Today, I will be starting a series of blogs about bad dates, relationships, etc. It will sort of resemble My Horizontal Life by Chelsea Handler, just minus the horizontal part. (You really don't need an X-rated view into my sex life, so I will keep it pretty PG-13.)
I don't know what triggered the memory but while I was working (I.E. reading a magazine) I thought of this time in college when I was set up on a blind date.
Here is the back story. During my first semester at Kean I had a 3 hour Communications class on Friday mornings at 11am. What I'm about to say sounds a little racist because color shouldn't matter but there were only 3 white kids in the class, this guy, Danielle, and myself. We never segregated ourselves in the class but our professor did. There was about 20 other kids in the class but for some reason we were always grouped up with each other. Danielle and I sort of became friends because we had group assignments to do and well let's face it no one wants to be in a class on Friday so you might as well make friends and make it enjoyable.
On one such occasion Danielle had told me that her job was holding a “booze cruise.” She had 4 tickets and the girl that she was suppose to go with bailed. When I think about it now, she might have just said that because she wanted to hook me up with her boyfriend's friend. Normally, I don't agree to go to a place where the only exit is to jump off a boat and swim back to Chelsea Piers but I'm a sucker and I had a huge crush on Danielle. (You will later find out that I dated a lot of guys just to get closer to their friends who happen to be hot girls.) Danielle told me that they would pick me up from my house that Saturday at 7 and all four of us will head into the city. (I wasn't even sure whether I was going to be able to get on the boat since I was only 17, I didn't turn 18 till about half-way through the semester.)
They came and got me and when "my date" Jason got out of the car he happened to be about 6'5" and was solid muscle, with a shaved head. (Very intimidating.) We drove into the city. Since we were going on a booze cruise we decided it was best to get some food into our stomachs before we got on the boat. After we ate we started to walk down to the piers. On the way, these two bums came up to the guys and tried to get them to buy their roses. (I have come to find now, that this is not a rare occurrence and in my many trips into the city I have been asked numerous times if I wanted to buy a rose for my "wife", on my first date with Hayley I was so happy I gave the guy $20 bucks.) My date and the other guy were suckers and bought each of us a rose, what the hell was I going to do with a rose on a friggin ship sailing the Hudson ? The ship was pretty cool, there were a lot of people on board and if you know me I don't like a lot of people, I totally get freaked out. I decided it was beautiful night so I decided on a spot at the back of the ship. The boys started buying us drinks which was awesome for me because the drinks were ridiculously expensive. The night was gorgeous and New York at night for me is the most amazing sight.
The night went on and Jason made his move. He seemed like a nice guy so I didn't mind kissing him. The night ended and Danielle's date was plastered. He was so drunk we had to carry him to the bathroom only to have him pee his pants anyway. This guy was a mess and unfortunately he was our driver. Neither Danielle nor Jason was sober enough to drive and since I only had 2 drinks I was going to have to drive. Once we got off the boat Kevin (this definitely was not his name but I'm just going to call Danielle's date Kevin for now on) couldn't stand up on his own, so Jason and I had to carry him to his car. We all piled in and I was about to head home when I realized his car has a stick shift. I have never driven a stick before (please insert lesbian pun here.) It was time to learn, after a brief explanation and a couple of stalls, we headed back to NJ.
We decided that since no one besides myself was sober enough to drive home once we got back in; everyone would stay at my house. We made Kevin sleep on my couch with a giant garbage can, Danielle would sleep in my room and for some dumb reason I decided that Jason and I would sleep in my parents’ bed. I told him that he was a nice guy but nothing was going to happen in bed. He agreed, as we were getting ready to go to bed he took of his shirt and that's when I saw it.... a giant swastika on the middle of his back. I didn't know what to think, I was so dumbfounded. I figured I was safe since I am a poster child for the Arian race.
The next morning we all got up and they invited me to go out to breakfast with them. I had to get out of this situation so I quickly came up with an excuse and sent them on their way. In the next coming weeks Jason would call me and I had to dodge his phone calls and field questions from Danielle, I wasn't sure whether she knew that her friend Jason was a giant skinhead or not. I realized I couldn't keep stringing this guy along and he clearly was not taking the hint. I had to let him down. He called me one night to invite me out to dinner and that's when I told him that I wasn't really interested in dating or guys for that matter. He told me in a not so nice matter that I was ruining the race and that I will be punished along with the really bad words for African Americans and Jewish people.
From then on I made it a point to ask someone on the first date whether or not they had any tattoos I should know about before I got into bed with them.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
18 Things To Know About Me
1. I love Mexican food..... A lot and want to eat it everyday but it gives me gas.
2. I know way too much about TV, Characters, Celebrities, etc. If I focused more on academics I would have been smarter than my brother.
3. My two biggest fears are snakes and sitting at a red light.
4. I don't like to sleep in clothes because it restricts my movement in bed.
5. I HATE, HATE, HATE to be touched. I must do the initiating or I have to trust you.
6. I will never complain about my food being wrong at a restaurant.
7. If things do not go the way I planned it throws my whole day off. (Like wearing different shoes than the ones I was planning to wear to work.)
8. I need time to mentally prepare myself before I go out somewhere. (Xanex also helps.)
9. I am am incredibly picky eater. I don't eat cold cuts, meat is suppose to be warm. Things that are creamy and white gross me out.
10. I read fan-fiction and write it too.
11. I miss Marching Band........ way more than I should.
12. I quietly hold grudges.
13. I never cry, EVER.
14. When I feel stressed my eye ball twitches.
15. I don't like to get in the car unless I am driving.
16. I feel that my job is beneath me and often feel that people doubt my intelligence because I am doing that kind of work, even though I have the exact same degree they hold.
17. I have seen EVERY Law and Order episode from all three series at least twice in my lifetime. (Yes, all 20 seasons of the original, still my favorite.)
18. I am amazing cook and some how I can throw anything in a pot and make it delicious. I wanted to be a chef but my mom said no.
2. I know way too much about TV, Characters, Celebrities, etc. If I focused more on academics I would have been smarter than my brother.
3. My two biggest fears are snakes and sitting at a red light.
4. I don't like to sleep in clothes because it restricts my movement in bed.
5. I HATE, HATE, HATE to be touched. I must do the initiating or I have to trust you.
6. I will never complain about my food being wrong at a restaurant.
7. If things do not go the way I planned it throws my whole day off. (Like wearing different shoes than the ones I was planning to wear to work.)
8. I need time to mentally prepare myself before I go out somewhere. (Xanex also helps.)
9. I am am incredibly picky eater. I don't eat cold cuts, meat is suppose to be warm. Things that are creamy and white gross me out.
10. I read fan-fiction and write it too.
11. I miss Marching Band........ way more than I should.
12. I quietly hold grudges.
13. I never cry, EVER.
14. When I feel stressed my eye ball twitches.
15. I don't like to get in the car unless I am driving.
16. I feel that my job is beneath me and often feel that people doubt my intelligence because I am doing that kind of work, even though I have the exact same degree they hold.
17. I have seen EVERY Law and Order episode from all three series at least twice in my lifetime. (Yes, all 20 seasons of the original, still my favorite.)
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| Jill Hennessy and I |
Stating the Obvious
I found this on my LJ. I wrote it Dec. of 2004 and it made me giggle.
Stating The Obvious
"Hey cool I just put my hair in dreads!!!! I am going to have to wash this shit out of my hair before it becomes a permanent knot! It was funny for the minute. Anyway, home alone for the 3rd night in a row. Let me state some things just to know in life.
#1 liquor in the ghetto is really cheap because the poor needs to get their drink on.
#2 walking outside in your really cool camouflage thermals in the night is a hit an run waiting to happen.
And #3 lets face it a pound of Hungry Man is well, 3/4 of a pound too much.
So what have we learned today. If you are going to buy cheap liquor in the ghetto, wear bright colored clothing, and the regular Swanson's TV dinner is enough."
Stating The Obvious
"Hey cool I just put my hair in dreads!!!! I am going to have to wash this shit out of my hair before it becomes a permanent knot! It was funny for the minute. Anyway, home alone for the 3rd night in a row. Let me state some things just to know in life.
#1 liquor in the ghetto is really cheap because the poor needs to get their drink on.
#2 walking outside in your really cool camouflage thermals in the night is a hit an run waiting to happen.
And #3 lets face it a pound of Hungry Man is well, 3/4 of a pound too much.
So what have we learned today. If you are going to buy cheap liquor in the ghetto, wear bright colored clothing, and the regular Swanson's TV dinner is enough."
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Incredibly True Adventures of SIRSY and Me in NYC
About three years ago Hayley’s best friend told us to go over to the Stone Pony to check out this incredible band. We went and they were like nothing I had ever seen. I was immediately smitten with SIRSY and have been hooked ever since. Since that show we have gotten the distinct pleasure of getting to know the members of SIRSY on a more personal level. I must admit that by just being in their presence I feel like that rock star that I had longed to be 12 years ago.
Melanie and Rich are two of the most remarkable people I have ever met in my life. They are the type of people that make you feel good and special just to be around them. I often find myself grinning like an idiot in their company. Unfortunately, they are based out of Albany and with having three jobs it’s hard to find time to head up there and see them. Every once in a while they grace New York City with their charisma and each and every time we some how witness the most bizarre things that can truly only happen in NYC.
We have witnessed a variety of ridiculousness from staggering drunks coming out of the various clubs near The Bitter End to random bums and crazy people asking for money or sharing news about the rapidly approaching apocalypse and how we can help stop it if we buy their newspaper/t-shirt/random crap or how about a drunk man laying on the street right behind the back wheels of the SIRSY van.
Recently we (Hayley and I) had the chance to spend two consecutive days with the infamous Velvet Lizzy Waters and Baron Karl Friederich Hieronymus von Munchhausen or Mel and Rich for short and good old faithful NYC did not disappoint us with its full-fledged madness.
After everything was packed up in the van we all dicided to head over to Mamouns’ a tradition after most NYC SIRSY shows. Hayl and I jumped in my car and tried to find it on our GPS but we couldn't get a signal-fail #1, then she tried to find it using my phone GPS-fail #2. At this point I am in a full blown panic attack because the band left like 10 minutes ago and we still haven’t even left our parking spot and I don't like to keep people waiting. Hayley tries to get directions off her CrappyBerry and her phone freezes-fail #3. We finally got the GPS to work and tried to rush over there. En route we come across a guy standing outside a cab. I assumed that he was just paying him until I heard yelling. We maneuvered around them and see that two cabbies had gotten into a fender bender and were cursing each other out to which the one cabby told the other cabby in a very thick Indian accent to, “learn some F***ing English already.” This made us giggle. We get to Mamouns and got to spend some quality time with Mel and Rich. At this point it was like 1am and we needed to head home.
Day 2 of our awesome SIRSY experience was pretty priceless. After their set at the Bitter End we tried to load out the equipment but had to struggle between the mass of bodies and another bands equipment which seemed sort of excessive if you ask me. We all carried out gear and Hayley stood guard making sure no one ran off with their stuff. On my final trip out to the van I noticed Hayl with her entire body draped over one of Mel’s cymbals. She explained that this jerk was trying to tap it with his set of keys. Me being a drummer knew that tapping a $400 cymbal with a key was a bad idea. Rich came out and I told the guy that he would break his hands but he could care less. After he realized we weren’t going to let him touch that cymbal he turned his attention to the high-hat. Rich told him that if Melanie saw him that she would go medieval on his toches (that’s Yiddish for tushie). That apparently pissed the dude off and he went on a tirade about how he has been in this area for 8 years and never broke someone’s stuff and that we didn’t trust him. He was a nutcase to say the least.
Next, we were all hanging around outside when we turn and hear a ruckus, my girl of course ran to see what it was because she is naturally curious and loves to make me feel uncomfortable. People were snapping photos left and right. I thought that maybe it was a celebrity or something until I saw this giant gorilla sized a**hole threw this girl to the ground, then a bunch of men running while two bouncers from one of the bars tackled the guy and tried to hold him down. We still don’t know what truly happened but the entire situation was out of control.
We were all about to go our separate ways when this guy walks up to our group and puts his hand out clearly begging for money. He told us, “I’m not asking for money,” huh, then why is your hand out sir? I turned my back to him in an attempt to not pay attention to the events that were unfolding.
Mel: We are musicians and just played a free show. We don’t have any money.
Bum: You didn’t get any tips?
Mel: No we don’t play for tips.
Me: (still completely uncomfortable and ready to bolt from this conversation)
Rich: Hey look, It’s Elvis!
Hayley: Please leave us alone we aren’t giving you any money.
The next thing we know this douche bag got into Hayley's face and started spewing some random crazy shit about needing another 9-11 among other crazy garbage that didn’t make any sense and was mad that we brought up the king. Surprisingly Hayley seemed unfazed by this but was upset that she didn’t get the chance to knock the guy out.
We ended the night, said our good byes, I shed a small tear because I have no idea when I will see them next and we went our separate ways. Nights like these seem insane but in the end it is all worth it when you get to share it with two of the most amazing talented and humble rock stars that one could ever meet.
I have to stop writing now because well, “I have fibromyalgia” and my fingers hurt and Rich told me to use that excuse when I don’t want to do something.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A Night in the Life of an Insomniac
Many people often ask me, "Top, what the f*ck do you do all night if you don't sleep?" Here is a run down of tonight's activities: had a convo with a friend of text messaging, went up stairs changed my earrings, took earrings out and changed them around, had another convo different friend over txt, took a quiz on FB, realized I didn't work out, tried to do pull-ups (I cheat), hung on bar and lifted up my knees, did sit-ups, then push-ups, then sit-ups again, decided I needed a shower, ransacked my house looking for my hair masque shit, went to take a shower, thought it was necessary to clean the toilet, washed my hair, put hair masque on it, scrubbed the shower, rinsed hair masque off, finished showering, went into my bed room, checked FB, glanced at email, got lost in thought, started writing this, didn't fit in status so I wrote it out as a note, heard Hayley scream, ran to the other room, realized she was just laughing, got a little mad, then read what she was laughing at and thought it was funny too, came back in room, got deja vu, got lost in thought again, thought about blow drying my hair, and will be posting this in a minute. After that I will most likely drink too much water, pee 8 more times, kiss Hayley goodnight, wander around aimlessly on the internet, mentally think about my day tomorrow, come up with ideas for my dad's birthday gift, and then decide it may be time to just go to sleep for the few hours that I do, wake up when I get my daily morning text message from my friend, smile, try to go back to sleep, can't, get up and start all over again.
Here is an update on what I just did in the last 45 minutes:
Combed my hair, realized I made a couple typos in this note, got mad at Hayley sending a txt to someone that kind of sounded mean but wasn't supposed to be, went to pee, brought Hayl her medicine, took my medicine, stared at myself in the mirror (naked), felt hungry, went down stairs, got animal crackers and computer charger, turned off all the lights that were left on, went back upstairs, peed again, put lotion on my tattoo, answered her question about having sex with a tampon in, got grossed out, kissed Hayley goodnight, plugged in phone, plugged in computer, realized that I have been getting stared and starred mixed up my entire life, changed it to the right one, Hayl turned over and yelled at me about the light being on, turned it off, went to pee again, came back and posted this.
Here is an update on what I just did in the last 45 minutes:
Combed my hair, realized I made a couple typos in this note, got mad at Hayley sending a txt to someone that kind of sounded mean but wasn't supposed to be, went to pee, brought Hayl her medicine, took my medicine, stared at myself in the mirror (naked), felt hungry, went down stairs, got animal crackers and computer charger, turned off all the lights that were left on, went back upstairs, peed again, put lotion on my tattoo, answered her question about having sex with a tampon in, got grossed out, kissed Hayley goodnight, plugged in phone, plugged in computer, realized that I have been getting stared and starred mixed up my entire life, changed it to the right one, Hayl turned over and yelled at me about the light being on, turned it off, went to pee again, came back and posted this.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
On Today's Teachers
For six years now, I have had the pleasure of observing/working with a vast array of different teaching styles. From being a college student and substitute teacher, to now a paraprofessional in a middle school I have gotten the chance to meet some fantastic and not so fantastic teachers. I give them all credit, middle school children are the hardest to deal with because of where they are on the maturity level but I got to be honest, how the heck are some of these teachers still teaching?
It seems hard to believe by some people that I do the job that I do with the amount of education I have. What can I say; you take what you can in this economy? I am fortunate enough to still be sponging off my folks until I can find a career. Until then I look at the job I have now as a great opportunity for me to do some research. I graduated with a degree in Communication Studies and although many of my colleagues think I am just some dumb “kid” it surprises them to learn that not only do I have a degree but I am also a published author. Can you imagine that, a highly educated person working in a job that makes the equivalent of a pimple faced high schooler? Preposterous.
In any case, I have been performing a lot of research in these last few years and I have come to the conclusion that some of the teachers I work with are idiots. While I do believe in tenure to an extent, there has to be a better way to get rid of some of these horrendous teachers who are under performing. Sure these people get observed and an administrator deems them skilled enough to teach but these teachers get warned before they are observed and can prepare and rehearse a lesson just for the observation and go right back to being a terrible teacher. Where is the sneak attack, administrators? No one misbehaves when mommy and daddy are watching.
Once a teacher gets tenure its all over. Their job is pretty much secure unless they do some heinous act. (By the way stealing from the hand that feeds you won’t even get you fired unless of course you are in jail.) Then you just get dismissed from your teaching duties because you cannot report to work.
I think that teachers should be up for re-evaluation every five years or so. That way if there are any people left that slipped through the chopping block the first time and received tenure they can get rid of them before they do any more harm.
Teaching children is not easy believe me, I have to worry about one student and I want to bang my head against a wall from time to time. I am not sure exactly who to blame for this but our children are getting dumber by the second. It could be the parents, or a child’s shear laziness, or perhaps all the distractions brought on by technology, but it could also be a bad teacher’s fault who is just in teaching for the security of a job and not for the real reason of teaching, the children. But this is for sure, my four year old cousin who likes to play teacher could probably do a better job than some of the hacks that are out there teaching the future leaders of tomorrow and I only understand ten percent of the words she says.
It seems hard to believe by some people that I do the job that I do with the amount of education I have. What can I say; you take what you can in this economy? I am fortunate enough to still be sponging off my folks until I can find a career. Until then I look at the job I have now as a great opportunity for me to do some research. I graduated with a degree in Communication Studies and although many of my colleagues think I am just some dumb “kid” it surprises them to learn that not only do I have a degree but I am also a published author. Can you imagine that, a highly educated person working in a job that makes the equivalent of a pimple faced high schooler? Preposterous.
In any case, I have been performing a lot of research in these last few years and I have come to the conclusion that some of the teachers I work with are idiots. While I do believe in tenure to an extent, there has to be a better way to get rid of some of these horrendous teachers who are under performing. Sure these people get observed and an administrator deems them skilled enough to teach but these teachers get warned before they are observed and can prepare and rehearse a lesson just for the observation and go right back to being a terrible teacher. Where is the sneak attack, administrators? No one misbehaves when mommy and daddy are watching.
Once a teacher gets tenure its all over. Their job is pretty much secure unless they do some heinous act. (By the way stealing from the hand that feeds you won’t even get you fired unless of course you are in jail.) Then you just get dismissed from your teaching duties because you cannot report to work.
I think that teachers should be up for re-evaluation every five years or so. That way if there are any people left that slipped through the chopping block the first time and received tenure they can get rid of them before they do any more harm.
Teaching children is not easy believe me, I have to worry about one student and I want to bang my head against a wall from time to time. I am not sure exactly who to blame for this but our children are getting dumber by the second. It could be the parents, or a child’s shear laziness, or perhaps all the distractions brought on by technology, but it could also be a bad teacher’s fault who is just in teaching for the security of a job and not for the real reason of teaching, the children. But this is for sure, my four year old cousin who likes to play teacher could probably do a better job than some of the hacks that are out there teaching the future leaders of tomorrow and I only understand ten percent of the words she says.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
On Proposition 8
If you haven’t been living under a rock these past few weeks, you know that Obama is our new President. However, you may not know that California and a few other states lost the battle for marriage equality when 51% of its voters voted "yes" on proposition 8, banning same sex marriage in that state. I know that, that is California and I live in New Jersey but the decision affected me too.
Before November 4th, same sex marriage was legal in the state of California making homosexuals as equel as the rest of the population. Now, thanks to the Mormon Church and numerous other religious groups that threw tons of money into campaigning for Proposition 8 to pass what we have worked so hard to achieve in human rights has been set back. I felt angry and hurt but at the same time truly touched by the way it affected Hayley. We started talking about it and discussing points. Hayley told me I sounded a bit preachy but I had to get up on my soapbox and yell about this injustice. So, here is my rant.
"We have to protect the sanctity of marriage," what the fuck does that mean exactly? Do they mean they want to protect the fact that they can get a divorce and remarry people as much as they want? Or do they want to protect the fact that they can have as many wives as they want (only applies to Mormons)? Or that they can carry on with illicit affairs while their spouse is none the wiser? Marriage is about love and there are no rules about love or at least there shouldn't be. But the main reason I am so angry that people voted "yes" on Proposition 8 is because "God" said that same sex marriage is wrong. A HELLO!! This is America and there is suppose to be a separation between the church and state. Therefore, we as a nation aren't suppose to base decisions on religious teachings, yet we always do. "One nation under God," when are we going to stop pledging that?
I know all you religious fanatics out there like to highlight passages in the bible about how homosexuality is wrong and immoral and how "God" says it's a sin, but I hate to remind everyone that the bible is just a an anthology of stories. God himself didn't write it, it was written by a bunch of men who were just interpreting what went down back then. I am pretty positive (based on all my years in catechism classes) that the only real rules to follow are the Ten Commandments and I know that none of them say anything about homosexuality (unless I decided to convent my neighbor's wife, which is pretty hot but that is more to do with adultery and not being a lesbian.)
I am as American as you can get, I consider ketchup a vegetable, and I am a virtual melting pot of nationalities so much so that you can't even tell my ancestry. They say that all men are created equal in America, but it really is only a myth, it's just something to say to make it look good for this country. I am sick and tired of being treated like a second-class citizen. Afraid of being honest about all of me because I am too scared that I might loose my job over a parent thinking I might turn their kid gay. (That would be an awesome superpower to have but I wouldn't use it on some kid, I would use it on all the celebrities I think are totally hot.) Or that I don't have the right to have my dream wedding because I can't marry the person I want to marry. I don't want to be just tolerated because of my sexual preference. Being an American is not about tolerance of diversity, but the embracing of diversities with the common goal of liberty and equality for all.
What right does the government have in telling us whom we should be allowed to marry? They shouldn't get the authority to regulate marriages gay or straight. If I decided to spend the rest of my life lying next to my Curious George doll and call it a marriage, I don't see how that is any of the government's business (maybe my therapist's business but certainly not the government.) That's why I think (and so does my girlfriend and many other's) that gay marriage should be allowed into law; rather I support the removal of the government's involvement in ALL marriages (along with its special privileges, which is innately unequal treatment.) Leave the term marriage out, save it for religious purposes only.
As for the idea that allowing gay men and lesbians to marry will destroy the sanctity of conventional marriage, I have witnessed that heterosexuals are doing that themselves. Great Job straighties keep on doing what you are doing, you are setting an excellent example for your children maybe when they are grow-ups the divorce rate will be around 75 percent.
Before November 4th, same sex marriage was legal in the state of California making homosexuals as equel as the rest of the population. Now, thanks to the Mormon Church and numerous other religious groups that threw tons of money into campaigning for Proposition 8 to pass what we have worked so hard to achieve in human rights has been set back. I felt angry and hurt but at the same time truly touched by the way it affected Hayley. We started talking about it and discussing points. Hayley told me I sounded a bit preachy but I had to get up on my soapbox and yell about this injustice. So, here is my rant.
"We have to protect the sanctity of marriage," what the fuck does that mean exactly? Do they mean they want to protect the fact that they can get a divorce and remarry people as much as they want? Or do they want to protect the fact that they can have as many wives as they want (only applies to Mormons)? Or that they can carry on with illicit affairs while their spouse is none the wiser? Marriage is about love and there are no rules about love or at least there shouldn't be. But the main reason I am so angry that people voted "yes" on Proposition 8 is because "God" said that same sex marriage is wrong. A HELLO!! This is America and there is suppose to be a separation between the church and state. Therefore, we as a nation aren't suppose to base decisions on religious teachings, yet we always do. "One nation under God," when are we going to stop pledging that?
I know all you religious fanatics out there like to highlight passages in the bible about how homosexuality is wrong and immoral and how "God" says it's a sin, but I hate to remind everyone that the bible is just a an anthology of stories. God himself didn't write it, it was written by a bunch of men who were just interpreting what went down back then. I am pretty positive (based on all my years in catechism classes) that the only real rules to follow are the Ten Commandments and I know that none of them say anything about homosexuality (unless I decided to convent my neighbor's wife, which is pretty hot but that is more to do with adultery and not being a lesbian.)
I am as American as you can get, I consider ketchup a vegetable, and I am a virtual melting pot of nationalities so much so that you can't even tell my ancestry. They say that all men are created equal in America, but it really is only a myth, it's just something to say to make it look good for this country. I am sick and tired of being treated like a second-class citizen. Afraid of being honest about all of me because I am too scared that I might loose my job over a parent thinking I might turn their kid gay. (That would be an awesome superpower to have but I wouldn't use it on some kid, I would use it on all the celebrities I think are totally hot.) Or that I don't have the right to have my dream wedding because I can't marry the person I want to marry. I don't want to be just tolerated because of my sexual preference. Being an American is not about tolerance of diversity, but the embracing of diversities with the common goal of liberty and equality for all.
What right does the government have in telling us whom we should be allowed to marry? They shouldn't get the authority to regulate marriages gay or straight. If I decided to spend the rest of my life lying next to my Curious George doll and call it a marriage, I don't see how that is any of the government's business (maybe my therapist's business but certainly not the government.) That's why I think (and so does my girlfriend and many other's) that gay marriage should be allowed into law; rather I support the removal of the government's involvement in ALL marriages (along with its special privileges, which is innately unequal treatment.) Leave the term marriage out, save it for religious purposes only.
As for the idea that allowing gay men and lesbians to marry will destroy the sanctity of conventional marriage, I have witnessed that heterosexuals are doing that themselves. Great Job straighties keep on doing what you are doing, you are setting an excellent example for your children maybe when they are grow-ups the divorce rate will be around 75 percent.
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