Glad Oasis is back. Anyway, I picked up a copy of The New Yorker the other day and I stumbled across an article about a guy by the name of Bryan Fischer, the host of a popular Christian radio talk show called "Focal Point." This guy has made it his mission in life to stand against gay rights. I couldn't even finish the article because it offended me too much, and I rarely get offended. This guy is irritating. Not only does he make the usual ludicrous statements of an ignorant homophobe, that being gay is a choice and it is "treatable," but he also believes that Adolf Hitler was gay. Let me give you a quote from the article to prove his unbelievable stupidity:
"'Hitler himself was an active homosexual,' Fischer has said. 'Hitler recruited around him homosexuals to make up his Storm Troopers...Hitler discovered that he could not get straight soldiers to be savage and brutal and vicious enough.' On another occasion, Fischer declared that 'homosexuality gave us Adolf Hitler, and homosexuals in the military gave us the Brown Shirts, the Nazi war machine, and six million dead Jews.'"
So, my counselor today pointed to a possibility that really got to me. Brittany doesn't like people touching her very much. I mean, she doesn't go into hysterics or anything when people do touch her, but still. She's suspiciously uninterested in sex. Not once have I ever heard a remotely sexual joke or reference fall out of her mouth. She told me she doesn't think about it, doesn't want anything to do with it, etc. She's uncertain of her sexual orientation. She's dating a douchebag who mistreats her. My counselor said that these were the typical red flags signaling sexual abuse.
I honestly don't even know what to make of that. It could all just be a series of coincidences, traits that are just who she is. I strongly doubt she was ever abused, whether it was as a child or more recently, but I'd never even considered the idea before. It scared me.
Today was my last appointment with my counselor. She'll call me in thirty days to see how I'm doing, and if everything's fine we'll close my case.
Invited Brittany to dinner tonight, she couldn't make it because she feels kinda sick. You know how it goes. Tomorrow night we might go swimming, if she feels better. I hope we can make that happen.
I've been brainstorming ideas for short stories. Nothing strictly fictional comes to mind, but I've been pondering the idea of writing stories based off of real-life experiences with a slight fictional twist. Maybe I'll just open up Word and start typing and see what happens. I wonder if my theory that impulsiveness works best in certain situations can be applied to my writing.