Fun Shopping vs. Certain Death
Dec. 23rd, 2008 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marenziI'm planning to finally head out to Tyson's Corner today. Ugh, wish me luck. I hate shopping, and going to DC's most popular mall right before Christmas? Really not high on my list of funtimes. You'd think that this would finally teach me something about shopping earlier, but... nope. :D On the plus side, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
causette, Urban Outfitters is at Tyson's, so I'm going to check if they have your bracelets! And then I get to go Christmas-dinner shopping at Wegmans, which will be much more enjoyable.
Speaking of cooking, I have been eating AWESOME food lately. I had aush and kadu palow at this fantastic Afghan place, Panjshir, on Sunday, and then I made artichokes & lobster last night for Mom's sixtieth birthday. First time I've ever had a chance to try lobster, and all I can say is that I obviously had a deprived childhood.
ETA: the give me anything meme
& 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.
I believe homophobia is wrong.
causette, Urban Outfitters is at Tyson's, so I'm going to check if they have your bracelets! And then I get to go Christmas-dinner shopping at Wegmans, which will be much more enjoyable.Speaking of cooking, I have been eating AWESOME food lately. I had aush and kadu palow at this fantastic Afghan place, Panjshir, on Sunday, and then I made artichokes & lobster last night for Mom's sixtieth birthday. First time I've ever had a chance to try lobster, and all I can say is that I obviously had a deprived childhood.
ETA: the give me anything meme
& 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.
I believe homophobia is wrong.
