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spirit day and a rant about bullying

so this past thursday was spirit day in honor of bullying, specifically lgbtq bullying.  on this day this year, america found out about another young, gay teen who took his life because he couldn’t deal with the bullying any longer.  every time i hear about a young person committing suicide due to these factors, my heart breaks a little bit more.  

i have to wonder, does anyone see through what these kids are being put?  how can anyone allow the bullying to get so bad toward them that they feel the only way out is to take their own life.  i rack my brain on a daily basis trying to figure out how i can positively affect these young lives, what kind of a thing i can do to make a difference.  i have to remember that it takes more than one voice to make a difference, but i also have to remember that if one person doesn’t start, no one will.

so this is my challenge to all of you reading this:  do something today to make a difference.  do something every day to make a difference.  collaborate with others.  take a stand.  stand up for every person.  we will make this world a better place to live.  we can do it.  one voice at a time.  we will make that one voice thousands of voices.  let’s start a movement and change things for the better.

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ncow

so i know it is no longer national coming out week, but i still would like to reflect on what happened during ncow, at least on my campus.  our straight and gay alliance, of which i am a part, had an entire week of activities planned to raise awareness and support, despite the fact that it was also homecoming week here.  some of those activities included:  a table selling “love is love” t-shirts in a variety of colors in the campus center all week, a photo shoot on ncod, a coming out panel discussion, a movie night, and a pizza party.

i think the most moving part for me was the coming out discussion.  it entailed faculty members and students giving their coming out stories and then a discussion after about the process and what not.  i asked my best friend to come to the panel with me, which she did, as she has been very supportive, and she said it was a real eye-opener.  when the discussion was over and we were back in my room, the first thing she did was give me a hug and tell me that if i ever need anything that she was there.  she also told me that she didn’t realize before how difficult it is on a daily basis for lgbtq people and how it was a struggle just because we aren’t straight. (because that should be the issue…)  it just baffled her that we’re consistently treated like second-class citizens, mainly because she knows that the only way it makes us different as people is that we tend to be more open-minded.  that made me happy.

the other awesome part of ncow was national coming out day.  on ncod we had a photo shoot where anyone could write whatever they wanted on a whiteboard and have their picture taken in front of a poster saying “i’m coming out as…”  it was so inspiring to see all the different people who participated in this event.  two of my favorite ones were someone who held a whiteboard that stated, “my gay roommate said this would mean a lot to him.”  and another that said, “it got better.” 

it was such an inspirational week.  the entire week gave me hope that this generation will make things better.  they will change this country and change the world.  we are educated and engaged young adults and wish equal rights and equitable rights for all.

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right now

right now i’ve decided i need to get this heart off the top of my blog and just throw something out there about me i suppose.

i don’t like hearts.  unless they’re hand hearts or “less than three’s.”  which is why i want the heart not at the top of my blog.  kinda throws people off.

i like coffee.  it makes me smile in the morning.  and it smells delicious.

i like boys and i like girls.  yes.  that’s right.  i’m bisexual.  i like that i’m bisexual.  really.  i do.  it’s something unique about me.  it’s something that allows me to be me and do something to help the world.  

if i wasn’t bi, i probably wouldn’t be as adamant about equal rights and equitable opportunities for all.  though maybe i would.  i have changed a lot in the past few years (shocking, i know).  but really folks, what’s wrong with equal rights?  that’s right, absolutely nothing.  if i marry my girlfriend, it is not going to cause your husband to divorce you and your kids to start shooting meth.  i know, i find that hard to believe too.

though it is all the fault of gay men (in the united states, mind you) that over ninety percent of hiv/aids infected people live on the continent of africa.  and are native to the continent of africa.  wait, oh no, it’s not. it’s not the fault of gay men here in this nice little old country of ours.  though many conservatives would have you think so.

it also disappoints me that, possibly in order to get voters on their side, all but one of the presidential candidates state that they are opposed to gay marriage in the united states.  i don’t feel like it’s that big of a deal.  one’s sexual orientation doesn’t change the person they are, it just changes who they are attracted to and fall in love with.

whoah.  life changing.  

i’m out.

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getstooobsessed:

“Mommy, they are just like me.” 

My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time.  He is in love with Blaine from Glee. 

For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.

This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love.  It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.

He loves the episode where two boys kiss.  My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’  He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.

This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father.  We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us.  Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him.  End of story.

He is also six.  Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things.  This might not mean anything at all.  We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)

Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.

“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”

“Yes, they are,” I affirm.

“They don’t like kissing girls.  They just kiss boys.”

“That’s true.”

“Mommy, they are just like me.”

“That’s great, baby.  You know I love you no matter what?”

“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.

When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment.  Then we smiled.

“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six.  Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.

Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine.  I am glad he has been born into our family.  A family full of people who will love and accept him.  People who will never want him to change.  With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.

And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.

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pauloctavious:

Happy Pi Day!
Want a slice?
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pauloctavious:

Happy Pi Day!

Want a slice?

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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi

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Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

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Random people: Tattoo’s

random-people:

“I love your tattoo’s,” he says enthusiastically. He is about four years old. The tattoo’s he loves belong to a guy in his twenties. The guy’s hair is blue and black. He has a couple of piercings in his eyebrows, nose and lips, tattoo’s cover a big part of his body and a part of his face. He looks…