Gay Marriage

     Gay marriage was legalized in the United States on June 27, 2015.  This blog post will be one where I explain my thoughts on something.  So, if you are curious to hear my opinions about this, stick around.  It was actually really interesting that day for me.  This is because I found out that gay marriage was legalized while at a kitchen table with my very religious and old-school grandmother (you can assume her opinion) and my twenty two year old sister who lives in San Fransisco (once again, take a guess). Right once my dad told us the good news, my grandmother went into a huge rant about basically how the world was ending.  This lead to a three day debate between my grandmother and my sister. But today, I am not going to talk about that debate, I am going to discuss my own opinions.

Just so we are clear, I personally support gay marriage

     In my opinion, and many others' as well, a problem will be solved when everyone is happy.  And from that perspective, some could consider gay marriage to be a problem due to the lack of satisfaction from everyone.  When I say this, I am talking about older people (usually above 65), religious people, and some times both (like my grandmother). I am looking for a solution for the future, and considering older people's "state", I am basically going to disregard them. This means that the biggest population of people that consider gay marriage a problem are those who are religious. My dad and I have found what we believe to be a pretty good solution.

     Correct me if I am wrong, but the word "marriage" originally was a religious term that was defined as two people being joined together under god. In our modern day, most people do not think of it that way.  Most people are getting married whether they are religious or not.  To those people, "marriage" is not much more than a word to describe there love for their counterpart. But for those who are strictly religious, marriage still means by the church and under god. This raises some problems. I would bet that MOST homosexuals are either not religious or are very lightly religious. But, for those who are, this solution will not be applicable.

     I know people that have been together for as long as I can remember, but have not gotten married because they do not want to be joined under god.  This gave me an idea. What if those wanted to be joined under the church could be and those who didn't want to be joined by the church could still do so.  I call it civil unionization.  Those who do not want to be "married" by the church can be joined through the government and can have the same legal benefits as modern day marriage. Those who are religious can be both be joined by the government and the church.  The religious part of the joining should still be called marriage to maintain the original definition

     This is a similar system to the one they have in Mexico and I believe it could easily be applied to the United States. Let me know in the comments what you think.

.                                       This picture was taken by my sister in San Fransisco.

I'll keep you updated.

     I often find myself questioning why I spend all my time with the same five people. For those of you who haven't looked at my about page or aren't close to me personally, I am a fencer and I am always traveling with my team.  In the last two years we have traveled all over the United States. This allows for a ton of weird experiences. Once, we were in Pocatello, Idaho, and my friend Cole made a brilliant decision. Now, I will not mention his last name, but if you know who I'm talking about, then you will not be surprised with what I am about to tell you.

     In his defense, this was after a very long day of fencing.  So after our tournament we decided to go back to the hotel and relax for a bit.  When a group of teenagers says "relax" they usually mean go screw around in the hotel and pool.  But, for some reason, we were all super tired and sore (wonder why) and we made the decision to go sit in the hot tub and actually relax for once. This small choice that may have seemed like nothing quickly became the highlight of the night as I saw Cole's eyes widen a few seconds after getting in the hot tub. He then quickly jumped out of the tub.  Of course, in confusion, we all asked if everything was okay. Turns out he had forgotten to take his phone out of his pocket which resulted in his phone's appearance resembling that of a piece of fried chicken.  The chemical reaction that caused this mess also caused a slight burn mark on Cole's thigh.  Let's just say he needed to hit up the Verizon store.

Some of you may be worried he ruined his brand new iphone 6, but don't worry.  Cole is incapable of possessing anything nice without breaking it. So his parents let him use this brick.

I got this picture from here.

    Not all my fencing traveling is with my team.  This last summer I spent part of my time training in San Fransisco at a very prestigious club. While training, I became friends with an odd fellow named Sebastian. We didn't spend much of the training time together because he fences epee (ewww epee).  This caused us to spend a majority of our time together during lunch.  One day, we were both craving tacos.  Sebastian was from San Fransisco so he knew the route the taco truck took.  After a few miles of running, we finally found the truck.  But as we walked up they had packed up and were moving to a new location, so we ran after it a few more miles.  I guess you just do what you got to do for tacos.

     Throughout this blog I will be talking about my experiences with fencing. (I mean I am doing it all the time) If you want more fencing stories, traveling stories or just general thoughts, let me know. I also have a very bad habit of ranting about everything and I have been told it is entertaining. So also let me know if there's anything in particular you want me to rant about.

Adios... :)

     I feel that a reason you are reading this blog is to learn a bit about me.  Well, turns out, the biggest parts of my life aren't me at all, but my dear old friend Little Boy Pimp.  Just so we are clear, that nickname, that I developed over two years ago, has no legitimate origin and I have no idea where it came from. Anyway,  in this post I will not clearly state who this person is, but if you can guess than good for you.  This particular idiot and I have spent a fair amount of time together the last few years. But, I guess that is how it's supposed to be with best friends. Before I mention any stories, I want to tell you one of my favorite jokes mentioned to me by this person.

"What do you call a biker gang made up of norse bisexual monarchs?"
"What?"
"The Bikings"

     For who of you do not understand that joke, I am truly sorry because that is hands down the best joke on the face of this Earth.  Back to the point, I have had many strange memories with this person.  If it is four in the morning as we down approximately two pounds if Swedish Fish in my basement, or dancing with pizza in an apartment in NYC, we have very interesting experiences.  My particular favorite of these experiences was when we were doing construction on a house.  We were instructed to take the insulation out of the walls and take the drywall off the the walls and ceiling.  So I find myself in the garage of this house when I hear this person yell, "Brycceeeeee," considering how dangerous this job actually is, I quickly run to his location in the hope he hasn't accidentally impaled himself with a large axe.  When I had last seen him, he was taking off dry wall from the ceiling.  He was standing on some scaffolding with a pile of  insulation next to him.  When I finally got to him, I found him buried in the pile of insulation.  Turns out he had fallen off the scaffolding and thankfully landed in the pile.

     Weirdly that was not the closest we were to death while in that house. (We really should stop working there) Once we had to remove the dry wall from a ceiling in a stair well.  This became an issue... We needed to somehow reach the ceiling...which keep in mind was twenty feet above the stairs.  After a few minutes of debate, we concluded we were going to find a way to put the scaffolding in the stair well and somehow complete our task.  Because the legs of the scaffolding do not go at different heights, we had to put books between the stair and the leg of the scaffolding. After quite a bit of struggle, we found ourselves standing on a very unstable base,  with a twenty foot drop onto stairs.  We could feel the base shift as we passed each other the hammer (if you understand that reference, I love you).  Luckily, we somehow surpassed deaths attempt to meet us.

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Another post will come soon.