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I was listening to The Current on CBC this morning and they had a fascinating piece on Pride House in the Olympic Village. As with many segments on The Current, it made me slightly late for work. *grin*

I felt myself torn about the piece, but those mixed feelings do not include any opposition to Pride House itself. I think that it's important for the gay athletes to have a place where they can connect with other like-minded people in a safe environment. It's definitely a good thing.

What frustrates me is to understand what sexual orientation has to do with sport. The Current reporter interviewed two teenagers from a midget hockey team and one of them said that being gay doesn't make you better at your sport, so what difference should it make? The fact that an athlete likes vanilla over chocolate, votes liberal instead of conservative, listens to country music instead of top 40 seems inconsequential to the years of dedication and sacrifice made to stand proudly with the best athletes that our country has to offer. The truth of one's sexual orientation should be just as unrelated.

And yet, it isn't. For some unspecified reason, the athletes are expected to "come clean" and admit to whose intimate company they seek when not speeding down a luge track. Somehow, a closeted athletic homosexual is somehow being dishonest with the world by not disclosing the most personal and intimate aspects of himself with the information-hungry media consumer.

Why is this important? What does it have to do with the sport? Just once, I'd like someone even attempt to draw a direct relationship line between sexual orientation and the power to put a puck in a net, shoot a curling rock accurately, or jump farther on a pair of skis.

As Canadians, we should be better than this. We should be aspire to rise above petty gossip about the personal lives of people who have sacrificed so much to bring Olympic glory to their country.

I was also amused by the comments of some that some sports are very masculine, very testosterone-based, and very manly, so accepting homosexuality in those sports would be difficult. My question is: what is more manly than living true to one's values? What is more manly than living a life without regrets or apologies? What is more manly than having the courage to face your peers with honesty, compassion, and integrity?

If an athlete wishes to tell the world of his sexual orientation, that should be his choice and not an expectation of anyone. But really, it should make no difference at all. It makes me wish I were in such good shape that I could stand on a podium with a medal in my hand and say to the world "I'm a proud Canadian and I really really like blueberry ice cream." When the media scratch their heads and ask what that has to do with my win, I'll say "Exactly."
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I went to my first Tactile Party this weekend. Fortunately, the hosts of this party have a room in their basement for the Tactile Party and the living room was for socializing, which took some of the pressure off. I didn't know what to expect from this type of experience and I wanted to have a neutral place to hang while I tried to decide if I wanted to try it.

Fortunately, there were more people I knew at this party than I expected, so it helped me to relax. I also had the chance to reconnect with [livejournal.com profile] knotty_mark that I had not seen since KG 2005.

So I chatted, flirted, and reconnected with some old friends. After a bit, I decided I wanted to try the Dark Room (which was where the Tactile experience was actually taking place). I made sure [livejournal.com profile] sarahcarotte was cool with it (who was flirting with [livejournal.com profile] knotty_mark at the time *grin*), and I headed downstairs.

The Dark Room wasn't just DARK, it was pitch black. My eyes could not re-adjust, so I could see absolutely nothing. Robbed of my sense of sight, I started to crawl around (so I wouldn't step on anyone) and announced myself. Folks were helpful and tried to help me move about; I settled in a spot and took in the experience.

Some people were having a conversation, but I could hear other people moving about around me. If I were to guess what was going on in the dark, I would say there was a liberal amount of massage, some making-out, and some stuff that was a bit more involved.

But I just didn't know what I was supposed to do; I was at a complete loss at what the etiquette was for this situation. So I sat in the dark for a bit and then crawled out. Upstairs, I chatted with some folks about my half-experience and was re-assured that a few others felt the same way about it.

On Sunday, we headed out for the monthly Pagan brunch which was surprisingly well-attended (considering the rain) with over 20 people in attendance! With the Tam Tams rained out, we just headed back to my place for tea and conversation until [livejournal.com profile] bastdanica and Ja headed back to Ottawa.

The rest of us (including [livejournal.com profile] crimson_prime) headed out Hurley's for the Irish storytelling and met up with [livejournal.com profile] knotty_mark and [livejournal.com profile] ladygiggles. It was a late night. *yawn*

All in all, a very enjoyable weekend filled with new experiences and fine company.

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