Although the original study of Bartels and Zeki (2000) recruited an ethnically and culturally diverse group of subjects, all were heterosexual. Zeki and Romaya (2010) wanted to extend this work to include romantically involved gay participants. This time, they included 12 females (6 in straight and 6 in lesbian relationships) and 12 males (6 in straight and 6 in gay relationships) in their fMRI experiment.
It’s Valentine’s Day. For people in love, it’s a perfect day. Right? Wrong.
Millions of LGBT people in this country are discouraged from showing how much they care about their partners and legally banned from marrying them. For every happy married straight couple, a gay couple longs for the same rights.
Check out this blurb from the Examiner in Sacramento:
Here in Sacramento, organizers and volunteers from LGBTQ groups such as Marriage Equality USA , GetEQUAL and Equality Action Now will be gathering between the hours of Noon to 2pm in front of Sacramento County Clerk Recorder’s Office in downtown Sacramento at 600 8th Street where gay and lesbian couples are encouraged to request a marriage license. Those wishing to show their support for LGBTQ equality are also encouraged to take part in the Monday’s events.
There are certainly similar events going on in other parts of the country. So why not demand a marriage license today, in the spirit of St. Valentine?
The blood jet is poetry; There is no stopping it. —S.P.
There is no stopping Mother’s jets of leaking blood, and it’s far from poetry. Although I know this statement isn’t meant to be taken quite so literal, it’s context soothes my scared heart. I was able to spend the day with Mother today and hopefully tomorrow, only because now Father is ill with the flu or food poisoning, which must be resolved before she can come home. Mother won’t be leaving the hospital until at least Tuesday and it’s depressing her and us all. At least she has a real shot here at improving her health and functional levels and really getting a grip on life. If the stroke hadn’t happened, a few months from now she would have had to deal with this blood issue in a much worse state than now, where she’s in isolation/with infusions/etc. The highlight of my day was being able to make her laugh. She hasn’t laughed in weeks.
When we were in the ED on Wednesday, the (male) nurse asked about our living situation, and simply stated how good it was that I was “doing the right thing” and that I should feel good about that. Obviously I was meant to be there at that moment, but such a thing had never been acknowledged, just expected. I put aside many of my dreams and much of my future to be here, and with Mother having the chance to really get better here, we all have a chance for a fresh start.
/I really need to stop listening to Billie right before bed. She’s making me even weepier./
Mother was taken by ambulance on Tuesday for what could be a stroke caused by one of the biologics she was prescribed. She was admitted to the hospital where the diagnostic nightmare began to unravel. Father is being a hog of the time with her, but since she’s in isolation and contagious, he doesn’t want me to come up to the hospital yet. I miss her so much and hope that I can see her soon. The longer she’s there, the more complications arise.