#47 A Really Religious Post (For Me Anyway)

Today, a friend of mine suffered from exceedingly polite homophobia.

It started with a love of all people and justified itself with a bible verse. Now I don't mind bible verses, I actually like quite a few of them. But this is neither the time nor the place for one.

The US Constitution says (and I'm paraphrasing) that it will make no laws respecting a religious institution. And I know, it's the same you've heard a thousand times, seen on YouTube, scoffed at on the internet, but hear me out.

We are all well aware that this is a "rights issue." Not a gay issue, not a marriage issue, not a religious issue, not a liberal or a conservative issue. A rights issue. It is my personal belief that if your belief system does not allow for same-sex marriage, that is an issue for you to discuss with the members of your belief system.

The US government does not have that same privilege. Rights are rights because no one should be able take them away. Whether it be the right to vote, the right to life, or the right to marry.

So before anyone starts making all these inferences about my political stances and religious affiliations, let me drop a few facts for you:

I am a Christian.

I am pro-life.

I am an advocate for gay rights.
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Post over. Here's a teeny-tiny rant.

You know what other kind other marriage was illegal until the 70's? Interracial marriage.
You know what else was justified with the religion? Slavery.

Maybe a few Americans need to reinterpret what God is really saying to them.

#46 Here's to Hoping No One Really Reads This Blog Anymore

I know, I know, my 2-3 loyal followers are probably deeply offended, saying "Hey, we've stood by you this whole time" and yes, I (kind of) apologize, but to be honest I have just been sipping on a cocktail of overwhelming emotions for the past few weeks - months? - years, maybe even? Oh, who knows. Who cares?

Either way, I have been feeling unrelentingly low. I'm so low that gravity probably exerts more force around me. So while I will be continuing this blog. I will be writing in another, more private and personal, blog which I will not tell you the name of.

This post is just to say - hey. I can't post everything here.

#45 03/04/1997

Birthdays are curious things, aren't they?

If you are lucky, you are congratulated for having lived one year more. You recieve gifts, a pastry, and well wishes from many people. You will have the ritual candle lighting and singing of Happy Birthday. People who have never bothered to talk to you will stop you in the hall and say "Happy Birthday", but with a smile so it doesn't seem obligatory.

If you are not lucky, people will not remember your birthday. Some may remember and not care. You may not have anyone to not care. You are either disappointed or rightfully pessimistic.

I have usually found myself to be of neutral luck with birthdays. Not because my birthdays have been overwhelmingly plain, but because I have had both wonderful and truly awful birthday experiences.

On my 9th birthday, I spent the entire day volunteering at JC Penney with my mother. I had only had a child-sized pouch of fruit snacks that day because all the other volunteers ate the pizza before we got there.

A week after my 15th birthday, I had a movie night with my friends and my first birthday party.

For my sixteenth birthday, I bought myself a pair of skates, received a tray of cookies, gave cupcakes to my friends, and spent a quiet night at home. I did not have a cake. I did not have a party. This birthday, while not as exciting as the last, was my favorite. Too many times to count, I have been disappointed by people. My family and sometimes my friends. But I came into this birthday with zero expectations. And that's probably what made it so much better.

#44 I'm a Bad Blogger

I'd like to apologize to anyone and everyone who follows this blog. I have been pretty bad about updating and posting regularly, so please forgive me for that.

However, after this long period of inactivity, I will begin posting on a weekly basis.

You better be excited. I'm doing this for you.