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Saturday, January 7th, 2006
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9:44 am
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( just RL stuff. )D. H. Lawrence's Sons and Lovers, the new book I've decided to dip into, hopefully will stave off boredom, if not hysteria and insanity (I have ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sloanebueller for that :) You can actually read the entire work online here.
On the same page, I just finished Maurice by E.M. Forster. It was phenomenal, I loved it loved it loved it. Forster does such a great job at making his story timeless, and because the work was written by one, it portrays a flawless imterpretation of a gay man's feelings and problems during the time period (1912, just pre-WWI). You come to love his character fiercely, and when he is hurt you hurt, and when he is joyous you feel the same. It's wonderful.
Usually I try not to rec too much fanfic in here, but I am making an exception in this case because I have read a Snarry story that is spectacular. It is novel-length, and is in fact more intriguing and more well-written than many published books I've read. Called Cambiare Podentes: Invocare, the link is right here- please please read, it is so amazing. For those who finish it: jordangrant says there will be a sequel, but I don't think it will be up for awhile.
Alright, well, other things to do besides spending my life away online. *pads off to waste time in an equally obsessive place*
current mood: artistic
current music: "Pink Cadillac" by Bruce Springsteen
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| Tuesday, December 20th, 2005
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1:44 pm
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I was given this by my good friend sloanebueller, who I believe received it from an acquaintance of hers on MySpace. Please, repost this and pass it on. It's very important and might change a person's perspective, make somone smile, stop someone's hatred, or give faith and hope to an individual who has none.
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 man that cannot donate blood because of bigotry.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
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| Sunday, November 13th, 2005
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9:58 pm
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Hello all. My journal is a friends only place, but we are quite amenable here in my mind, and if you leave a comment I'll probably friend you :)
This is a piece of beautiful art by Rave of Moony and Padfoot on a parkbench. Go check her out!
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