Homophobia and You: They’re people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!

*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 did not 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.
*I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

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I’m not really one to grab such things, but this is something I want to keep around.

Anyway… The week has been… blah. Yes. Blah. Before I get into it, though, I mention something that probably should have been noted about a week ago. My brother smuggled a kitten into the house. We have five already. He does not intend to keep it forever. He’s been asking around and looking into shelters that don’t kill animals.

The bugger is cute. I remember before I gotPeabody, I spoke about what kind of cat I was interested in. Black. Yeah. I wanted a black short-hair. I got the exact opposite. Heh.

Well, at that, you have the description of this one. I automatically saw him as “Max”. My mom calls him “Midnight”. He is just a kitten. A girl at my brother’s work found him under a dumpster.

I’m sure all of us (Mom, Brother and me) would love to keep him, but we already have five cats in this house already. Even I think five is plenty. We kept him hidden from my dad for a while. Dad found out though on Sunday night I believe. Perhaps he even found out Monday? Anyway, he asked my mother when she got home if she knew about the cat in my brother’s room. Heh.

Well, time for a recap…

Friday was fine. Mom’s haircut appointment was an hour earlier than she thought it was… therefore, we were quite lucky to have left at8:30rather than nine. Her appointment took about three hours. Mine? I was probably thirty minutes. Heh.

The time in between was spent wandering the mall. I go to three certain places, but I know I won’t find or buy anything that I am in search of. Why? I know of places that sell the thing I’m looking at far cheaper. I’m thrifty. Oh well.

Saturday, my dad and brother moved my sister’s stuff for her apartment. I spent the day reading. I had gotten a book and an eBay purchase the day before. The book was good. It had humor in the first half and all that junk. Sadly, despite it was a good read it was forgettable. Perhaps it is just that I am forgetful? Heh.

Sunday we finally went grocery shopping. I cannot remember anything else during that day though. My father decided to make me some German potato salad. Sigh… I eat it, but I really cannot say I like his attempts. He uses different recipes time to time… but… Dang.

I’m picky. It had too much vinegar (made me feel sick, damn it!), the onions could be chopped smaller, and again, I think the potatoes could have been mashed up more as well as cooked a little bit longer. Then again, the potato consistency I like happens to be mashed potatoes, which my dad will not do. Damn it, I know what I like. Who says German potato salad can’t have mashed potatoes? The place we go to in that shop town makes them that way! …Well, back to my dad’s attempt, at least this version did not have eggs mixed in.

Monday was an out of it day. I was up all night, at breakfast, brushed teeth, fell asleep, woke up, did chores, laid down when a migraine it, rose again to go to Lowe’s with my dad, came home, popped some Advil and went to sleep. Five or six hours later I wake again, did some more chores, ate cereal, watched Shark and Cold Case with Mom and then retreated to my room to work on something until it was around three.

I got up around nine Tuesday. Did the usual, took a nap, woke at three and eventually had my checkup at the dentist come four. I thought it was for a cleaning, but instead it was merely to take x-rays. My real cleaning will likely be a month from now. In any case, she said my teeth look good so far. Yay…

I came home to find I had my second book come in. From then to around eight-thirty I had eaten, rested a while and eventually watched shows with my parents. After that it was clearing my head and taking a shower. Finally by nine-thirty or so, I opened that book. Other than a short break to eat something by the two-hundredth page, I read untilfour AM.

The book was not the theme I thought it was going to be, but it was good. It lagged a bit in the beginning, but was overall fine. A bad book for me is one that lags enough to the point I cannot even finish it. In my “serious” reading ventures, that has only happened twice in my life in regards to books that are not anthologies.

I finally went to sleep around four-thirty to five and stayed out of it until about four in the afternoon. From then to today, things went pretty much as usual.