Like any good online geek, I stumbled out of bed this morning and went straight for the computer to check my email, Twitter, and Facebook. Green tea in hand, I opened my computer and started scrolling through the tons of emails and ran across one that caught my eye:

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It is not natural nor does it fit in religion.If it was meant to be there one only be one sex. As ir is it takes two sexes to produce a family. Wake up and smell the roses. You are not Gay you are queer.

Michael Bailes

After wiping the spray of tea off my computer screen from laughing at the spelling and grammar, I realized it had been quite a while since I got hate mail. The nutty bile seems to ebb and flow towards my me and my husband, so I wondered what had set off this nutter. I must be doing something right if I'm getting under the religious fanatics' skin... again.

I sometimes judge the impact I'm having on the world by the amount of hate mail or threats I get. It's a way of making something that could be disturbing into something positive.

Plus, they make for a great scrapbook. Or a lovely decoupage table.

I've always been surprised by people's need to contact others directly and threaten, demean, or attack them. It seems like a lot of effort for little return- but maybe I'm just lazy.

This latest missive is by far one of the more tame ones I've received. During and after the airport fiasco in Fort Lauderdale, we got tons of hate mail, both at home and at work- much of it very violent. It peaked again when we helped lead the charge against the former Mayor of Fort Lauderdale, the bigoted Jim Naugle, moving from not only letters, but also phone calls and people coming to our house to threaten us. With my husband's campaign and election, we again got calls and mail, some threatening to bludgeon us, others calling us the "scum of Oakland Park".

So being called a "queer" (which I don't mind- I actually like to identify as that) isn't too big of a deal. And while I'm not a big rose fan (I prefer gladiolas or some other flowers more), I suppose I could take out more time to smell lovely flowers- although that does seem like a somewhat fey hobby, which kind of goes against the spirit of the email.

And yes, I could get annoyed about the "you need two sexes to be a family" comment, but really, it took so long to decipher the sentences that I forgot to get angry.

So I'm left wondering if this is just a random act of stupidity (well, I'm not really wondering about that- it seems to be a given) or the beginning of another spike in crazy emails, calls, and letters.

But heck, I must be doing something right if someone took the time out of their day to write me. They could have spent that time smelling the roses, so I feel rather important.

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