Hmm ...
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong
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Now that that's over ... ^^;
So yeah, the other thing I wanted to rant about. This morning I was supposed to be to work at seven. My alarm went off at 5:45, and I was going to take a shower. But my dad was already in there, so, half-asleep, I turned my alarm off and laid back down to catch a few more minutes of sleep, thinking, "Oh, Dad will come and wake me back up before he leaves." Nu. I woke up again at 7:46. I rushed downstairs to call work and give them my crap (however true) excuse as to why I would be more than an hour late to work, then proceeded to call my dad and gripe to him. -_- And this morning I really wanted to be there on time. **sigh** So that's the other thing I wanted to rant about, though it wasn't much of a rant.
For some reason, having Ryan working at the daycare made me feel somewhat awkward, though it was only somewhat bad when we were in the same room together. I don't know why I felt that way. Maybe because I had the strange feeling he was watching me. And his comment on how it was cute when I was comforting one of the kids kinda stuck with me too. I really wonder now if it was a good idea getting him this job. Something about him just doesn't seem to be as laid-back around kids as I thought. **shrugs** Or maybe it's the fact I feel myself constantly wanting to flirt that's making me uncomfortable. Yes, me, the girl who's on a dating strike 'til after she's married. I constantly have this nearly uncontrollable urge to flirt. It's probably because I'm young and stupid.
I have to talk about something else. Classes start in two weeks. I'm so excited. I get to take alot of psychology related classes this year, which makes me uber happy. ^^* I can't wait to be back in school again. I have alot of fun actually. Going to college makes me feel more grown up, or something. I guess it's the independence of having a car and driving there all by myself and using text books that I paid for with my own hard-earned money, taking classes that I chose that will contribute to the career that I want to have. It makes me feel that much closer to being on my own, though I have no reserves about living with my dad. He cooks for me. ^^* Actually, tonight I tried my hand in the kitchen. We made tacos. And by we I mean- well, you know. I cooked the meat, chopped the onions, tomatos, and lettuce, opened a can of olives, and even preheated the oven to warm up the shells. All by myself. It may seem like something stupid, small, and trivial to anyone else, but I felt really accomplished. Go figure. I guess it really is the little things that make me happy. Like socks. I love getting new socks. And actually, it depresses me when I have to throw socks out cuz they have holes in them.
Mm ... there must be something wrong with me if I can go from talking about college to socks in the same paragraph. o.o
So yeah, I have to go check Gaia stuff now. Bai nyan ^^//
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong
====================================
Now that that's over ... ^^;
So yeah, the other thing I wanted to rant about. This morning I was supposed to be to work at seven. My alarm went off at 5:45, and I was going to take a shower. But my dad was already in there, so, half-asleep, I turned my alarm off and laid back down to catch a few more minutes of sleep, thinking, "Oh, Dad will come and wake me back up before he leaves." Nu. I woke up again at 7:46. I rushed downstairs to call work and give them my crap (however true) excuse as to why I would be more than an hour late to work, then proceeded to call my dad and gripe to him. -_- And this morning I really wanted to be there on time. **sigh** So that's the other thing I wanted to rant about, though it wasn't much of a rant.
For some reason, having Ryan working at the daycare made me feel somewhat awkward, though it was only somewhat bad when we were in the same room together. I don't know why I felt that way. Maybe because I had the strange feeling he was watching me. And his comment on how it was cute when I was comforting one of the kids kinda stuck with me too. I really wonder now if it was a good idea getting him this job. Something about him just doesn't seem to be as laid-back around kids as I thought. **shrugs** Or maybe it's the fact I feel myself constantly wanting to flirt that's making me uncomfortable. Yes, me, the girl who's on a dating strike 'til after she's married. I constantly have this nearly uncontrollable urge to flirt. It's probably because I'm young and stupid.
I have to talk about something else. Classes start in two weeks. I'm so excited. I get to take alot of psychology related classes this year, which makes me uber happy. ^^* I can't wait to be back in school again. I have alot of fun actually. Going to college makes me feel more grown up, or something. I guess it's the independence of having a car and driving there all by myself and using text books that I paid for with my own hard-earned money, taking classes that I chose that will contribute to the career that I want to have. It makes me feel that much closer to being on my own, though I have no reserves about living with my dad. He cooks for me. ^^* Actually, tonight I tried my hand in the kitchen. We made tacos. And by we I mean- well, you know. I cooked the meat, chopped the onions, tomatos, and lettuce, opened a can of olives, and even preheated the oven to warm up the shells. All by myself. It may seem like something stupid, small, and trivial to anyone else, but I felt really accomplished. Go figure. I guess it really is the little things that make me happy. Like socks. I love getting new socks. And actually, it depresses me when I have to throw socks out cuz they have holes in them.
Mm ... there must be something wrong with me if I can go from talking about college to socks in the same paragraph. o.o
So yeah, I have to go check Gaia stuff now. Bai nyan ^^//