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[Listening to "Listen To The Band" - The Monkees]
songs in iTunes library: 1131
Uh... Forgot what I wanted to post *lol* Whatever.
Please check this out, even if you're not a fan: The Action Sherlock Brain Theater. It's more than hilarious - action figures re-acting famous cases from the canon, with a Watson that's as wide as he is tall, a sumo ringer as Mycroft, and a completely pissed off Sherlock who has mastered the art of evil thought bubbles. And of course various assortments of huns, dinosaurs, lions, and, erm, scantily clad Barbies.
Just this one thing to the so-called World Youth Day (heh, even the tv news guy said he was "pope-tired"): who the fuck do these bloody pilgrims think they are? It's bad enough that the poop pope ignored the 500 homosexual demonstrants, who were standing very peacefully on the side of a street in Cologne he drove along, just waving their rainbow flags. But then one of them had the freaking audacity to leave there to go and get something to drink, and therefore had to squeeze through a group of American catholics. He's still in hospital, beaten by more than five oh-so-christian homophobics. I won't even comment this.
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.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
Don't need to do that, of course. I guess everyone who thinks otherwise would have long ago stopped being my friend ;)
refreshed]
[Listening to "Listen To The Band" - The Monkees]
songs in iTunes library: 1131
Uh... Forgot what I wanted to post *lol* Whatever.
Please check this out, even if you're not a fan: The Action Sherlock Brain Theater. It's more than hilarious - action figures re-acting famous cases from the canon, with a Watson that's as wide as he is tall, a sumo ringer as Mycroft, and a completely pissed off Sherlock who has mastered the art of evil thought bubbles. And of course various assortments of huns, dinosaurs, lions, and, erm, scantily clad Barbies.
Just this one thing to the so-called World Youth Day (heh, even the tv news guy said he was "pope-tired"): who the fuck do these bloody pilgrims think they are? It's bad enough that the poop pope ignored the 500 homosexual demonstrants, who were standing very peacefully on the side of a street in Cologne he drove along, just waving their rainbow flags. But then one of them had the freaking audacity to leave there to go and get something to drink, and therefore had to squeeze through a group of American catholics. He's still in hospital, beaten by more than five oh-so-christian homophobics. I won't even comment this.
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.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
Don't need to do that, of course. I guess everyone who thinks otherwise would have long ago stopped being my friend ;)