Something to think about.

Found multiple times in my f-list and worth repeating:

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 woman who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened: http://www.gendernet.org/quill/pr000004.htm)

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 man who was refused medical treatment because I used to be a woman. (http://imdb.com/title/tt0276515/)

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.


Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

And the 16 day obsession comes to a close...

Yet another Olypmics has come and gone, and even though I didn't find myself as drawn into it this time around, I still got to see some good moments. And yet again I find myself wondering if I can afford to actually go see one in person. I doubt it'll happen, but it's a nice thought.

In other news, Ben was on vacation and we got to spend a lot of time together, which was lovely. And for my 5 year anniversary at work, I got a BIG bunch of flowers which I was totally not expecting. I had to put them in the one spot where Neko can't get to, so I don't get to look at them much, but they're beautiful. I wish I had a digital camera that worked, so I could take a picture. Mine died, alas. Oh well. Time to save up...

I should probably go do some bills. Maybe in a few minutes. :)