“Would you be upset if the dominating belief system in your country was Scientology? Would you be angered that your laws were dictated by something that you can only see as completely ridiculous? Would you be upset for being ostracized because you refuse to get regular E-meter testing done? Would you get sick of the moderate scientologists saying that they’re ok, but the crazies give them a bad name? How much would you like to be called an insensitive asshole for expressing your belief that there is no such thing as Xenu?”—From the threads of /r/atheism on Reddit, argument given to a Christian trying to say God is not the issue, it’s organized religion. This is how atheists are treated in America. I myself have never been treated this way for my lack of belief, but I know it’s waiting for me. (via bulletproofcupid)
Well, here comes the snow. It’s so odd, and rather foreboding, at this stage, you know? Just tiny, little flakes lightly tumbling through the air. To know that within the next few hours that tumble will build to become a full-blown blizzard; powerful & forcefully shutting down the entire city under several inches of snow is quite the commentary on the hold that nature will always have over us.
“The weird thing is, Aaron is a very masculine guy with a deep voice. He plays soccer, wears loose clothing, doesn’t use loads of hair gel, and never reeks of Axe body spray.”—Some lady ‘journalist’ in Marie Claire (I know, but still) talking about why she was surprised when her fiance broke off the engagement after nine years and told her he was gay (via The Hairpin). (via matthewgallaway)
Wow, wow, WOW! I am sitting here just utterly floored by this, as it so perfectly describes my state of being and encompasses all the frustration, hurt, and heartache I’m trying to contend with in my HIV+ life.
Look…I don’t want to come off as some “Oh, woe is me” victim here, but if you have ever considered yourself to be a compassionate human being, you simply must read this remarkable woman’s account of The Spoon Theory’s creation.
But, I feel it’s important to share this with anyone who may not be as in touch with the current controversy going on at The National Portrait Gallery in Washington, D.C. The artist, AA Bronson, has asked for that piece to be removed from the current exhibit, “HIDE/SEEK
Difference and Desire in American Portraiture”, and his request has been denied. I find this to be shameful, disrespectful, and utterly lacking compassion.
I know I sound like a broken record, but I can’t help but think of Tyler Clementi today. It’s not surprising, I guess, when one considers how much this young man has come to mean to me over the last few months.
I think of young people out there tonight, watching DADT’s repeal on the news – bullied kids, kids who live in fear that their family & friends will leave them if they find out the truth. I think of the relief and the sense of possibility they must feel, knowing our country’s military has said: if you’re lesbian or gay, you are worthy. We want you to join us, side by side, as equals.
I wonder if this small step toward equal rights for all of us might have been enough to show Tyler that he mattered, to convince him that no matter what anyone at Rutgers thought, he could go on to contribute great, important things to this world. What if this one, tiny thing would have been enough to keep him off the GWB? I know this is just one obstacle to freedom & equality taken down; we have lots more work ahead.
I won’t stop paying attention, Tyler. I want you to know that. In both hard times and celebration, you’ll never be far from my thoughts.
I want a boy best friend who will call me beautiful, and like my photos on facebook, commenting them saying things such as the fact he's proud to have me as a bestfriend. One that I can call up, crying about other boys, and him saying he'll beat the shit out of them for me. A boy bestfriend who will drive me around like he's my big brother, and kiss me on my cheek/forehead when he knows I'm upset. One who becomes friends with my boyfriend and one who calls me up to see what I'm doing. I want a boy best friend who will tell me when I'm wrong, and force me into fixing things and apologizing because he knows that it will make things better for me. I just want a perfect boy best friend, who will love me and protect me from all the other boys.
I’ve been receiving a number of questions and comments about the news of the German patient “cured” of HIV infection. Here’s a very clear explanation of why it’s not quite the thrilling news everyone so wants it to be.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me — not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
*I felt like I needed to post this one too — in counterpoint, if you will.
Now, I would guess that any friend of mine who is of the female persuasion would know right away which one in these is my favorite…
"9. REALITY CHECKS
Seriously, my straight friends are nice and all, but they pretty much put a big fancy bow on all the bad advice they give me. Oh he didn’t call you? He’s probably scared! Oh he didn’t call you for three weeks? You’re so independent HE’S PROBABLY SCARED. One time, my gay friend looked me in the eye and said to me "you should probably go out and find some other trick tonight because he’s spent just as much time getting his freak on with other ladies as you have spent worrying about if he’s going to call." OH."
My favorite is #7: “Women are emotional and romantic and expect the men in their lives to be the same. To court them. To show them respect. And having girls in our lives helps us to be better men, even if we’re gay. We should all be more emotional. We should all feel deeply. And we should all write poetry and surprise our lovers and play a fool in love. Girls help remind us to do those little things.”