I’d like to encourage everyone to be themselves. Life is too short to be anybody else.
How can something be so fun and so heartbreaking all at once?
Sometimes it’s actually super funny to watch acquaintances squirming to apologize after assuming we’re sisters, or to watch Mystery Method rejects stammer, searching for a cool-sounding answer to “we’re actually on a date with each other right now.”
Our country is fighting a war on drugs. We should also start to fight a war against bigotry. The next time you comment on other people’s sexuality, please put yourself in their shoes.
Love is my Christianity. Reaching out and hugging people, despite our differences, is my Christianity. Opening myself to new perspectives and beliefs and accepting them, even if they don’t coincide with my personal values, is my Christianity. Caring about other people and their hearts is my Christianity. Celebration is my Christianity.
So often American (white) liberals think that they should get a pat on the back for knowing something about another culture, for not being racist or prejudice.
You smile, and your mother asks, “what’s his name?”
It can only be described as a shard of glass piercing your heart.
Why it is not okay to give these people the same freedom and rights the society gives to straight people?
If the world doesn’t want me, then fuck the world. If you do, then that’s good enough for me.
We are brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, parents and grandparents. We are fat, thin, Black, White, Christian, Jewish, Muslim and everything in between. We are cops, bankers, teachers, lawyers, accountants and anything else you can think of. Because of those who came and fought before me, I get to live my life today as an out and proud Gay man.