Moment of seriousness. I saw this through an odd link on Maeve's blog -- still don't know how this whole blogging thing works, but maybe I'll learn if I have more time to kill like this past week. However, I don't think I will because my classes will start. Oh, and I'm actually making some progress on my writing sample, although it's moderately horrendous and I think I'm now recapitulating some of the problems that I've been trying to fix in the last five drafts. Aargh!

Oh, but, anyway, I ran accross this statement against homophobia that's a chain-blog thing... I don't normally go for this sort of thing, but I found it really powerful, so I thought I'd share it with you. Reminds us that a lot of good work has been done, but there's still a lot more to do.

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.

The original then said,
"Repost if you believe homophobia is detrimental and wrong."
but as the blog discussion stated, this is trying to guilt you by implying that if you don't repost it, you're a homophobic bastard. Since I don't believe that not doing something means you don't care, and I think guilt trips are mean, I'll instead say, "post this if you feel like it." Which proves why I should never really be an activist; I'd be terrible at it.