Something that makes me go....hmmmmmm

OK, so someone that I am related to....by blood....is homophobic.  Keeping in mind that we are related, makes for a VERY awkward situation. (this person does not live in Dallas and is not the child of anyone that lives in Dallas...figured it out yet?)  Anyway...this....person is kind of ..... A DICK (or Dickess, as not to give away their gender).  You see, I really do not understand why some people crown themselves as God and then decide to pass judgement on others.  So what really stands out in my mind...actually there are a few things, but the first.....don't throw rocks if you live in a glass house.  You see, this person has quite a few skeletons in their closet.  Many of which this person's own children do not even know about.  In past blogs I have talked about looking at yourself and making judgement, before you pass it on to others....well, I didn't say it JUST like that, but in this situation...that's what I meant.  See, for me, it's all well and good to look at yourself in the mirror every morning and say, "WOW, I'm a good person and I do good things for others"....(not sure if this person can really say that, although "I" can), but you have to also realize where you came from...what you did in the past....and knowing that people who know you, know what you did...and although you live in your "FANTASY" world and just share what you want to share (the good parts), the other "stuff" still exists.  Just because you have chosen to omit parts of history that you don't like....doesn't make them go away.  (Kinda reminds me of an entire nation that says that the Holocaust never happened...hmmmmmm.)  Not judging...REALLY, just saying that you have to take the good with the bad (reminds me of the theme song from The Facts of Life...OMG, I loved that show!!!  Tooty, Blaire, the whole crew....awwww...the good ole days.....)  Sorry, didn't mean to get distracted.  So that's kind of the first thing.  The second one is that you can't control what you can't control.  You know what that means?  It means if you're born gay, blind, deaf, black, white, etc.....that it is what it is.  As the almighty GAGA says, "Baby I was born this way."  You have to deal with what you're dealt.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, if given the choice, I probably would not have chosen to be gay.  I mean, don't get me wrong...I am very happy!  I like the person that I am.  I'm in a great, loving, caring relationship and life is good, but having a strike against you at all times is not fun.  Times are changing, but not fast enough!  Another thing that we cannot change is when we were born.  Be it birth order or when in your parents marriage that you came to be.  I am VERY fortunate.  I probably really should not be here!  It's not a secret that I was an accident!  An OOOPPPS baby.  After all, my Mother was 41, my Father was 49 and my siblings were 15, 13 and 11.  I was not planned.  "I" was now "officially" the baby, and I'm good with that, but .....being born so much later offered me many benefits that my siblings did not have.  When I came to be, my parents were more established.  In other words, there was more disposable income.  Growing up, by the time I knew who I was, my siblings were gone, and I was raised like an only child.  An only child with 5 parents instead of 2.  Since there was such a gap, everyone thought that they knew best.  Thank God my Mother nipped that in the butt!!!  Anyway, so I cannot help that I was born later in life and realized more benefits than my siblings...for the most part, the majority of them don't care.  OK, so third and finally...and this is the one that really was the inspiration for today's blog and the one that makes me go...hmmmmm.  So it's been established that I am a Gay man. (Lord I feel like an alcoholic....My name is Andrew and I am Gay.)  I came out in the early 90's, but really knew for a good part of my entire life.  In my entire adult life, I have NEVER dressed up like a woman....not for Halloween, not for fun, not for anything.  SO then, why is it that the "homophobic" or I should say "homophobics" always find it SOOOO fun to dress up like woman?  It seems to be their favorite Halloween costume.  I don't get it.  If there is such a distaste in your mouth for a particular person or group of people, why would you want to emulate that?  It would be like me dressing up like Michele Bachmann for Halloween.  To me, she's gross and I would rather dress up like a piece of dog poop, before I would dress up like her.  And then, would this "aforementioned" homophobic person condone their male children (if they had male children) dressing up like a woman?  Yeah, I don't get it.  Unless it's some latent desire to live out a part of yourself that you can't, OR your way to show that you're jealous that your younger relative was able to be honest with what he was dealt and live his life in truth and not half truths (the ones you choose to share and the ones you don't), OR....you're just a fag (please note, I can use that word since I am one.  It's like rappers being able to use the "N" word.  Please refrain from using the word "Fag" unless you are one or the "N" word unless you are Little Kim or another rapper.).  So for today....something that makes me go....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.