Now, that's not fair. I believe in human rights, and the rights of gay people to have them. I was one of the founding participating members of PhillyPaws (which provided pet care services for people with AIDS-related illnesses) and my work through that group got me a couple of awards. I nursed a gay friend through his illness until his parents took him back to Nebraska. I am more than happy to participate in local pro-human-rights-for-gays actions. I've been to Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transgender/Straight alliance meetings, even. I mention all of this only by way of providing background.

I don't feel like putting that in my journal. My journal isn't for that. It's for what I happen to feel like posting - and I just, for whatever reason, don't feel like posting that today. Yet now I feel like failing to post it makes me look like a homophobe. Which isn't true. So I'm just venting now. Which is dumb because I could have just posted it but - I didn't like the feeling of coercion. Nothing personal. I'm just saying...it isn't happening and that's it.

Hmm.
I guess my crabby phase isn't over yet.