NO ON PROP 8
That's all I can really say right now.
I am FUMING this is even an issue. I'll give my 2 cents once my anger subsides.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Really...
I don't think my brother couldn't have said it any better.
I don't think my brother couldn't have said it any better.
It sickens me to think about Prop 8. It's totally wrong. NOBODY should be discriminated against. NOBODY has the right to tell other people how to live their lives, who to associate themselves with, and especially whom people can and cannot love. I noticed that those who are saying YES to Prop 8 are very ignorant. Yes it's a little ironic that I am generalizing the "generalizers," but that isn't the point here. I've noticed that GENERALLY speaking, those who are for 8 are the following.
-Old White People (yeah, I said it)
-Old people in general
-Blindly religious
-Closed minded
-Discriminating
-Probably are afraid of minorities
-Homophobes (usually those who don't know any homosexuals or even deny knowing one)
Okay enough generalizations...
I want to clear things with you who intend on saying Yes to 8.
-People were somehow led to think that a church can be sued if the church declines a gay marriage.
Chruches do many things that it's conregation don't agree with, but it's not to a point where the church can have a lawsuit on their hands because of their own beliefs. This whole issue is a CIVIL ISSUE not a religious one.
-Schools will require to teach about gay marriage.
This has nothing to do with education. Schools teach about sex. Get over it. Penises and Vaginas are what we have. What we do with them is up to us. When was the last time you heard, "I'm gonna teach your child this material whether you like it or not!" Besides any good school and teacher would openly communicate with the parents of the students anyway. It will be known that sensitive subjects will be taught, and there is an option for the parents to not allow their child to take part. (Remember the good, old-fashioned permission slip?)
-People can be sued over their own beliefs.
Really now? Last time I checked, California law prohibits discrimination against race, religion, gender, or orientation. If this were true, sexual harassment wouldn't really be enforced. Or signs saying "Only whites allowed" would be in any type of establishment. Perhaps I wouldn't get a job because I am a Filipino.
This is a load of crap. Proposition 8 is stupid and should NOT be passed. Please vote NO on 8. Everyone is free to choose their lives. You wouldn't want people telling you how to live YOUR life. Parents, don't you get annoyed when other people tell you how to raise your own kids.
Let's think of it this way. People are so ignorant about this issue that these policies might as well be made. (just in case you are an idiot...the following is simply satirical)
-Buddhists, Muslims, and Taoists cannot get married. They are not of Christian values, therefore should not be allowed to marry. The laws are not solely based on religious values. Civil rights are rights for everyone. Not just "straight" people.
-People can ONLY marry those within their own race because they will ruin each others culture and heritage. Mixed marriages should be forbidden.
If supporters of Prop 8 can equate Gay marriage with Hitler. Then I can say this. If you support 8, you might as well be a KKK Member. You are SO discriminating, that you will do anything to not allow those outside of your narrow minded beliefs.
PLEASE VOTE NO ON 8.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Saturday, October 04, 2008
A Gay Ol' Time
Since the boyfriend is out of town, I decided to have a little boys night out with a couple of friends. After basking in a certain kind of "mature environment," I soon learned that there is a certain kind of mold in the gay world that I had no idea that I didn't really fit into, nor do I think I really want to be a part of. I guess it's just not me.
Now, let me preface this entry by stating this:
I am not suggesting that the people that I am about to blog about are in any way, condescending, rude, self-righteous, or anything really remotely negative. This is just me being an observer and these feelings arose in this given situation. In fact, they were all quite amiable.
Never in my little gay life have I felt out of place within a gay microcosm. As I sat in an expensive, well furnished, West Hollywood apartment, I felt the least "gay" (for lack of a more useful description) in a well-mannered and well kept group of a socially-conscious gay herd of LA. I introverted myself in my oddly hemmed Seven Jeans, H&M shirt and New Era Tokidoki hat. I was in the middle of these seemingly cavalier gay men who exuded such a vibe of "perfection" that it was almost pretentious to me. Each iPhone wielding, designer denim wearing, well toned male made me feel so odd and stupidly self-conscious about myself and my place in life. They were all cut from the same mold and all meshed well together. Seriously, I dressed like a high-schooler next to them...but at least I thought I looked cute. =)
"Damn," I thought to myself, "I didn't realize that I prefer the company of a more 'ghetto' gay group." Not that they were a bad group... It's just that I really felt like that half shriveled brown fry in your extra value meal that no one really wants to eat.
During bouts of solitude, I would text my boyfriend to ease the awkwardness cloud that enveloped me. I would hide my broke-ass sidekick under the table in hopes no one notices how jacked up my phone is.
As the drinks continued to flow in the apartment, I gained the liquid courage to try to converse with all of them. I really felt out of place, but they were all at least congenial towards me...not that I had anything really substantial to offer.
With all things considered, I had a great time and met some people. I was pretty tossed since I drank with them. After all, I didn't want to leave a bad impression on a new group that I have been introduced to.
Yeah, we all say that we wouldn't try to fit into some mold...but wait till a certain kind of eye is watching you. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite content with who I am, but I had a little glimpse of my gay future and honestly... I don't know how I really feel about it.
Just grow up, be successful, be myself, and take shit from NO ONE.
Thanks. Though a rocky start, I had a fun boys night out.
Since the boyfriend is out of town, I decided to have a little boys night out with a couple of friends. After basking in a certain kind of "mature environment," I soon learned that there is a certain kind of mold in the gay world that I had no idea that I didn't really fit into, nor do I think I really want to be a part of. I guess it's just not me.
Now, let me preface this entry by stating this:
I am not suggesting that the people that I am about to blog about are in any way, condescending, rude, self-righteous, or anything really remotely negative. This is just me being an observer and these feelings arose in this given situation. In fact, they were all quite amiable.
Never in my little gay life have I felt out of place within a gay microcosm. As I sat in an expensive, well furnished, West Hollywood apartment, I felt the least "gay" (for lack of a more useful description) in a well-mannered and well kept group of a socially-conscious gay herd of LA. I introverted myself in my oddly hemmed Seven Jeans, H&M shirt and New Era Tokidoki hat. I was in the middle of these seemingly cavalier gay men who exuded such a vibe of "perfection" that it was almost pretentious to me. Each iPhone wielding, designer denim wearing, well toned male made me feel so odd and stupidly self-conscious about myself and my place in life. They were all cut from the same mold and all meshed well together. Seriously, I dressed like a high-schooler next to them...but at least I thought I looked cute. =)
"Damn," I thought to myself, "I didn't realize that I prefer the company of a more 'ghetto' gay group." Not that they were a bad group... It's just that I really felt like that half shriveled brown fry in your extra value meal that no one really wants to eat.
During bouts of solitude, I would text my boyfriend to ease the awkwardness cloud that enveloped me. I would hide my broke-ass sidekick under the table in hopes no one notices how jacked up my phone is.
As the drinks continued to flow in the apartment, I gained the liquid courage to try to converse with all of them. I really felt out of place, but they were all at least congenial towards me...not that I had anything really substantial to offer.
With all things considered, I had a great time and met some people. I was pretty tossed since I drank with them. After all, I didn't want to leave a bad impression on a new group that I have been introduced to.
Yeah, we all say that we wouldn't try to fit into some mold...but wait till a certain kind of eye is watching you. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite content with who I am, but I had a little glimpse of my gay future and honestly... I don't know how I really feel about it.
Just grow up, be successful, be myself, and take shit from NO ONE.
Thanks. Though a rocky start, I had a fun boys night out.
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