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The Virtual World: Damn Fag @import url("http://www.blogger.com/css/blog_controls.css"); @import url("http://www.blogger.com/dyn-css/authorization.css?targetBlogID=10238581"); /* ----------------------------------------------------- Blogger Template Style Name: Snapshot: Tequila Designer: Dave Shea URL: mezzoblue.com / brightcreative.com Date: 27 Feb 2004 ------------------------------------------------------ */ /* -- basic html elements -- */ body {padding: 0; margin: 0; font: 75% Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: #474B4E; background: #fff; text-align: center;} a {color: #93DB04; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;} a:visited {color: #839D07;} a:hover {text-decoration: underline; color: #6C65D5;} h1 {margin: 0; color: #7B8186; font-size: 1.5em; text-transform: lowercase;} h1 a {color: #7B8186;} h2, #comments h4 {font-size: 1em; margin: 2em 0 0 0; color: #7B8186; background: transparent url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-header1.gif) bottom right no-repeat; padding-bottom: 2px;} h3 {font-size: 1em; margin: 2em 0 0 0; background: transparent url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-header1.gif) bottom right no-repeat; padding-bottom: 2px;} h4, h5 {font-size: 0.9em; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px;} h5 {color: #7B8186;} h6 {font-size: 0.8em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px;} p {margin: 0 0 1em 0;} img, form {border: 0; margin: 0;} /* -- layout -- */ #content {width: 700px; margin: 0 auto; text-align: left; background: #fff url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-body.gif) 0 0 repeat-y;} #header {background: #D8DADC url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-headerdiv.gif) 0 0 repeat-y;} #header div {background: transparent url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/header-02.gif) bottom left no-repeat;} #main { line-height: 1.4; float: left; padding: 10px 12px; border-top: solid 1px #fff; width: 428px; /* Tantek hack - http://www.tantek.com/CSS/Examples/boxmodelhack.html */ voice-family: "\"}\""; voice-family: inherit; width: 404px; } /* IE5 hack */ #main {} #sidebar {margin-left: 428px; border-top: solid 1px #fff; padding: 4px 0 0 7px; background: #fff url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-sidebar2.gif) 1px 0 no-repeat;} #footer {clear: both; background: #E9EAEB url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-footer.gif) bottom left no-repeat; border-top: solid 1px #fff;} /* -- header style -- */ #header h1 {padding: 12px 0 92px 4px; width: 557px; line-height: 1;} /* -- content area style -- */ h3.post-title {font-size: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0;} h3.post-title a {color: #7C78B5;} .post {clear: both; margin-bottom: 4em;} .post-footer em {color: #B4BABE; font-style: normal; float: left;} .post-footer .comment-link {float: right;} #main img {border: solid 1px #E3E4E4; padding: 2px; background: #fff;} .deleted-comment {font-style:italic;color:gray;} /* -- sidebar style -- */ #sidebar #description {border: solid 1px #BFFC45; padding: 10px 17px; color: #839D07; background: #CCFD6A url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot_tequila/bg-profile2.gif); font-size: 1.2em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.9; margin: 0 0 0 -6px;} #sidebar h2 {font-size: 1.3em; margin: 1.3em 0 0.5em 0;} #sidebar dl {margin: 0 0 10px 0;} #sidebar ul {list-style: none; margin: 0; padding: 0;} #sidebar li {padding-bottom: 5px; line-height: 0.9;} #profile-container {color: #7B8186;} #profile-container img {border: solid 1px #7C78B5; padding: 4px 4px 8px 4px; margin: 0 10px 1em 0; float: left;} .archive-list {margin-bottom: 2em;} #powered-by {margin: 10px auto 20px auto;} /* -- sidebar style -- */ #footer p {margin: 0; padding: 12px 8px; font-size: 0.9em;} #footer hr {display: none;} @import url(http://www.blogger.com/css/navbar/classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} The Virtual World Thursday, January 27, 2005 Damn Fag C Dale's recent post got me riled up little about homophobia, and it being one of the few remaining 'acceptable" prejudices (my words, not his). Here's a poem . . . Damn Fag IвЂ™ve heard his story before. How a car accident broke his spine in three places, but the x-rays and MRI donвЂ™t show it. How heвЂ™s tried rehab, counseling, physical therapy. How all he wants now is some Oxycontin and IвЂ™m not giving it. Then weвЂ™re through here, he says, and I close his file. Damn fag he mutters as he exits the exam room. The words sting. Even in my white coat, shielded by my stethoscope and tie. Two words and I am in high school again, backed against a locker, coat collar clenched. IвЂ™m in residency and the attending surgeon is holding court over the open abdominal wound of a young man with AIDS, saying вЂ” for my benefit: When cattle get an infection like this we put them ALL to sleep. Damn fag. How did he know? Was it written across my face? Even after all these years. Why am I ashamed? (appeared in Prairie Schooner, Winter 2004) posted by Peter @ 8:56 PM 10 Comments: At January 27, 2005 10:44 PM, C. Dale said... Peter, I read this poem in Prairie Schooner while standing around in a Borders not long ago. I was struck by it because I was convinced it is a situation many readers will find exotic and interesting yet is something many of us must deal with all the time. For years I shied away from this kind of subject matter, but as time passes, it gets harder and harder to avoid it. At January 28, 2005 10:01 AM, A.R.B. said... Dear Peter,A touching poem. So well controlled. Perhaps you can explain a little about how the poem came about, your thoughts, feelings, techniqueвЂ”what you were after. (IвЂ™m too curious, I know.)The homosexuality issue is something I have never learned to understand. I am not homosexual, but why should it bother me that you are? (It doesnвЂ™t, of course.) Where does all the anger come from, all the scapegoating? I donвЂ™t get it, Peter, and IвЂ™m so sorry that it happens. I think that we are all responsible for allowing ignorance / prejudice to sustain itself. Just the other day my sonвЂ”six years oldвЂ”said in front of a group of adults that when he grows up heвЂ™s not getting married. He is going to stay вЂњsingleвЂќ and live with his best friend, Ian. All the adults laughed and said вЂњmaybe you got a flower boy in your handsвЂќ. Prejudice starts early so that took some explaining to do later to a six-year-old. Why the negative reaction from the adults to a childвЂ™s innocent remark? Why would they care? Un abrazo,Alberto At January 28, 2005 8:05 PM, Peter said... Hey Alberto:What a great story about your son. If only there were more hetero people like you in the world. I bet you are a great dad. If you were here I'd give you a big hug.Peter At January 29, 2005 9:18 AM, early hours of sky said... A truly beautiful poem, though truth is a horrid beast at times. At January 29, 2005 9:57 AM, Kells said... Peter, RE: one of the few remaining 'acceptable" prejudices --Thanks for posting your poem. Incredible and well-written as always.I've been thinking about this recently because on PBS they will not be airing show from the children's TV show "Postcards from Buster." A show about a cartoon bunny who travels the US with his video camera. The reason they aren't airing this episode is because Buster travels to Vermont to learn how they make maple syrup and the women who teach him how to do this are a lesbian couple.Now, given what I know about PBS, I doubt these two women are in bed together or fondling each other, but the show is not being broadcast for one reason, because they are lesbian. I was so angry when I heard that. (I do think Boston will broadcast it as they were the city that produced it.)Because of one women from the education department (I believe), my child will not get to see an episode that not only shows how to make maple syrup (a skill we should all have) ;-) but to positively show our diverse world, the America that is happening despite people wearing their prejudices as a veil.I can still become amazed in 2005 that we have to deal with this. I'm sorry that you as my friend have to deal with it personally, and I'm sorry that people are so involved in their own fears they can't look out their window and see all the good in all of us. At January 29, 2005 10:51 AM, Peter said... Thank you Teresa and Kelli:Lesbians in Vermont making maple syrup! Ohmigod, the very foundation of America is at risk! LOLBut seriously, I believe people will look back 100 years from now and just think it was all so silly, this bigotry about sexual orientation (and many other things).:)Peter At January 29, 2005 5:50 PM, Anne said... I love how unapologetically plainspoken this poem is. Thank you for posting it. And in light of the previous comments, I'd like to move that real maple syrup be named an Official Homosexual Delicacy. Because why should bigots get to enjoy anything as lovely as maple syrup? And then there'd be more of it for the rest of us. Of course good-hearted straight folks who aren't afraid to be seen enjoying the occasional Homosexual Delicacy are welcome to partake as well. ;) At January 29, 2005 7:39 PM, A.R.B. said... Dear Peter,Ian, my sonвЂ™s friend was over the house today. Funny that I should think about you because Ian was over the house today. But I did. The children played in the yard and, yes, I yelled at them because the paint was fresh on the fence and they kind of didnвЂ™t know that. (The day was long. Mo painted the fence while I tried my hand at pruning the pear and cherry trees.) But Ian was over and I thought about you, watching those children, the best of friends (I heard the word вЂњbrother for everвЂќ I donвЂ™t know how many times) and, yes, I thought, again, what if they are gay? My lovely little son. His lovely friend. Would I ever take that against them? How foolish and how wrong.My wife had tears in her eyes reading вЂњDamn FagвЂќ tonight. Her tears mean a lot. They always do. ItвЂ™s a matter of heart. Why go on.Love,Alberto At January 29, 2005 9:43 PM, Peter said... Anne & Alberto:Thank you for your warmth.Peter At October 01, 2007 11:08 AM, Molly said... So good. So frustrating to hear these things--as a teacher, the kids ask me, "Why does it bother you?" Because I have a ring on my finger? What does it matter? It could have been the other way--they just never know it.Thanks for sharing this. I am reading back-posts of C Dale Young's lovely blog, and I think I will come to yours when I am done. :) Post a Comment << Home Poetry, the imagination, and the creative life. About Me Name: Peter Location: Seattle, Washington, United States Peter Pereira is a family physician in Seattle, and was a founding editor of Floating Bridge Press. His poems have appeared in Poetry, Prairie Schooner, The Virginia Quarterly Review, New England Review, Journal of the American Medical Association, and in the 2007 Best American Poetry. His books include The Lost Twin (Grey Spider 2000), and Saying the World (Copper Canyon 2003). What's Written on the Body was published by Copper Canyon in Spring 2007. View my complete profile Previous Posts Jeannine, you put the HER in HERO! 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