callmetothejedi

I would rather have a small amount of something very good.

I thought I would post this here, since there is going to be a protest against Prop 8 here in Boston tomorrow afternoon. I felt myself tearing up watching this video. Thank you Keith.

~later days~

Relay for Life 2007 is almost upon us! Once again, I shall be participating with my friend Jess Schwartz (plus a few other people) on Team Spirit. Relay for Life 2007 is being held at the same place as it was last year (Harvard).

Basically, Relay for Life is a big fund-raiser for the American Cancer Society. Here is a link to my page:

http://www.acsevents.org/relay/mabostonalluniversity/marythejedi

I feel strongly about this because my dad died of cancer almost five years ago. (It'll be five years ago this September.) I participated in Relay for Life my junior year of high school, but wasn't able to my senior year because not enough people from my high school showed interest to make it worth us participating as a school. I didn't participate my freshman year of college because I didn't hear about the Harvaed Relay for Life in time, but I did participate last year (my sophomore year) and I shall be participating this year.

SO. If any of you can/are willing to donate, that would be fan-fucking-tastic.

Please? *bambi eyes*

~later days~

First posted by frayen, sidheblessed and nicci_mac.

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.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.