The news out of Russia continues to disturb me, but someone pointed out there are plenty of countries where LGBT are treated badly, all the way to a death sentence. Many places inflict you with life imprisonment. Not surprisingly, given that men usually rule over women, in some countries where gay men can be charged for being gay, being lesbian is not illegal. And in Vietnam, there have never been laws against LGBT. This last strikes me as eminently fair and reasonable and a course everyone should have taken.
Why punish people for something they can’t change? WHY?
The OIC has reportedly told LGBT athletes not to say a thing about the Russian laws. Meanwhile, Russia confirms they will enforce anti-gay rules in Sochi.
Clearly, this goes against the spirit of the Olympics when you say, “Hide who you are, don’t talk about it, get your asses back in the closet for two weeks.”
Um, NO. This is a human rights issue. I look forward to seeing this discussion heat up in the next few months. As for me, I think the Olympics should be moved to Vancouver. I wouldn’t set foot in Russia right now.
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I hit my daily word count every day except yesterday. Evening festivities got in the way, for one thing, and for another, I ran into a scene that’s giving me fits. It’s a sex scene. I don’t enjoy writing them anymore. They mostly bore the crap out of me, both reading and writing, but this scene must be included because of the story, so write it I must. I’m hoping to tackle and finish it today.
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I have almost two chapters written on the new YA book. AJ read the first chapter and said, “It’s cute.” I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not. He also suggested I add some slang, but I hesitate to do that because slang changes so fast. Using outdated phraseology would date the story. So I settled on relaxing their dialog a bit.
How do you feel about this?
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We are currently in a stretch of warm sunny days that is supposed to last for the next ten days. No rain! I’m really looking forward to this, so I’d better get my butt in gear and jump into writing so I can get out on the scooter later with my camera. I suspect another trip to Dodge Nature Center is in order, as well as exploring entirely new areas.
Have a great weekend!
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There is a place in St Paul called the High Bridge. These pictures will tell you why.
And in Upper Town, I spotted this cutie on top of a giant sculpture. Ask yourself: how did she get up there?