First Gay Caveman

Apparently  archeologist found the “First Gay Caveman.” The skeleton remains of a male were found in Prague suburb in the Czech Republic dating the remains around 2900-2500BC. They figure he is gay or homosexual by the position of the body.

“From history and ethnology, we know that people from this period took funeral rites very seriously so it is highly unlikely that this positioning was a mistake," said lead archaeologist Kamila Remisova Vesinova.
"Far more likely is that he was a man with a different sexual orientation, homosexual or transsexual," she added. According to Corded Ware culture which began in the late Stone Age and culminated in the Bronze Age, men were traditionally buried lying on their right side with their heads pointing towards the west, and women on their left sides with their heads pointing towards the east. Both sexes would be put into a crouching position. The men would be buried alongside weapons, hammers and flint knives as well as several portions of food and drink to accompany them to the other side. Women would be buried with necklaces made from teeth, pets, and copper earrings, as well as jugs and an egg-shaped pot placed near the feet”
-According to the Teleograph.com and many other online magazines and reporters.
This ancient man was buried in the typical fashion a female would be buried. There isn’t much to explain why he was buried this way so the skeptical answer would be to claim him gay or a transvestite.

This opens a lot of questions for me like…
*Is this an April fool’s joke?
*Maybe he liked dressing up in his wife's clothes and that's how they want to remember him.
*What if he was bisexual?
*What if he was an outcast in his culture and so they buried him that way.

That last question makes my mind trail off… With this new discovery, Does that mean homosexuals have been always looked down upon or at some point in history someone thought it to be wrong. I don’t think we’ll ever really know what they were thinking. Or anyone past recorded time was thinking.

All I know is I'll never look at a Geico caveman commercial the same again.

So I leave this in the hands of you, reader. What are some questions you can generate and what do you think?

Side note: One blogger commented: "How do you know it's not a woman's skeleton....Easy! It's mouth was closed."

What's that place where you live called?

"There's no place like home!" Dorothy recited as she clicked her Firey-red pumps.

Home. It's a place to go after a long day to rest your weary feet. It's a place for families to grow and memories to be made. It's one of the first things you learn to draw as a youngster. (My home was made of stick figures)  In computer terminology, a 'home' may refer to a starting view that branches off into other tasks. Old people have homes too! They're called nursing homes.

Any way you look at it home is a starting foundation. The base to one's life. A house is not a home. A house is a place where you store your crap and sleep. In the morning you get up, leave, go about your daily business, and then return to do the same thing over. It has no sentimental value.  No reason to really return to other than you want your crap or you're tired.

A house can store people too. Sometimes you come home and people are eating your food or wearing your clothes. Sometimes these people are related to you. Being related to someone and living in the same place does not make a house a home. What makes a home with people  depends on the people. If they are tolerant, undemanding, and sometimes, I don't know, maybe give a rat's backside then they could possible, just maybe, almost care about anyone more than themselves ;perhaps, they could be your family. A home is not a place where conflict overrides everything. You shouldn't be able to cut the tension with a butter knife that is in your kitchen drawer .  Yes, both a house and a home have kitchens.  If you come home only when you have to; am stressed to the max; can't find common ground with the people in your kitchen; then you, my friend, are living in a house and not a home. It shouldn't have to be like that. It's unhealthy. When the foundation is cracked, the whole place starts to rumble.

This especially sucks when you are a minor and can't legally leave the house. Nor do you probably have the resources to support yourself. Everyone has troubles within their homes and every home is different. I know a few people that don't grasp how lucky they are to have a home. They have a bed to return to and know they're world isn't going to shift dramatically the next day when they wake. Or sometimes they don't realize that they don't need to fix what isn't broken. What really ticks me off is the people that make up stuff about their house-hold because they are bored. Just because you have it remotely good isn't a bad thing. You don't have to flaunt it but you don't have to deny it. It's okay to be a little happy. Making your life seem different doesn't do justice to anyone. I guess that's why homes are a big deal. It 's because they are your life.

"That's what life is. A series of rooms. And who you get stuck in the rooms with adds to what your life is." - A patient of the T.v. series House.

The people- the family- that lives in your house is what makes a home.

Even after Dorothy woke up in midget land, found a heart for a tin man, associated with a Cowardly lion, and battled some flying mutant monkeys, she still clicked her shoes and came home to the ruins of a tornado.

There's No Place Like Home.