so why don't you give me a call when you're willing to fight for what you think is real..
..for what you think is right..
Loved this weekend. Very much fun. Me, Ashley and Nikki went to Media's sidewalk thingamajobber on Saturday. It was hot and glorious. :)
Saturday night we had a little thing at our apartment. We had the coolest bunch of cats around. Paulie stayed with us, and by far he is the cutest and sweetest boy to ever stay at our apartment. :) Carolyn and her friend Matthew came over, and Nikki slept over as well to be a a part of queer caravan to pride on Sunday. Pride was prideful. It was exciting for a little, but I do feel as though I am prideful on a daily basis for the most part, and it's a parking lot, so it was kinda eh after a while. Plus it was hot as hell. There were protesters, you know, the usual..you may think you are homosexual, but you are not and god will save repent repent sorta deals. But the cutest thing ever was for sure this group from a church I believe who wore red shirts and stood, blocking the protesters, saying, have a great pride, have a wonderful day. Adorable. :) Plus, Ashley and I were psyched that the bisexuals represented. Rock. :) heh.
However, my heart swiftly broke into pieces and my little soul that likes to believe that all people are inherently good kinda started crying on the way home. There was mucho traffic due to the fact that we decided to leave just as the Phillies' game was letting out. So, we were moving so slow, and suddenly a giant tahoe cut me off. Whatever, no big deal. So we're drivin and drivin and it's slow as shit, and suddenly the back window of the tahoe opens and the man in the back extends his stupid arm and flips us off. What? My naive little self is thinking, what the hell did I do? I'm just driving behind him. Did I pull up too close? Did I make a face when he pulled in front of me? To my dismay, the foursome sickenly enough was pissed because we were queer.
This became painfully apparent, not after all four people raised their fingers and Melissa laid on the horn for roughly 35 seconds, but after they started making crude gestures simulating a penis moving in and out of their other fingers. I nearly vomited for a second, as I was in absolute shock. I don't know why. I suppose because I've never had anything that out right happen in front of my face. I had these boys once yelling dyke and telling me to suck their cocks, but that I chalked up to immature children who probably were not even old enough to drive that car. These were four grown adults, leaving a Phillies' game.
They continue to gesture and laugh, and as soon as they could, they high-tailed it outta there. Mama bear was PISSED. Don't think I've ever driven so fast in my life. We caught up with them, still laughing and pointing. Eventually, after following them to the Lima exit of 476, we discovered that we had started following another suv off the exit ramp. Saddened a bit. But seriously, I have never been so upset. I was shaking and tearful and I wanted to just cry so bad, but I was too angry. I cannot believe people. I did NOTHING. No one in my car did ANYTHING. My car actually was pretty neutral. They just assumed we were queer, and decided from that assumption, that they pretty much hated us. Sick. I am actually nauseous thinking about it and I wanna throw up, particularly on their car. I thought bawling my eyes out would surely ensue once the drama had passed, but I am just too angry. It's empowering, as I want to do something more to create change. But still, why? It hurts and it's sad and disheartening. So, this is how I lost my faith in humanity, and how I became livid enough to do something. Anyone wanna give me some ideas cause if I don't do something positive, I will surely suck in this negative vibe. Arrrrrrrrrr.
Alright. This is it. I'm done. I'm too pissed to continue any further.
Hope everyone had a WONDERFUL Pride and that you at least feel a little affirmed and hopeful remembering people like the counter protesters and the thousands of smiling face you smiled back at at pride. Love.
Loved this weekend. Very much fun. Me, Ashley and Nikki went to Media's sidewalk thingamajobber on Saturday. It was hot and glorious. :)
Saturday night we had a little thing at our apartment. We had the coolest bunch of cats around. Paulie stayed with us, and by far he is the cutest and sweetest boy to ever stay at our apartment. :) Carolyn and her friend Matthew came over, and Nikki slept over as well to be a a part of queer caravan to pride on Sunday. Pride was prideful. It was exciting for a little, but I do feel as though I am prideful on a daily basis for the most part, and it's a parking lot, so it was kinda eh after a while. Plus it was hot as hell. There were protesters, you know, the usual..you may think you are homosexual, but you are not and god will save repent repent sorta deals. But the cutest thing ever was for sure this group from a church I believe who wore red shirts and stood, blocking the protesters, saying, have a great pride, have a wonderful day. Adorable. :) Plus, Ashley and I were psyched that the bisexuals represented. Rock. :) heh.
However, my heart swiftly broke into pieces and my little soul that likes to believe that all people are inherently good kinda started crying on the way home. There was mucho traffic due to the fact that we decided to leave just as the Phillies' game was letting out. So, we were moving so slow, and suddenly a giant tahoe cut me off. Whatever, no big deal. So we're drivin and drivin and it's slow as shit, and suddenly the back window of the tahoe opens and the man in the back extends his stupid arm and flips us off. What? My naive little self is thinking, what the hell did I do? I'm just driving behind him. Did I pull up too close? Did I make a face when he pulled in front of me? To my dismay, the foursome sickenly enough was pissed because we were queer.
This became painfully apparent, not after all four people raised their fingers and Melissa laid on the horn for roughly 35 seconds, but after they started making crude gestures simulating a penis moving in and out of their other fingers. I nearly vomited for a second, as I was in absolute shock. I don't know why. I suppose because I've never had anything that out right happen in front of my face. I had these boys once yelling dyke and telling me to suck their cocks, but that I chalked up to immature children who probably were not even old enough to drive that car. These were four grown adults, leaving a Phillies' game.
They continue to gesture and laugh, and as soon as they could, they high-tailed it outta there. Mama bear was PISSED. Don't think I've ever driven so fast in my life. We caught up with them, still laughing and pointing. Eventually, after following them to the Lima exit of 476, we discovered that we had started following another suv off the exit ramp. Saddened a bit. But seriously, I have never been so upset. I was shaking and tearful and I wanted to just cry so bad, but I was too angry. I cannot believe people. I did NOTHING. No one in my car did ANYTHING. My car actually was pretty neutral. They just assumed we were queer, and decided from that assumption, that they pretty much hated us. Sick. I am actually nauseous thinking about it and I wanna throw up, particularly on their car. I thought bawling my eyes out would surely ensue once the drama had passed, but I am just too angry. It's empowering, as I want to do something more to create change. But still, why? It hurts and it's sad and disheartening. So, this is how I lost my faith in humanity, and how I became livid enough to do something. Anyone wanna give me some ideas cause if I don't do something positive, I will surely suck in this negative vibe. Arrrrrrrrrr.
Alright. This is it. I'm done. I'm too pissed to continue any further.
Hope everyone had a WONDERFUL Pride and that you at least feel a little affirmed and hopeful remembering people like the counter protesters and the thousands of smiling face you smiled back at at pride. Love.