Bad mood tonight.

I am unhappy with the state of certain things. I guess it started with this blog. It's not a new blog, but tonight I went back and read some of the comments left after I'd read it the first time. Not happy.

Why is it that we can tell people what they can and can't call themselves? That we our majority experience of gender is allowed to outweigh that of others with a different experience. I suppose we do that with everything; if we haven't felt true love, or the pressure of racism, or divine connection, we're quick to claim it doesn't exist. If I can't see what you do, then your eyes are bad, never mine. If we think differently, you are insane, never I.

Why do people feel they have a right to force people who don't accept their dress code that they have to risk violence in the men's restroom (or else pee in the street) because they don't want someone with a penis in their restroom? ("He could be a rapist"? Couldn't he be that in the elevator? In the garage? In the stairwell? They often are, you know. Maybe we should have women-only parking lots.)

Why is it acceptable to proudly proclaim you will "BEAT THE HELL OUT OF THE SOB" if a woman you kiss turns out to have been born male? Or even if he still is one, in drag? Why is it that seen as different from "I'D BEAT THE HELL OUT A NIGGER WHO KISSED MY SISTER"? What has been threatened that you have to defend with violence? Your manhood? Is it that fragile? Your honor? Can someone else taint your honor? To make sure he doesn't do it again? Couldn't you just not kiss him again?

No. I'm not happy with the world right now. Pity. It was a damn good day, too.

UPDATE several hours later:

Well, I got my answer.

I asked the one who said that, "And would you lynch the black guy who made a pass at your daughter?" and got this email today:

YES YES and I got a good friend that is black and he doesnt beleave in mixed relations

Strangely, it doesn't make me feel a lot better.