty titty! (It was Justin that unveiled the nip, but what’s a guy to do? I mean, it was right there in front of him, and he is a guy after all, and she didn’t say no)

I know tuna fish sandwiches, dog poo, Bud Light and naked boobies don’t hold quite the tour de force that a man having a baby does… but the point is I always get excited whenever we have good reason to re-evaluate/reinvent/create new definitions for what is normal, or should I say, acceptable in the physical location that defines your social norms for you.

So much of this is about time and critical thinking. Time for the folks that really, really like the way things are to join in with the critical mass of collective conscience that wants to make room for new ideas and change.

Maybe I’m an optimist that way, but I feel quite sure that if you have kids under five, by the time they’re adults they’ll find it just as strange that two women couldn’t get married as I find it ridiculously strange that white people used to have their own drinking fountains and bathrooms.

Speaking of bathrooms, man, the day I walk into a public restroom, with Thomas’s wife in the corner using the diaper changing station, with all of the other women giving me the same head nod hello thing that women give each other while in the waiting space for a stall… instead of gasping at me… because they naturally assume that I am an adult who is aware of her gender and not some pervy 16 year old boy… what a relaxing pee that will be.

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