again this article comes from the Chronicle of Higher Education.

anyway, i really like the last line

Coming Out of the Catholic Closet

Gay professors strive — some more overtly than others — for acceptance at Roman Catholic colleges

By THOMAS BARTLETT

Gay and lesbian professors at Roman Catholic colleges have learned that it is often easier, as well as safer, to keep a low profile. Even when administrators want to be supportive, they have to worry about the backlash from alumni and Catholic groups that oppose homosexuality. As one professor put it, "The unwritten code is: 'Don't let us hear about it. Don't embarrass us. Don't let this be a subject of controversy.'"

since i don't feel like sharing anything from my own life, here's an article

stating the obvious,in my opinion, this kind of treatment is wrong

Tuesday, November 29, 2005 Posted: 1140 GMT (1940 HKT)

DUBAI, United Arab Emirates (Reuters) -- Men arrested at what a United Arab Emirates official said appeared to be a gay wedding are to be given hormone therapy, officials said on Tuesday.

I was reading the Chronicle of Higher Education when I came upon this article and figured that someone on the site might be interested in it, so here it is. If it's already been brought to attention, sorry. If not, it's a rather good article on one person's experience.

Be warned, it's long

Second Sex

Wally Bacon, a popular professor at Nebraska for 29 years, returns from summer vacation as a woman

By ROBIN WILSON

Omaha

On the first day of classes this fall, W. Meredith Bacon walked carefully down the aisle of a large lecture hall at the University of Nebraska here, carrying copies of the course syllabus in her tan briefcase.

It was a walk she had made many times before, but this time she was nervous. She stood before the students in her khaki slacks and short-sleeved green blouse, wearing a single strand of pearls under her collar-length gray hair. It was the first class she would teach as a woman.

This last Wednesday I had my last therapy session and the therapist and I talked about how I know I can't expect to get over past trauma unless I'm willing to face and deal with it, so I've decided to face one trauma semi-publicly on here:

I remember it was a Sunday. I remember watching the Simpsons that night. I remember everything about this night. My mother was dating a man named Gary at the this time. This was also the time that my mother was still having a hard time dealing with her divorce from my father. After the divorce she was left to care for 3 young children with no husband to help her, and she kind of lost it for awhile. As much as I love my mother, she didn't have the best taste in men. She was having some depression problems(I realize this now) and so she would usually date any man that would have sex with her.

I've decided to post about a conversation my brother and I had concerning homosexuality and family members and friends.

To start out, I have two openly gay extended family members. Well, my brother and I were hanging out and drinking and I started a conversation about how can my brother be friends with gay men but not like or even claim relation to our gay family members. Ok, so here is his explanation. My brother rationalizes his behavior by the fact that the gay men he is friends with can be his friends because they tried to be straight. They didn't just give into homosexuality, they actually tried to be straight and were with women. He also said that he doesn't dislikes or won't claim our uncle but will never claim our cousin as being his relation. I of course asked him why and he said it was for the same reasons as his friends, that my uncle tried to be straight and even went as far as getting married while my cousin didn't even try to be straight. I then said something about it being worse to lie, that you are affecting more than just your own life when you lie and pretend to be straight. He then said something about how can my cousin know that she's gay if she's never been with a man, that she should have just tried harder.

I'm taking a break from my mind-numbing homework to submit this-

Ok, so I was at home this weekend(dealing with the death part of death/divorce/and depression issues from my last post) and late Saturday morning, while it was just me and the dog at home, there was a knock on the front door. As soon as the knocking starts, the dog freaks out and runs to the front door barking and trying to attack. I then figured since I was awake, that I could answer the door and if it comes down to it, I can just let the dog bite whoever was there. So I go to the door and pick up the dog, because if I don't it seriously would've attacked the people outside, and I answer the door in my PJs holding a dog in the middle of a tirade. To my surprise when I opened the door, on the other side were two men distributing the word of God. What I thought to myself was, "Great, this just sucks." Being that my mother did raise me with some manners, I allowed the men to give me their presentation, I took the handouts, and hell I even let them pray right then and there.