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"We perceive no reason," the Supreme Court ruled, "why both parents of a child cannot be women." I leave it to you to think and comment on this one. Mentally/visually challenged readers can also take part. (I mean no offense, please) Go to article in NY times.

THUD! It hit me like a missile. For a moment, darkness spread into my eyes, I lost footing, but finally managed stay firm on ground. He thinks its funny, throwing stuff at me like that. I wish one day I could stand up tall against him and spit it all out on his face. But I know I can’t. Never, ever. Let me introduce the other characters of this house. There are three of them. Let’s call them X1, X2 and X3, for the sake of obscurity. The three of them live in the house, with me. And I, am the waste bin, to say it straight without any pretensions. I sit, or stand, or whichever way you prefer to call it, in a dark corner of the room, in front of the wash basin and the mirror. I wish I could walk up and claim my rightful place in the house, which I would prefer to be, in the center of the room. But since I don’t have limbs, or those who have, won’t bother to do me that favor, I end up sulking in this dark corner. They do take me, occasionally out, into the sun. And I love it. Oh don’t get

Who gives a shit for primordial urges these days? Man has come a long way from cages, and such things as mating and reproducing are carried out with the same seasonal fervor, only by those dogs in the streets. That reminded me of last Friday, when the naughty little puppy who suddenly began to do the thing to his sweetheart, a white long-legged beauty with a sexy scar on her face, in public and in broad daylight, and in authentic doggie fashion! And not to mention the utter discomfort that caused to the waiting public, and as some kids were staring open-mouthed wondering what in the world is going on, their parents were scampering desperately to catch an auto or a bus and flee from the scene, not even bothering to look at the routes. Didn’t they betray a shade of jealousy for our little canine couple who seemed to care all about nothing but the job at hand, I wondered! The reason for such a contentious topic now, (I am sure half of my morally obligated readers have left by now) is that