Living Proof

Isn't this a bit over-the-top? The other day I was talking to my mother about crazy obsessed fans -- the type that get the front row seats at a concert crying their eyes out screaming bloody murder just to get the star's attention. I guess you can say most of Bieber's fans. But if you even look back in history with The Beatles and the way their fans cried out and clawed at them, it makes you wonder what kind of psychological problems these people must have. It's mostly stars like Michael Jackson, The Beatles, Elvis and of course whatever trendy boy band is making their way through. These girls go absolutely nutso. Granted, you'll rarely see a guy or an older man throwing their panties up on stage or even someone above the age of 25 --- but what goes on in their little noggins in order for them to be so in love -- so obsessed and crazed over someone they don't even know? More so, I wonder how the celebrities feel over their fans literally crying buckets of te...

If I have gained any perspective about homophobia, sadly enough I’d have to say I’ve learned an awful lot this past week in Provincetown, MA. This small town is one big gay mecca for those who want to be themselves without any judgments or ridicules of their sexuality by those who are ignorant or perhaps, homophobic. For the past decade or so, my wife and I have been visiting this town in confidence that if we decide to hold hands walking down the narrow streets filled with shops, cafes and art galleries, that we would not be mocked for being lesbians. We’re typically not the PDA types (public display of affection) and we don’t go around putting our relationship in other people’s faces, however it is a very liberating feeling to be in our element with people alike, and those who aren’t judgmental. To be “ourselves” in our own hometown would be like seeing a nun and some burly man kissing on the side of the road. (Of course you wouldn’t see that because nuns are usually lesbians anyway...