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.


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After warm sunny days and all the blossoms and bulbs flowering I was suckered into thinking spring wasn't far away.
Large quantities of hail and a bitter frost last night put paid to that idea.
Might need more fire wood.

On to better news, there may be hope for my daughter to continue with an education. After the High School said "don't bother coming you're too sick" I was in despair thinking she may never be able to reach her full potential. After 18 months of Doctor's visits she is feeling strong enough to go out and apply for a place at a Design School. We may even get subsidized fees because of her health issues. Fingers crossed, this will be something for her to aim for and a way to believe in herself again.

Frivolously, I am hanging out for delivery of the latest DBSK DVD but as I included the latest NewS DVD in my order I'll have to wait until it's released (13th Aug) before they send the package.
Patience, I've heard of it.
Now I just have to figure out how to pay for them and all will be well. Still no sign on my Income for Families cheque from the fascists at the IRD.

I guess I'm too bitter & twisted to really appreciate the "Dark Knight" movie. And I desperately needed sub titles to 'hear" what the actors were saying because I'd blocked my ears to protect them  from the overly loud sound effects track. WTF! I suppose extreme noise makes the experience more immediate but I spent 2 days afterwards, fighting a headache and ringing ears. Not used to that sort of abuse anymore.
What is it about the human psyche that says somebody who has died (tragically) is a better actor because of it. I like Heath Ledger, always have, but worshiping his last performance seems a little over the top.
Time to go justify myself as a useful member of society (brr) by getting to work on time. Working on Sundays is not my idea of a good time. Hey ho.

 After a week of fighting the 'flu I think I'm back on track.

The cold snap is really biting here and thank goodness for a wood fire and good insulation.
I live close to sea level and it rarely snows so I wasn't expecting to see hail stones all over the garden this morning.
It took ages to melt, too.

Still, it was a good excuse to go to the Movies (and see Hancock. Such a nice boy. never knew Will Smith had such nice hands)
and avoid housework and failing to stay warm.

Slowly getting the hang of LR. After having to access similar sites for work it's nice to go somewhere where I don't have to be professional (and discuss incredibly boring work related uses for the inter web) Maybe I  missed my calling and shouldn't have devoted the last XX years of my life to my job. Then again, it does pay for the mortgage and the Jdrama, Kdrama, manga and anime, so I'm doing something right.

Sadly, surrounded by the undead any comment about my current obsessions interests falls on deaf ears. I work in a cultural institution which prides itself on caring about the needs of the 38+ ethnic groups which help to make up our beautiful city and I can't even get them to buy DBSK for the music section. There is no justice, only DEATH. (all praise to Terry Pratchett for making my life a better place)

Greeting to my fellow Colonials who are celebrating throwing off the shackles of their Imperial oppressors (but haven't learned from history not to do it themselves) May your fireworks shine brightly to remind you of the transitory nature of all things.