Happy Thanksgiving! (Part Deux)

My friend sent me this this morning. <3

Naughty Things You Can Only Say On Thanksgiving.................
1. Talk about a huge breast!
2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.
3. It's Cool Whip time!
4. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!
5. That's one terrific spread!
6. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.
7. Are you ready for seconds yet?
8. Its a little dry, do you still want to eat it?
9. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!
10. Don't play with your meat.
11. Just spread the legs open & stuff it in.
12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once?
13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!
14. You still have a little bit on your chin.
15. How long will it take after you stick it in?
16. You'll know it's ready when it pops up

Happy Thanksgiving!

This year I am grateful for YOU! I love you!!!

The Sad Truth

This made me really sad- because it's so true.

I want all my gay friends (and myself!) to be able to have a family(children) if they want one, and I'll do whatever I can to help them see that dream come true. We're here. We're human. We just want to love. How is that so wrong?

Worst Movie Ever.

Okay, maybe not ever (lookin' at you, Temple of Doom) but seriously.....this movie was terrible. No point. So glad I got it off Redbox, because I'm regretting paying even the $1.29 for it.

Actually, it did reinforce my understanding that I need to marry money. But, y'know. I knew that. (The arts degree and all...)

I Miss This Dog!

And Cutest Couple Ever Award Goes To...

Because seriously. They're adorable.

The Lord of the Rings....and Gay Rights

I seriously feel like this is turning into a gay rights blog...that wasn't my intention, but I feel like it all needs to be said. I'm up at my grandparents for Thanksgiving (cut the last 3 classes I had, had to get out of Provo) and as such, I've already watched heaps of Star Trek and Lord of the Rings.

I really love Lord of the Rings (and Star Trek, but that's different). There are so many moments when it really stands up, says what it means to be human. There are specific parts in the trilogy that I really just love...this is one of them. It's always meant a lot to me, but now I think I needed it more than ever.

"How can that be your decision?"

"This is not our war."

"But you're part of this world! Aren't you? You must help! Please! You must do something."

"You are young and brave, Master Merry. But your part in this tale is over. Go back to your home."

"Maybe Treebeard's right. We don't belong here Merry...it's too big for us. What can we do, in the end? We've got the Shire. Maybe we should go home."

"The fires of Isengard will spread. And the woods of Tuckbourough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won't be a Shire, Pippin."

This always reminded me of this poem. Gay rights aren't just gay rights...they're human rights. If you let others' rights get taken away, no one will be there to stand up for yours

“I can’t do this, Sam.”

“I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mister Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you... and meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mister Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, but they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something."

"What are we holding onto, Sam?"

"That there’s some good, in this world, Mr Frodo….and it’s worth fighting for."

"So much death....what can men do against such reckless hate?"

"Ride out...ride out and meet them head on."

A Hopeless Place

With all the anti-gay bullshit that's been going on this week, my friends and I have been having a pretty tough time. I know I for one was in a bad, bad place on Friday (honestly, someone was watching out for me, because if my roommate wasn't home when I got home I don't know if I'd be here). I realized I would never be accepted. I would never be loved. I would always, always have to defend who I am.

Today I came over to my friend's house to take care of him (soup and tea for the win!) and we were talking about family, and being gay, and he burst into tears (his account of what was said is here).

I just held him and cried; what else could I do? If I had any of these answers I would be at peace with myself. I've never accepted this world, with all the hate that happens every day. 'That doesn't have to be my world,' I'd say...but the more I see it, there more I realize it is my world. I can't get away from it, no matter how hard I try. And I can try and be strong and get through it, but it's not just me that it's affecting.

It's my best friends. It's me. We're all breaking down, we're all crying. We're all hurt. There is so much hate in this world and so little love. Even if we find each other and find acceptance, we still won't be able to go home to our families for holidays (Christmas has always been one of my favorite times, and for my mum too), if we can go home at all.

So I guess what I want you to get from this....is that I love you. And I love you- for who you are, not the idea of you or what I think you could be. And I hope that you can love, too.

FCK H8

This article was published in the BYU school newspaper.


This is our response.


If you think you don't know a gay person, you're wrong.
They just don't trust you enough to tell you.

Maybe think about why.

Update- we made the news!

I'm Mad As Hell, And I'm Not Going To Take It Anymore.

I am sick and tired of being belittled, bullied, silenced, censored, and told that I do not exist, that I am depraved and sick, and that I am as bad as a serial killer or prostitute. I am a human being, goddamn it, with feelings and desires and a personality.

“’First, homosexuality? It’s not a lifestyle. It’s who I happen to be. Second, I didn’t choose to be attracted to women. I just am. Did you make a choice to be attracted to women? Was it during puberty? When you graduated from high school? Was it a question on the SATs? No. Homosexuality isn’t a choice any more than heterosexuality is. And I know this because why on earth would anyone choose to be gay? Why would I want to put myself through all the bullying and name-calling and physical abuse I’ve faced? Why would I want to constantly be looked down at and stereotyped by people like you? Why would I willingly pick a lifestyle, as you call it, that’s such an uphill battle? I honestly cannot believe someone who has traveled the world as much as you have, Mr Preston, could have his eyes so tightly shut…I’m not a pedophile. I’m not a softball coach or a biker chick, any more than gay men are always hairstylists or florists or interior decorators. I’m not immoral. But do you know what I am? Intelligent. Tolerant. Capable of parenting. Different from you, but not lesser. People like me, we don’t need to be fixed. We need people like you to broaden your horizons.”

I'm here. I'm bi. I am a human being.

And I am going to stand my ground.

John Galt's Guiltless Man

I've been having wonderful discussions with my lovely friend D about Rand, philosophy, and what it means to be Mormon and gay (as he is). I've shared several of my favorite Rand quotes with him, but this is by far the greatest- the one that truly set me free. You can't make me feel guilty for something I don't view as wrong.

"’I mean that there is no way to disarm any man," said Dr. Ferris, "except through guilt. Through that which he himself has accepted as guilt. If a man has ever stolen a dime, you can impose on him the punishment intended for a bank robber and he will take it. He'll bear any form of misery, he'll feel that he deserves no better. If there's not enough guilt in the world, we must create it. If we teach a man that it's evil to look at spring flowers and he believes us and then does it-- we'll be able to do whatever we please with him. He won't defend himself. He won't feel he's worth it. He won't fight. But save us from the man who lives up to his own standards. Save us from the man of clean conscience. He's the man who'll beat us.’" -548

Atlas Shrugged DVD

I wasn't going to buy the DVD (I thought the movie was okay, even if cheaply made, but it ruined parts of the book for me) but then I saw this. I went out and bought a copy....how could I not? That kind of mistake? Jeez. I probably won't open it (or watch it) but I did buy a spare copy of the book, too....and I must admit, the DVD cover totally turns me on.


Go self-interest.

Why The Internet Is Awesome

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1VxRPe/freespace.virgin.net/markr.rowe/fb-history/fb-history.htm

I Knew I Was Proud of Him...

....but this just proves it. Go Dad!!!

http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/11/09/uk-hedgefunds-idUSLNE7A802M20111109

à Mon Coeur

I miss you.
I miss you terribly.
I miss you so much that it physically hurts, sometimes, and I have to take a moment to fight back the tears. I wish I was there; I wish you were here....I wish I could see you as often as I used to. How much I took that time for granted! Now there's so much hesitancy, so much awkwardness in our contact. Is it too overbearing if I message you again? Will it be awkward for you to keep hearing from me? Do you even want to stay in touch, at all?

I wish I knew; I wish things were different.
But mostly, I wish I had you.

Sing You Home 2.0

I really need to stop doing these two-part posts; but I can't help it. After reading an mulling over Sing You Home, I decided to see how easy it would be to contact the author. Luckily, she's one of those fantastic people who actually responds to fan mail, so I emailed her this.

Ms. Picoult-

I’ve long been a fan of your books and the issues they bring up (I consider myself a storyteller, as an acting major and amateur writer; I believe it is one of the oldest and noblest professions) they make the reader question both themselves and the world they live in. What more can a storyteller ask for?

I read Sing You Home over this past weekend, and was completely blown away by the story. I laughed, I cried, I empathized, I raged.

You see, I am a bisexual student at Brigham Young University, one of the most close-minded, unaccepting places in the world. My gay friends and I live in constant fear of being found out; everything we do requires utmost secrecy and we can’t trust anyone, for fear of being reported.

Needless to say, I empathized and identified greatly with Vanessa, Zoe, and especially Lucy. I could feel their pain, because I feel it every day. Having to hide myself, from not just everyone around me, but my parents, my siblings, my family.

I don’t want to write this to sound pitiful, or to try and put myself on a cross. I’m writing mainly to thank you for writing this story.

As a popular and well-known author, writing about such “sensitive” and “controversial” issues is admirable. Who can deny Vanessa and Zoe’s love? Who, after reading their story, could possibly think that someone would choose to live a life of ostracization, denial, fear and as a second-class citizen? I thank you for writing this story, for bringing these characters to life- because everyone who reads it; even if their ‘views on homosexuality’ differ, can understand.

And understanding is what will change this world- so thank you. Thank you from all of us who, because of you, can live with a little less fear.

-Kira J. Bard