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I am...

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.

I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.

I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.

We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.

If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win.

Sniped from draquin.

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illdrinn
Oct. 5th, 2005 01:59 am (UTC)
Christ if people got punished for calling people fags I'd be screwed. I remember once being in a pub with Jahn and my mum and Jahn said something so I said "well yes but look at you you're a poncy girly fag boy" and my mother exclaimed at me until Jahn and I blinked at her and he said "oh no, it's okay, I really am!" in a terribly camp voice.

Love your fags, just don't /love/ your fags. ... well... unless you happen to be one.
illdrinn
Oct. 5th, 2005 02:05 am (UTC)
Oh and to credit of my family, while I knew what homosexuality was before high school I certainly didn't realise that heterosexuality was considered "normal" and deviations from this were considered abbherations. I grew up liking both sexes, people around me just seemed to be with people that made them happy and my family had a lot of gay friends. Suddenly I was a bi girl in an all girl school realising that her upbringing far from being normal was exceptionally liberal and most of the world were ill informed conservatives.

... and then I turned into an angry cynical bitch ;)
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And in the flames
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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
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I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
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This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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