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| Apparently, the homosexual community has been crying a little louder lately about recent military discharges for active servicemen and women who declare open homosexuality.
Now, obviously, there are two sides to this.. "debate.." if you can even call it that.
To be completely honest, I never had anything against people who like to put their dick in another mans anus, or enjoy another man's intimate company. As long as they understood I was not into that, and they did not attempt to flirt with me or speak about said activities, they're just people like you and me. Fair enough? Apparently not.
It seems that the extremist (yes, there are both extremist and conservative homosexuals) homosexual community is now trying to attack the U.S. Military more publicly for the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy. I always thought this policy was fool-proof. You have some unnatural fetishes and sexual preferences, you just don't go around broadcasting it to your fellow same sex soldiers, and you'd be fine. Fair enough, right? I mean, sounds like common sense to me. The Army doesn't put you through a lie detector test. They don't try to trick it out of you. I think sometimes they should, since you'll be getting naked with 50 other guys in showers, but hey, they don't care. Just keep it to yourself while on base, and you can get all the military fun you want. Cool?
But... again, that's not good enough for some of these people. They need everyone to know, and they need to be able to flaunt it at all times with no consequences. Since when could anyone do anything without consequences?
Ok. Let me just shoot some reminders out there. Just to get them out in the open. The attacking side loves to focus very strictly on the topic it's attacking without attention to the big picture. Let's back up a second and take a look.
- The Uniform Code of Military Justice, which is a Federal Law consisting of several articles, has very strict and in depth laws to keep males and females from engaging in unlawful sexual and verbal acts. Factors to be considered include whether conduct has compromised the chain of command, resulted in the appearance of partiality, or otherwise undermined good order, discipline, authority, or morale (In other words, no holding hands and frolicking or fucking on base with your girlfriend. Discipline. Respect. Honor. Military. This stuff even applies for straight people).
Remember when women were not allowed to join the military? Remember how there were never any rapes and sexual assaults month after month in the Army? Remember when there weren't any shady murders of opposite sex soldiers? Hmm... maybe it was a good idea for women to stay civilians. Instead they bit, scratched and clawed their way into an organization filled with big strong, conformity minded soldiers who are adversely impacted psychologically by working in close proximity with females in extended deployments. One of the main reasons they are still not allowed to join combat units (though there are still several occassions women are stuck in combat). How much worse do you think it'd get with women spending weeks at a time on a battlefield with men? It'd be an utter disaster. I'm not saying women are incapable of being a combat soldier, but the bottom line is that when you mix guys and gals, you get a massively different show than when it's just the guys. It would be asbolutely 100% imperitive that there be either strictly female combat units, or strictly male combat units, otherwise the psychological storm would be unending. And this is not just in the USA. There aren't any countries that have female combat soldiers.
If you're wondering how this is related to gay men joining the military, well, it's exactly the same. If you're sitting there in a fox hole, showering naked in the barracks, squeezed in an artillery tank, flying 2,000 miles in a cockpit, or coordinating a two man team.... how much of an impact do you think it'd have if you knew the guy next to you had the hots for you, or if you both had the hots for eachother? If you dare say "it wouldn't," you have no concept of reality. Period.
But, homosexual men can still fight, right? Well.. yea. They can do anything they want. There are no restrictions. Just as long as they keep the man love outside the base and away from military discipline.
The military has nothing against homosexual men joining up. Don't ask, don't tell, and welcome to the club. Don't you think that maybe it's for everyones' benefit? Don't you think that possibly, just maybe, the Army has a good logical reason for this policy?
For one second, can the selfishness be set aside, and the cohesiveness of a unit that faces life or death on a daily basis be considered? Do we really need to be so self-centered as to demand that a military organization acknowledge that you are a man that has intimate feelings for another man? ....I mean, honestly? That sounds just a tad bit petty to me...
There's always one option, though. A huge, obvious, plain as day, solve all end all option.
Don't join.
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That's right. Don't join!
The U.S. Military welcomes you with open arms, otherwise.
As long as you are there to be on the same page as everyone else, and focus on victory for your mission.
Whether you're lesbian, gay, atheist, catholic, animal sex addict, sci-fi nerd, or whatever you can think of...
...leave it at the door to the base, leave it outside in the civilian world where it belongs.
These guys have one goal. And everyone needs to be focused.
Leave it alone. Or risk unnecessary social pressure that can end up getting you or your friend killed.
Killed.
This is not a game, it's not a political toy. These are our sons and daughters, friends and family. And the military is doing its absolute best to make sure they come home ok.
Take your political battle somewhere else. Stay away from people who are giving you all the freedoms everyone else gets.
Absolutely no good can come of this ridiculously misplaced political bitching.
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| These days, love is different for just about everyone. And even if you ask one of them, chances are they have trouble explaining it. Very few people actually understand what it means to love another person. Everyone in this country grows up watching the same fake bullshit in movies and on TV, and when the time comes they imitate what they've learned all their lives. The shoe fits the foot they've molded out of the worlds view on love, so they put it on and think everything is going as planned.
Then something catches them off-guard. Some feeling inside that they can't really explain or understand. Something new.
Some people freak out, some people embrace it (sometimes a little too much), some people run and don't look back.
I realized for the first time the other day, was really honest with myself, that I've been running from the girl that I can honestly say was my first love. And it definitely caught me by surprise.
I never realized how hurt I was over the whole ordeal. Which actually took place in a very short amount of time. I never realized how badly I was in denial. It takes a little while before you can really look back and understand how ridiculous you've been acting. How shut off to everyone you've made yourself. How lifeless you've actually been. The way you compare everyone you meet to her. The way you think about her constantly, even if you don't want to, or try not to. How you've tried deleting all traces of her from your phone, computer, trash things you find in your car that remind you of her.. but still end up trying to hold on. How, even if it ended badly, you never want her to stop smiling because of how mind numbingly beautiful she looks when she's happy. How badly you want her to stay happy. Even if that means her happiness has nothing to do with yourself.. because as long as she's happy, you have a deep sense of true satisfaction.
I didn't realized for almost 3 years after a shakey closing, how badly I love this girl. It's hard to come to grips with when every time you look at her picture, or hear her voice, it feels like you just ran 10 miles at sprint .. your head gets a little fuzzy, a little disoriented. Depending on your current situation, you label that with either a negative or positive reaction. For me, negative was the only way I could stay sane. You put it out of your mind and avoid it at all costs. You never bring it up if you can help it. You avoid love songs, cheesy movies, couples in public, talking about anything related with friends, holidays, anything that might return it to your mind. Because if it does, well, she comes with it, and so does the short breath and hot head. You avoid it all. Until you realize what it really is. It isn't spite, anger. You love this girl. And she hurt you in some way. Even though you were a stupid fool, you were still hurt.
I don't know if this makes things any easier, admitting to the truth, being honest with yourself. I don't know if it'll make it any easier to get over. I doubt it'll help me get back into the game at all. And it's probably not the best thing to be coming to terms with right before I join the Army.
That being said, it's not like you can just tell love to go away. Unfortunately (or fortunately) it does not work like that. But at least I'm not afraid to recognize it anymore.
Would I tell this to her? I really doubt it. Unless a lot of things changed. Besides she seems plenty happy from the short clips of contact I've had with her over the last few years. And I'm never going to be that guy. The one that comes out of nowhere and dumps all his shit on someone and expects some kind of legit reaction. It's not respectful, and it's not tactful. Not to mention it's love suicide, you never do that to someone in reality, that kind of crap only happens in the movies.
Maybe one day, if the stars line up just right, we'll meet up again and start over.
Or maybe by then it'll be too little too late.
I'm just glad that now I know what I believe love is. And that I in turn believe in love.
For that I'm grateful to her. And I hope that someday she finds someone that can do the same for her. I just hope that that person doesn't run back to some douche bag and leave her stripped and humiliated out in the cold. Because I'd try to be there for her, to pick her back up. I'd be there to try to hold her together, get that smile back on her face that could shade the sun. And of course, I'd only be hurting myself, again. But it wouldn't matter. Because I'm stupid, and hopeless, and .. well .. in love.
*sigh* 
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Happy Singles Awareness Day.
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| Here is your dosage of 'obnoxiously cute' for today: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1765296 | | |
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