So You Wanna Be a Lesbian…
March 29, 2008
I am blown away by the representation of lesbian relationships in film, literature, and society. Often the misrepresentation is perpetuated by the GLBT community much in the same way as ‘nigger’ is in the black community. A common misnomer is that one girl has to be the guy and the other has to be the girl; moreover, one has to be more feminine to further represent their ‘role’ in the relationship. Yet many women are attracted to women because they are a woman (among other things, but certainly not because they are a man) so why would they want to be with a woman that presents herself like a man? The ideas of ‘roles’ is further perpetuated by the labels we apply to these roles: stud/butch/femme.
Because lesbian porn is the most popular aspect that society gets to see of the lesbian community, there is often a huge misconception of how two women share intimacy. It is a little known fact that many more lesbian relationships have less oral than is represented in the porn industry. Not to say it is a majority (I really do not care to gather that data), but it is substantially different. Read more
Tags: lesbian, stud, butch, femme
Why I’m Not An Activist
March 14, 2008
I love my girlfriend with all my heart, mind, and soul. I would do anything for her, stand by her no matter what, and be happy spending forever with her. I would love to marry her. I would love to have the same benefits as heterosexual couples have. I would love for there to be no seperation. Just as segregation was slowly shunned, I know that integration is a process. I’ve even noted that we should be ready to make compromises in order to get what we want.
I want the rights…but I do not want to be an activist.
I cannot be a gay rights activist because I never really embraced the label. Just as I think there should be no divisions between ’straights’ and ‘gays’, I have never liked the idea of restrictions that a label represents. I cannot be an activist in general because I do not like the stigma that they perpetuate. Activists become so engrossed in their causes at times that they lose sight of the motivating factors; it becomes a race to win rather than a fight for equality. Read more
Tags: activist, gay rights activist
Child Abused
March 11, 2008
You look at me
over there;
you judge my life
without a care.
you see the bad
inside of me,
instead of the good
that I could be.
you stunt my growth
with every hit,
for love with hate
just don’t fit. Read more
Addictive Personality
March 10, 2008
**If you get offended, please re-read this as I am sure you probably have misread me**
You can go to AA, NA, GA, ALANON, and any other support group you can think of whether it be for obesity or a chemical dependancy. Addicted to food? Over-Eaters Anonymous can help! Can’t get the taste of a good brew out of your mouth? Alcoholics Anonymous is a call away! Have an itch to throw your money away at every card table on your way home from work? Get the Gamblers Anonymous team on your side! What if you are addicted to love? Or defeat? Wouldn’t a love addiction lead to a definate defeat? Read more
Tags: Addicted, Anonymous, love
Secretly, You Lift Me Up
March 9, 2008
I try to read the secrets on PostSecret.com religiously; usually I never forget a week. Most of the secrets are dark, lonely, depressing, and raw. From time to time, you will read a secret that says ‘because I read your secret…’ that tells of how someone else’s secret affected someone else’s life. And it’s not so hard to believe because secretly, they do the same to you.
I was watching the PostSecret videos again today and still I felt this movement all over my body when I read/hear some of the secrets. I had seen the videos over and over again before, read the secrets, and knew what was coming, but it still sparked the ‘emotion’ in most of society that is empathy, care, concern, consciousness, and humanity. It is an empowering feeling, and I got to thinking about why. Read more
ADD And Me
March 8, 2008
So I’ve been kinda diagnosed with ADD/ADHD…it varies depending on which therapist you talk to, but I’m sure most of my friends would agree with the latter. The problem this poses for me is not in my social interactions or in my overall well being, but in accomplishing goals that I have wanted to complete for awhile now. Take for instance this blog. I love sitting down and writing my thoughts on the world and society as I see it, but to look at it depresses me. I chose the theme because red is my favorite color and I have always enjoyed red and dark gray together. That combined with the fact that I wanted a 3-column theme where my content was always on the far left made this theme a great find. But I don’t like it. Read more
Why I Shouldn’t Be A Christian
March 6, 2008
I was surfing the net and came across an article written by a mother about her son’s revelation that he was gay. She speaks of what her own feelings on homosexuality were before going through this ‘trial’ with her son. When I started to read it, I wanted to stop immediately. But rather than close myself off like she was presenting herself as doing, I continued to read. It was not getting any better.
She tells of when she read the note from her son that she had to call him and talk to him. She says that she made reference to Romans 8:38-39 where the Bible explicitely tells us that there is nothing that can seperate us from the love of God. STOP!
There is nothing.
Now wait a minute. Is it not the Christian advocate that dooms me to hell for loving another woman? Is it not the Christian advocate that says that God does not love me? Yet the Bible poses a different stance? The Bible is saying that my God loves me no matter what!?!?! “Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God.” I would think that the all-knowing and all-powerful God would first know what He is talking about, but second have the power to still love me. Do you doubt His power? Cause I don’t.
Sure, God may not condone my actions (again, another debate for another post), but nor does he condone the actions of any sinner. And that is what we all are: sinners.
Back to the story. She goes on to say that she tried to tell her son that he needed to renounce this lifestyle. She did some investigative work and apparently found an organization of ex-homosexuals who had essentially come back to God. Hoping her son would jump on the opportunity to be reformed, she presented him with her newfound knowledge. He told her that he did not feel trapped, and moreover that he was born gay. To which she writes of her sorrow over his deception. STOP!
Does not the Bible teach that we are all sinners at birth? Therefore if we are born sinners and to be gay is a sin, how is it wrong to say that we were born gay? We were born with this sin (again, a debate for another post) that is homosexuality.
Back to the scared sinner. She goes on to tell about these wounded souls that her son brings home from time to time; whether or not she is convinced that they have turned gay because of the scars they hide or wear is not apparent, and I do not want to make assumptions, but the direction was there.
I was abused as a child. My mother would beat us with whatever she could get her hands on the quickest. If it was the vaccum chord or the stainless steel spatula, she did not care so long as it was readily available. Yet, my sister got the real brunt of the abuse. My mother knew it would hurt me so much more than any beating ever could– to see her hit my sister and me not being able to do anything about it. She beat my sister once with this belt that was made of crushed jewels. It had no protective covering over it so even the slightest touch might prick you. I wanted to lunge at my mother that night.
So why is it that my sister has two beautiful kids and is about to marry the man whom she thinks is the world? And yet I am the one madly in love with the woman whom I think is the world? Perhaps we wear our scars differently, but I did try to have relationships with men. But there was never any chemistry. How do I know? Because the sparks and physical reactions that I have when I just think about my baby’s love for me is something that I have never felt with any man. My whole body tingles when she says just even my name. And the Christian advocate wants me to turn away love? The very love that they seek out themselves but can embrace because they get it from a man?
There is wonderful read by Bertrand Russell called Why I Am Not a Christian. Every time I read it, I leave with something new. While it is not really relevant to the topic of homosexuality, it does address ‘the church’ and ‘religion’ as he sees it and more. I could never denounce God and will make a post in the future about my thoughts on this particular read, but I believe that Christian advocates are a great reason why I should not be a Christian. It is just a shame that I know the truth far too well not to not be one.
Tags: homosexuality, Bible, God, Christian, Christian advocate
