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Jul. 12th, 2010

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Homo/transphobia Means

A chain letter, but a damn amazing one:

  • * 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.

Mar. 26th, 2010

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Transphobes at their best:

"At any given time a tranny-twit comes to Arooo and complains about Arooo’s intolerance, he is in fact attempting to exercise his own male born privilege."

Quote found here: http://aroomofourown.wordpress.com/2009/10/06/men-being-men/

So it's not you being intolerant, it's the people you are being prejudiced against that are the hate filled bigoted ones, right, I see.

This kind of attitude just leaves me speechless, but then this author thinks that [b]all[/b] sex between a man and a woman is rape, so we are obviously dealing with someone a bit... "special" here, to say the least.

EDIT: edited to add a link to this: imeatingblueberriesthereforeimtransphobic.wordpress.com/2008/08/12/hello-world/#comments which is one of the most needlessly hate filled things I have ever read.

Feb. 18th, 2010

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A day's end or a night's start?

I've never liked heading into the sunset.  Don't get me wrong, sunsets are incredibly beautiful things which I just tend  to stand and stare at.  However I've never liked the idea of traveling into them.  For me, it always feels like your chasing after something; that the past day is not complete and you want to catch up with the end of it to squeeze something else in its dieing moments.

In which I try being artistic...Collapse )

Feb. 10th, 2010

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To Be Either X or Y?

DISCLAIMER: this is a somewhat sensitive subject for me, so if I break down crying in the middle, please excuse the tear stains.

I just want to feel right in myself...Collapse )

Jan. 31st, 2010

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Beautiful like ME!

I just want to post the lyrics to this song:

Beautiful by JoydropCollapse )

Not only do I find them incredibly beautiful, but I think they hold a very important message both to me and to everyone else in today's society. Everyone is beautiful in their own way, so stop trying to find your own beauty in someone elses way but realise your own beauty, and let the rest of the world see that as well.
god's fanclub

Very good, very good...

"Paganism is not a proper religion because it doesn't have a code of ethics" (to paraphrase a christian speaker on tv this morning)

This just rubs me up the wrong way for two main reasons, one on a personal level and one on a more general level. 

DISCLAIMER: seeing as this is the internet (and how much people love to get offended in general) that this is in no way an attack on any other religion, just on the ignorance of people making statements like that.

Just don't be a dick, ok?Collapse )


PS: this is the first time on here that I've sort of managed to keep to a single point an argument all the way through a post, I am not sure if this is because of the rage driving me to write this or that I've improved as a write, although I suspect that it is the former.

PPS: This has inspired me to dust this blog of a bit and maybe even write on here a bit more regularly, we shall see how this goes and how long it lasts...

Sep. 14th, 2009

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Right, I know I haven't posted in forever, and that's because I have had nothing to say, so why bother saying it? (retorical question, by the way) but now I have something to say, and I want to say it to someone, so why not everyone?

In which is discussed the meaning of life, in a sort of roundabout, drunken, way...Collapse )

Your strength should come from what is inside you, not other people, not what you have, or what you try to be.  The people who truely understand this, they are the wise ones, they are the happy ones, they have complete lives, and nothing can take this away from them.  This is true strength, and while this has taken me 21 years to work out, at least I have, and I feel a much more whole person for realising it. And that is what truely matters, whether you are truely whole person or not, because that is where real happiness comes from.

Dec. 24th, 2008


Merry Yule


What does Yule mean to me?

It's not all about the presents...Collapse )

So a Blessed Yule to you all =)


Dec. 5th, 2008

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Valhala here I come!

Grave Goods.

There, that looks like a good start. Don't you find that starting things is always the hardest bit of them (other than getting an essay up to it's word limit when you already ran out of things to say 500 words ago)?  But there is something about taking that first step, out into the unknown, getting that momentum started, getting off your lazy arse and actually making a start on something.  I find that I can never write the introduction to an essay when I start writing the essay, how am I supposed to when I have no idea of the exact tone and style that I'll write the essay in? I have to leave the word "introduction" floating in brackets at the top of the page, in the vain hope of being inspired to write something there more substantial before the hand in date. This isn't just true of essays, but starting anything new always requires that extra bit of courage to take that risk and do something different and unknown. If only everything was like Live journal posts, where you can write two words as an introduction and then get into the meat of your argument straight away, or a different argument in this posts case, but you get my point.

From difficult beginings to harder endings...Collapse )

And this post did have a much better introduction, still about that totally unrelated topic but a piece of writing I was rather proud of, which is a big thing for me, and then Firefox decided to open a page no just in the tab I told it to but in this one as well, so I lost it. I therefore had to cobble that paragraph together from half remember arguments, which is why it sucks and I'll now never be happy with it. But that's life I guess; at least, seems to be my life at the moment.

Nov. 11th, 2008

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Life in plastic, it's fantastic

Is plastic surgery worth it? Is plastic surgery a good thing?

Hear about the plastic surgeon who stood too close to a radiator and melted?Collapse )

So if you are thinking about going under the knife, think about what I have said, long and hard, and ask yourself: "is it worth it?"

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