| Maybe I'm back? I don't know yet. I just felt like I had to write this or say this or do something or I would explode.
I'm tired of my sexuality being used as a weapon. I'm tired of being a demographic used to scare people. I'm tired of pointless arguments being made whenever they're most convenient for them to come up. Did you ever notice how gay marriage only becomes an issue every 2 years? Fuck marriage! We still don't even have basic equality! I can be fired for no other reason than being gay. There are no federal laws barring discrimination against homosexuality. We are so connected with the stigma of AIDS that the Red Cross and FDA still prohibit gays from donating blood. I constantly hear "that's so gay" and faggot this and faggot that and even from my friends and they say they didn't mean to offend and they don't mean it like that and I just want to scream that they're perpetuating the hatred and the fear just by assimilating homophobic language into everyday conversation and desensitizing the shock of the words and showing that that bigoted, ugly, homophobic language is acceptable but instead I stand frozen and mumble something about no it's cool because I don't want to be one of "those people" who gets so damn offended about everything and what the hell is so wrong with getting offended anyway? So many people in this country are scared to stand for what they believe. So many people have been scared away from standing for their rights and beliefs and ideas. Fear is just another method of control, and I have had enough of being controlled. I have had enough of being scared to be myself. I have had enough.
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| Oh my GOD! My pit is SO GOOD!
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| Today was the closest I've ever come to having a panic attack. Thanks, Jer.
Also, my phone is Jesus. Not just because it hunts vampires, but also because it has now come back to life.
Socrates: You see, then, that a doubt about the reality of sense is easily raised, since there may even be a doubt whether we are awake or in a dream. And as our time is equally divided between sleeping and waking, in either sphere of existence the soul contends that the thoughts which are present to our minds at the time are true; and during one half of our lives we affirm the truth of the one, and, during the other half, of the other, and are equally confident of both.
Theaeteus: Most true.
Socrates: And may not the same be said of madness and the other disorders? The difference is only that the times are not equal.
This is not coincidental.
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| Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea?
Alice: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more.
March Hare: Ah, you mean you can't very well take less.
Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.
At the premiere of Ravel's Boléro, a woman declared that Ravel was mad. When Ravel was told this, he remarked, "Aha! She understood the piece!"
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