Just as we pull up to this place..I notice two very large American flags.. It's as if there was a need to emphasize the Americanness of this place. We are American says the first flag. No we really are! Says the second. It struck me as enormously sad, somehow awkward and tragic.
I am not so much angry as trying to find my own voice in the world, to find enough courage to speak up in the first place, then to go forth and use it, which both are monumental tasks and require more confidence than you'd think.
My association is so painfully cloe that avoidance is the only way I know to retain my identity. Its ridiculous and embarrassing. I hate feeling this way, because it forces me to see how deeply racism has affected me.
I add to the culture of invisibility becoming complicit with it.
They have no rights to call themselves Christians, because they have no Christianity to them; they have no kindness, no compassion, no charity. I want Jesus to come back and say: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!
Trying to fault gays and lesbians for standing up for their rights is backwards and unconscionable. We have no idea how powerful we actually are. We were never considered part of the general, respectable population.
Having to remind others of your American status, fear of being connected to the enemy because of ancestral ties, the threat so prevalent that it makes you put not one but two giant flags outside is not right.
My mom used to give me messages like this: Ummmmmmm.. Scott called.. IS HE THE GAY! Well, God, mom, I don't know if he's the gay.. That's a lot of pressure on just one guy. He has to do the parade all by himself! 'I'm here! I'm queer!..I guess I'm the only one.'
Body dysmorphia has got to go. Its similar to a disease called crazy eyes not the way others look at you, but the way you see yourself. The insanity which we use as our vision..
All of them who need to tell ladies to stop talking about sports and stay on the sidelines, because we are baby-making machines.
Of course, we're there because of weapons of mass destruction that do not exist.
With salons all over the West serving up specialties like Barely Legal, removing all hair from the area to replicate the genitalia of an underage girl, as statutory rape seems all the rage.
Whenever you hear the words chink, nigger, beaner, paki, sissy, bull dyke, faggot, cunt, bitch, ho, jap.. Because through no fault of your own, you happen to be you, and apparently to the person saying it something is wrong with that.
The first thing that you lose on a diet is brain mass.
I don't know how to find our voice. It catches in my throat when I try to use it. If I do manage to get something out, its met with very vocal opposition from all kinds of surprising sources.