This is why I am such a strong advocate of LGBT Equality. I know for a fact that if the woman had been a straight, Christian woman, people would be up in arms about this. Or if she was a straight, black woman. But since she's a lesbian, there are people trying to sweep this under the rug. They want to minimize this since she's not straight.
What this post is partially about is to get the word out about this. I've already posted a bunch on Facebook, to the various equality groups I'm a member of, but I figure this is also an outlet that needs to be reached. Part of this is going to get very ranty very shortly, because this kind of crap shouldn't still be happening in 2012.
On that second note... NOBODY, and I mean NOBODY, should ever have to feel afraid in their own home, walking out on the streets, on the road, or anywhere. Nobody should have to fear that the next turn might bring them face to face with a person or persons who want to do them harm because of who they are. It doesn't matter if you're gay, straight, bisexual, pansexual, lesbian, transgender, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Taoist, Agnostic, Atheistic, Catholic, Pagan, male, female, white, a person of color, or anything else that's protected under the laws of this land. That we're still having hate crimes committed, in 2012, is just sad.
It breaks my heart to know that there is a woman who is afraid to return to her home, in a community where she's been a pillar of support, because three assholes decided they were going to try and kill her because of who she is. It breaks my heart to know that if she had been a straight woman, people would be screaming for justice and possibly even revenge, but since she's a lesbian, they're trying to minimize this and trying to make it go away. It shouldn't have happened, and it's upsetting that it did. It would upset me even if she were a straight woman, because NOBODY deserves what happened to her. It would upset me even if she had different religious beliefs than I do.
I'm not a bigot. I'm not a heathen, and I'm sure as hell not an extremist in any sense of the word. I'm just someone who thinks that equal rights should include EVERYONE. Not just those who fit the mold. I know this makes me a bit unpopular, but until there is equality for everyone, I will continue to rant, rave, get mad, and spread the word.
Sadly, all things must end... and this morning, between 5:20 AM and 5:45 AM, Cody took his last breaths and crossed the rainbow bridge. He was a part of our family for almost 15 years.... We got him in June of 1997, when he was 7 months old, and it's due to him that my fear of larger dogs was nullified. He was a good companion, and a good friend. He will be missed. May his journey across the rainbow bridge be a safe one.
To some of the people on my FB Friends list:
I'm getting fucking sick and tired of being treated like I'm being a fucking spoiled brat when I try and get my feelings about things off of my chest. I FUCKING KNOW how lucky I am. QUIT FUCKING REMINDING ME. Yeah, I might have more luxuries than y'all did when you were my age, but y'all don't have nearly the amount of stupid problems I have. Y'all don't have a stupid fear of speaking your minds at the perceived risk of losing dear friends for doing so. Y'all don't make one another feel stupid for things that get written.
Most of the time, you don't do that to me. But there are times that it happens, whether you mean it to or not. That shit hurts. I have to deal with it at home, because my parents seem convinced that I'm not even worth the effort of being courteous towards. And forget praising me. The last time I heard praise for doing something worthwhile, it was while I was working at West. Back in 2009. Yeah, I get thanked for making cookies when the mood strikes me to do so, and I get the occasional thanks for other things, but outright praise? Nope.
What sucks is that I don't even feel like I can say any of this on Facebook, because I know I'll just get told to "Suck it up." Well, guess what? There's only so fucking many times that I can "suck it up". I don't need someone older and tougher than me telling me that. I need someone to fucking LISTEN to what I'm not saying. I need someone to tell me that things will be okay, and that if I need a hug, they'll be there, even if it's just in spirit. I need someone who understands just why I am upset at being talked down to on a fucking daily basis.
Yes, I am a needy bitch. But really, the fact that I need to be treated like I matter to someone, somewhere.... It seems like such a small fucking price for all the times I've been more than willing to lend a shoulder to cry on, or a sympathetic ear, or even someone to rant at. If my needing true friends, and being allowed to rant and rave till I get my upset feelings out and dealt with in a constructive and healthy way makes me a fucking horrible person, so fucking be it.
If you don't want to be a part of the ride, then push the fucking unsubscribe button and be free. I won't be too upset. Yeah, it'll suck that we're not talking, but really, if you can't even see past the ranting and raving to the friend I can be, then I don't want anything to do with you either.
If anyone is going to be in the Savannah, GA area over the weekend of June 23rd, 2012, please consider going. Right now, the pre registration is $30 for both days, in support of Small Business Saturday. This will run till Tuesday, when the price goes up to $45. There will be a costume contest, and from my understanding, two cosplay panels. There will be informative panels, customizing panels, and the like.
SavCon, Savannah's premier Transformers convention!
I apologize in advance for sophomoric/inappropriate humor.
At a tavern, thar be a pirate sittin' near th' fireplace wit' a parrot named Chess. Th' bar wench comes over to ask th' pirate about 'is bird, 'n is told th't th' parrot c'n sing. So th' bar wench asks for proof. Th' parrot starts a round of "What do ye do wit' a drunken sailor?", 'n carries on fer several minutes. Th' bar wench asks if Chess be after knowin' any other shanties, to which th' pirate replies "Aye, lass. Ol' Chess knows lots o' songs... Show 'er, Chess". Chess refuses t' perform anythin' but "What do ye do wit' a drunken sailor?" After a few minutes o' th's, th' pirate grabs Chess 'n holds 'im over th' fire. Chess immediately begins singin' "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire!"
Here's the deal... My credit card bill from BotCon, before the badge and other expenses, was about $935... My mother is pissed off at me enough that she threatened to throw me out of the house. I need to raise enough money to pay off this month's bill, and next month's bill, but this month's is more pressing. So here's the deal. I will draw portraits. Black and white, color, whatever. Five dollars for any portrait. I'll be doing them in batches of ten, and will accept the following methods of payment: Concealed cash, check, money order, or Paypal. PM me to get on the list, and/or to get my paypal e-mail. I will not start work without the payment.
Target: $935 by June 21st. My bill's due by the 27th, and I want to get everything, or the vast majority, to my mother will get paid back.
I remember all too well what I was doing when I first heard about the attack on the World Trade Center. I was 14 at the time, in choir class, and was sitting in the front row, fourth seat in from the door. We had just gotten roll call done, when the district administrator entered the room and told us that the World Trade Center had been crashed into. For the rest of the day, and for many days after, the library was crowded with students and teachers watching the television screens.
As I sit and write this, I have the news on, and President Obama is addressing the nation about this. It has been confirmed that Bin Laden is dead, as proven by DNA. This day will be forever remembered, not only by those whose lives were directly affected by the attacks, but by all Americans.