I AM HOMOPHOBIA

I found this posted on another blog....

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the p*****tute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Homophobia is wrong.

Author - Unknown

A Change of Topic

It's another of those days where I'm posting something different; I've been so busy lately with school and work and my grandson, that I just have not had the time to sit down and write a blog entry. I did want to share something that a friend wrote though, and see what you all thought of it . (personally, I don't think it's very good, but another 'friend of the author' said she loved it!):

She looked in my eyes,

My loins ached, my breath came short

I didn’t know what to do

Not with my eyes,

Or my hands,

Or my aching heart.

The sun rose when she smiled at me,

And set when she looked away;

I knew what I wanted to do

With my hands

With my lips

With my aching heart.

She laughed a laugh so warm and low,

So full of mystery and promise

That the world stopped in its tracks,

In that moment

I knew what to do.

I filled my eyes with her beauty,

My hands with her softness,

My lips with her taste,

My nose with her scent,

My loins with her heat

And my aching heart ached no more.