Oh, enough already.

“[Justice Kennedy] asserts that religious beliefs, history, tradition and even the desires of the majority to set parameters for the moral climate in which they wish to live are irrelevant…. That can lead to anarchy.”

What did I tell you? It’s like the sky is falling.

And look, I don’t mean “enough already” in an I’m-suppressing-your-First-Amendment-rights-and-I’m-being-hypocritically-intolerant sort of way. I’m not the government, so this isn’t a First Amendment issue. And I don’t have any actual power to make you shut the fuck up, so stop whining. What I mean by “shut the fuck up” is, do some thinking. Do some actual thinking. I’m intolerant of arguments that have no basis in reality.

I think Mike said it brilliantly: if you can’t come up with good arguments to distinguish bestiality, prostitution, and polygamy from private consensual adult sodomy, maybe those things shouldn’t be illegal in the first place.

(OK, that’s not quite what he said, but that’s where I would take it. And doesn’t it make you titter to see the phrase “slippery slope” used in relation to anal sex? Hee hee.)

And don’t give me any of this “I think it’s a symbolic gesture of traditional values” shit. (So much for W. not taking a stance.) You want to make a “symbolic gesture,” get out a paintbrush. Don’t pass laws unless you’re willing to enforce them. Before Lawrence v. Texas came down, I thought that the best way to abolish sodomy laws would be to enforce them vigorously. Once people saw cops beating down doors and arresting their friends, neighbors, children and coworkers, they’d call for abolishment faster than you can put on a condom. I think this was Teddy Roosevelt’s strategy when he was New York City police commissioner; in order to hasten the repeal of New York’s Sunday alcohol ban, he had the law vigorously enforced.

You know, nothing gets the ink flowing (or the keyboard tapping) better than reading something you disagree with.

From the Washington Times (yeah, I know): Privacy’s Rebirth.

From Slate: Abolish Marriage.

One of the most beautiful words in the English language is “negative.”

I tested negative for HIV today.

Well, technically, I tested negative sometime between Friday, when my blood was taken, and yesterday, when the results arrived at the doctor’s office. But I found out today.

Hallelujah.

I go through this once a year, just to be sure. Each time, I know it’s incredibly unlikely that the result will be bad, but I still worry.

So I’ve been kind of nervous these last few days.

I get to the point where I start calculating percentages in my head. I usually realize that based on what I’ve done, the possibility of getting HIV is way less than one percent, but that’s not always reassuring. These things are so hard to quantify in one’s head. So I pull out my old percentile dice — I used to be a Dungeons & Dragons dork — and I pick a number between 1 and 100, and I roll the dice over and over. And my number never comes up. That usually makes me feel better. Because if I can’t even hit 1 in 100, the chances are even less that I’d hit 1 in 500, or 1 in 1000, or whatever.

Of course, that’s just dice. There’s no reason to take any more chance in the real world than I have to.

Because when it counts, I really don’t want my number to come up.

But enough of that for now. Right now I can relax.

I’m so relieved.

Hallelujah!