A few days ago while checking my e-mail I found this, my friend had sent it to me. It made me cry, and I thought that you guys might be interested in it: I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute 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.
Wow...I almost cried while I was reading that Do you mind if I put this in a blogpost on my myspace profile?
No, I don't mind at all. I didn't even come up with this. I actually have see it floating around bullitens and such on MySpace as well as seen it on a few other fourms I'm a part of.
Eh. I can't read that kind of stuff. Makes me all depressed. If things like that get you down, just remember there's a whole forum of people who agree with you here.
It's depressing, and part of that is because we all know that these things happen over and over again. If it makes just a few people think and if it makes just a few people act to change things, it's worthwhile.
The queer community needs to band together and host yet another March on Washington... It's both intimidating and ridiculous that all of those things happen; people can be very cruel. Even people, within our own community...
i have that on my livejournal, found it on someone's at a random journal search. i cried quite a bit while reading it. .::.gives everyone hugs.::. ...it really sheds light upon discrimiation... even moreso than other things.
I have a movie idea... one that has senseless violence and dozens of deaths... It would feature gays, lesbians, trans, crossdressers... all kinds of queer folk. I have some knowledge of several trans deaths, and the ways in which they were killed. What would happen, is that a hate group would raid clubs/groups/homes, and end up killing such individuals as they were killed in reality. Credit given to all individual cases... It's a rather extreme idea; but, I feel that it would convey a very powerful message.
Wow. It does pound its way into your mind. Here in Holland it may not be as extreme but the atmosphere against homosexuality isn't always warm and cuddly. Luckily I've never really experienced any negative responses (yet?)
that is distressing/depressing. When I was stationed in California (1988-1991) I did some volunteer work for a group that helped street kids. most of these kids left home for various reasons; mental, physical and sexual abuse .. both girls and boys and yes some of them were gay.
Wow, that's sad. I think I'm gonna use that for an article(I use the word loosely) I'm writing on life. I may not agree with your lifestyles but that's just needless cruelty.
