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Think About It..

Just a little while ago a man by the name of Ryan James Yezak released a video to promote awareness of the lack of gay rights in the country. Its other goal is to bring attention to a documentary that James was making detailing those discriminations within our society. I have a few things to say, but I really ask that you watch this video. It will take up five minutes of your day. I ask that you watch this with an open heart and think about it..

I was raised in a country where the members of Congress, the President, and the American people wanted a seperation of church and state. In fact, this country’s founders, despite what many people want you to believe, was founded by people who were tired of religion in government. So why is the notion of gay people marrying still even a debate within politicians’ minds? Because, there is bigotry. Simply put, in its most unrefined definition, people don’t like people different than themselves. Often times, this mindset is most prevelent in religon.

It was the idea of religion, you know the one about “its in the Bible”, that people used to counteract the abolition of slavery, women’s equal rights, and cross-ethnic marriages. It was those people, who do not have their scientific facts together, that scared the country into thinking all gay people had HIV, and that they shouldn’t give blood, semen, or bone marrow.(By the way, all of those statutes are still in place today.)

There is fear of the unknown; I get that. I understand the tiny, yet overwhelming, thought that enters one’s brain and can disrupt an entire life’s worth of thinking. I know what its like to be afraid, scared of thinking, scared of acting, scared of being who you really are. I have been afraid for many years, petrified really. I can connect with the idea of losing everyone, everything, around you.

To have walls is normal, we all build them. We lock people out; our ideas and thougths are our hostages. We take a single thought, decipher it, reword it, reword it again, and again, and again. We try our best to take that thought, which doesn’t fit into society, and make it fit. We polish it, buff it, chip off the rust; we make it look as good as we can. Then we release it into the world.

I can remember the first time I had the thought that I liked boys. I was in third grade. I remember quite clearly that I not only wanted but needed to be around him. I wanted to kiss his cheek so badly. Then as I grew, those unexpressed thoughts became stronger but so did the hatred for gay people.

I come from a divorced home where half of my family is Catholic and the other half Protestant. Needless to say, I have been exposed to the traditional Christian menatality concerning gay people. I have heard the bashing, experienced the bullying, and have been one of those kids who contemplated suicide. I’ve hated myself. So, I prayed. I prayed every night for years. I hoped God would take this away from me, this sin.

Yes, I am Christian. I believe in a God that loves his creation. I believe that all people are his creation (that also includes gay people). I believe that one day we will be judged for our actions, lack of actions, hate, and love.

It has taken me this long to announce proudly that I am gay. I was born gay. It is not a choice. So, for those of you who want to start pointing the finger, let me ask you a few questions. Why would I choose a life where I can’t marry, can’t adopt kids with my husband, can’t give blood or bone marrow? Why would I choose a life where people spit on me, are afraid of me, look down upon me as if I am the dirt they walk on? Why would I risk loosing friends and family? Why would I choose this?

Also, you say this is a sin. The Bible calls it an abomination. You seem to miss the other verses where shelfish, leather, short hair, and showing skin are also an abomination. You seem to miss the verses where kids are stoned to death in the town square for disobeying their parents, or brides are murdered because they aren’t virgins on their wedding day. You say this is a sin. Therefore, you say its a choice. If my homosexuality is a choice you have to accept that sexuality as a whole is a choice. So tell me, when did you choose to be straight?

I am the happiest I’ve ever been, and I hope that one day the feelings that I have for myself, and who I’m becoming, will be the broadcasted message to gay youth. Being gay does not mean you will live a horrible life without family or friends. No, being gay means you will live like everyone else, get a job, have fun with your friends, and find someone that you love. That person will just be the same gender.

Let your light shine in the darkness to be a guide for others. Love.

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Marriage Equality: It’s Simple

In the past week, marriage equality has taken center stage across the nation with the ban of gay marriage in North Carolina and the announcement by President Barack Obama supporting same-sex marriages. In fact, it seems to be the central social issue for the coming election.

The fact that this “issue” is even an issue astounds me and leaves me flabbergasted. This should not even be a debate in a country that guarantees the pursuit of happiness. There should be marriage equality in this country regardless of the people being talked about. So whether you are black, Muslim, atheist, gay, Buddhist, Christian, Native American, or if you believe that ducks create magic clouds full of money you have a right to marry.

The rights of my fist end where the rights of your nose begin. I particularly like that phrase. It is so symbolic of the ideology on which this country was founded. Meaning: I can do whatever I like; it is my right. However, once my right to do what I want interferes with someone else’s right then I am limited. This mentality seems to be manipulated by ridiculously conservative Christians to say that a same-sex marriage affects a heterosexual marriage. How? After all, those two people are still going to love each other with or without the document. So by not allowing them to marry, their love is not crushed just their spousal rights. How do the spousal rights of one couple, heterosexual or homosexual, affect another couple?

The United States of America has always striven to have a defined line between state/federal policy and religion. This is something that the founders thought necessary after being under such oppressive religious intolerance. This includes Buddhism, Islam, Judaism, Mormonism, Atheism, Satanism, and any other religious organization. So the arguments proclaiming homosexuality being condemned in the Bible, which is also another argument, is completely irrelevant to the marriage debate because the argument is strictly about the legal document. If you don’t want to have a gay marriage in your church, that’s fine. But to deny the legal document, that grants special privileges to two people who have chosen to live their live together as one, is preposterous. After all, we allow atheists to marry who think Christians are loony and don’t believe God has anything to do with the institution, or that God even exists.

Now, I am a Christian. Obviously, I don’t fall under the general consensus of the Christian population. But anyway, I believe that Christians in this country are far too entitled. Why their personal religious beliefs should be shoved down the throats of all of America is unknown. It is easy for Christians to want a “Christian America” because that is all they have known. However, who’s to say that in 50 years the majority of policy makers won’t be Islamic; it is the fastest growing religion worldwide. I wouldn’t want any other religion in government, and if I apply that mentality to other religions, I must apply it to Christianity.

After those bullet points have been address, one might wonder what else is left to debate. Quite honestly, any other argument is just a last-ditch attempt to keep a separate but equal mentality in the country. This debate is bigotry at it’s finest. Marriage equality needs to be written into federal law. It should not be left up to the states. Otherwise, half of this country would still ban interracial marriage.

Sure, the definition of marriage is changing. It has always been changing. It went from men owning wives and concubines to same race marriages all with many different interpretations in between. Now, we need to define marriage based on what is experienced, that’s love. Now, for those of you about to make the argument that bestiality and polygamy are examples of love please just take a second. In the issue of gay marriage we are talking about two individuals of the same species not more than one person of an interspecies marriages So, please stop trying to make the argument that the next thing will be people marrying goats; I doubt that will happen anytime soon.

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In short, let people live their lives in peace. They are simply asking for equal rights; they don’t have some agenda to take over the world. Love.

Dance

I am starting off this post begging those few loyal followers to forgive me for my tardiness in writing new posts. The last two weeks were finals, and I seriously had to commit to my studies.

With the closing of the year, I am feeling so many different emotions. I feel like a pregnant lady in the mall who finds out she has to start shopping in the maternity section. At first though there was only one looming feeling that has been anchored into my heart. Sadness.

Over the course of nine months, I have gained so many new friends. I have grown more than anyone could ever imagine. I have changed. So much so, that the group of friends I have surrounded myself with have ultimately changed my life. and I couldn’t imagine my day-to-day life without them. To begin to think about leaving them was something I was dreading. And so the emotion-packed excursion began.

First, one friend trickled out. I wasn’t that sad, not because I didn’t care about them, but because their leaving was not real inside of my head; it hadn’t set in. Then another left and another and another. With each friend, the emotions rose. However, it wasn’t until my hour-and-a-half drive home that I broke down and started to bawl. Then, a song came on my ipod that seemed to change my thinking.

Now, call me corny or cheesy, but I believe everything in life has a great meaning and purpose. The song “I Hope You Dance” by Lee Ann Womack seemed to be translating that great message. Yes, I know it is about leaving the one you love and hoping the very best for them. I know; I bought the song. But, in this situation, it seemed to be applicable to me and my posse.

I realized that in four months time I will be right back to listening to stories that will cause me to cry with laughter, and telling stories of my own summer adventures. I will continue to grow and live life, as will my friends. I want them, not to be thinking about me, but to be enjoying one of their last summers as young adults. I want them, pardon the expression, to dance. Yes, I will miss them, but I know that four months will fly by as fast as first semester.

A Child Is Listening

Jeesh, I bet he does nothing with his life. Gosh, she sure is a “lady of the night”. Oh man, he is probably shooting up right now. There is no way she has any friends. Man, they’re fat. Oh yeah, he’s gay. She is definitely anorexic. I just know he cheats on his girlfriend.

Judgments are made throughout the whole day. As humans, it is innate to be reading every surface, person, and place with our eyes and pass a judgment on it. I understand this because I am equally guilty of it. Even when I am not vocal about my verdict, I am filtering through the images to make a quick decision about someone at a much deeper level than my eyes could possibly read.

Stereotypes. This is what the pompous, high horse, mentality is based on. If a woman is slightly masculine, then she has to be a lesbian. If a person dresses in all black, then he/she is probably casting a voodoo spell on us as we speak. If a person comes from a Hispanic background then they obviously are good at manual labor. These moronic ideas help fuel the hate, discord, and lack of effort from opposing views that has influenced the deconstruction of the American promise; all men are created equal.

After being the victim of bullying at a young age, I have a very good understanding of the impact that a single voice can have on the emotional development of a child. It is actually quite amazing to me that hundreds of praises, pats on the back, and standing ovations can all be erased by a single negative comment of a pimply faced 7th grader. These impacts last a lifetime.

It has come to my attention that a movie, “Bully” is going to be released on Friday. This documentary film follows the paths of many young students who fall victim to malicious bullying. The film has amazing potential to reach out, touch, and change young people who do not realize the impact of their words and actions. The cycle of bullying, like so many other problems, can only be stopped through education of the young. It is the teaching of our youth today that influences the adults of tomorrow. My hope is that this film can be the much needed wake-up call to a society full of people obsessed with placing their moral, spiritual, economical, and political views on each other, and that a respectful communication can be established that allows freedom with disagreement.

I believe Mary Griffith said it best, “So, before you echo “amen” in your home and place of worship. Think. Think and remember a child is listening.”

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