I don’t know how people can be so passive when it come to kid’s LIVES. I hear what kids say and how MEAN they are and what they think is OKAY these days and I can’t believe it. The internet generation thinks it’s okay to say whatever you want because it’s just words typed on a keyboard. Then when the words are spoken in real life the kids think they can just say it and nothing is going to happen, just like on the internet. 

But people still feel. You can say “oh please die” and have someone roll their eyes at you and say “whatever” at you or you can say it to a kid on the edge and then they’ll go do it. You need think about what comes out of your mouth in the way if you’d like someone say it to you.

DO UNTO FUCKING OTHERS alright? 

I don’t understand why it’s so hard for kids these days to empathize. I don’t know why being different is suddenly such a crime. Don’t they realize that once you get out of high school that being “cool” will get you nowhere? 

And then there is Kurofsky’s mother thinking that being homosexual is a disease and that he should “get better” 

It makes me think of my Dad. My Dad is not a mean guy. He’s a little intimidating (he’s like 6 foot and kinda  a larger guy). He’s a manager and he’s fair and kind to all of his employees but doesn’t let them walk all over them. He’s very protective of his family (over protective I would say). He’s very religious. He wakes up two hours before he has to be at work and reads the bible for an hour before he gets ready. He goes to church every Sunday and Wednesday and would not miss Church unless he was very sick or it was cancelled. He wouldn’t just “this one time” or anything. 

He and I don’t really get along. He was raised in a small town where being different usually meant that you were a “sinner” or you did drugs or drank too much or were a criminal. So imagine being raised in this small town and having a daughter like me. I have several different piercings (10 on my ears and 2-3 on my face) I dye my hair almost constantly and I have since the 8th Grade. I listen to loud music, wear copious amounts of black. I go to rock concerts and am friends with artists and rock musicians.

You know that commercial that this guy makes one mistake and he ends up with a grandson with a dog collar? I feel often like I am that grandson with the dog collar. (I do have a spiked dog collar). 

If I suggest something that I’m interested in he automatically assumes it’s “bad” or “inappropriate” (I mentioned going to see the Artist last weekend and he said it was probably inappropriate because it was called the Artist and Artists are inappropriate……..) 

Now getting to the point after this background tale: My Dad follows the Church’s standard on homosexuality: that it is wrong. That it is a sin.

However he does not follow the Church’s stance on hate the sin, not the sinner. So he basically dislikes/hates anyone who is homosexual. (Not that he has met anyone who is homosexual in person that he knows of.) 

I didn’t know that homosexuality was possible or an option until about 8th grade, due to my upbringing. My friend showed me a picture of two guys kissing and I wondered why they did that. I had my first homosexual friend at Church camp (actually) but I didn’t talk to my parents about him. Then when I was a freshman at a new school (freshman used to go to the middle schools in my district) the first person who came up to me and asked me to sit with them (in band) was also homosexual. I didn’t really hang out with him outside of school much but he was one of the nicest guys ever and took care of me. Then in sophomore year there was this awesome guy I met who, it turned out, was gay. One night he asked me if I wanted to go see a movie with him. He was a senior, and I had accidentally let it slip to my dad that he was a senior. I asked my Dad if I could go. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to let me and this senior guy go to a movie alone (he worried about me: who has/had at the time the sex appeal of a sea slug). I wanted my Dad to let me go, and I wanted him to know he didn’t have to worry about it so I told him that my friend was gay so he didn’t have to worry about it.

Well that was a mistake. Let’s just say I wasn’t allowed to go and my Dad told me not to hang out with this guy anymore (which I blatantly ignored).

I’ve always kept mum on the whole thing at my house because I try to avoid the ire of my Dad. If there is every an LGBT victory broadcasted on the news, he’ll say “baloney” or scoff and then change the channel. 

I would like to say that watching this episode would change his mind about the whole thing.

But I know it won’t, and it breaks my heart. Because I feel like he’s missing a world of wonderful people that he’s put up a Berlin wall against. And the worst part is, his attitude leaves me cold because I know if I were a lesbian: he wouldn’t think twice about disowning me. 

Some of my best friends have been gay or bi or lesbian. The sweetest girl at work at one of my jobs was transgender and might I add she has better legs than me! Actually one of my current best friends is gay and I honestly don’t know what I would do with our random getaways and deep discussions.

And I know that I don’t want anyone of the wonderful members of the LGBT community that I’ve met or still know to ever feel like they have to do this. I want them to feel like they are normal because they are. Heck, I want them to feel like they’re special: because they are.

If any of you my wee little gathering of followers ever need someone to talk to, whether it be to just gush over how cute Darren Criss looked in his last photoshoot or to dig deep in to emotional trauma: I’m here. My ask box is always open and I don’t have much of a life right now so I’ll probably get back to you as soon as possible.