Lindsay Lohan, 24, her name and face are all over the news because she is a drug addict and went to jail. Julio Vargas, 23, Paul Miller, 22, Christopher Eastman, 28, Joe Wrightsman, 23, Justus Bartett, 27, Dave Santos, 21, are all Marines, who gave their lives for us this week in Afghanistan. Honor them by reposting.
I envy you. You guys take what you have for granted. I wish I could hold my partner’s hand in public without being judged. I wish I could hold them, kiss them, walk hand-in-hand and not have people whisper behind our backs.
I wish my family would pester me about dates to the point of annoyance; to ask me who I went with, what movie we watched, if he’s cute; to show some interest in my life instead of ignoring or being ashamed of everything I do.
The worst thing you guys need to worry about when introducing your loved one to your family is if they’ll like them. I worry about getting shunned and forced out.
You guys only have to worry about whether or not a person is interested in you. I constantly have to second guess myself, wondering if that person is gay or not. And then I have to wonder if he’s into me or not. And then I have to wonder if he’s out or not so I can approach him without him being scared.
We have clubs, prides, festivals, parades so we don’t have to be constantly questioning. Less than 10% of the population is gay. That’s not very much. It just makes it even harder for us to find each other. Especially since so many of us are hiding.
You guys are so lucky. You really don’t know how easy you have it. You can get married so easily whereas we’re fighting so hard for something we shouldn’t even need to fight for.
So there you have it. I’m jealous of you, straight people. I don’t hate you. I just want you guys to cherish and acknowledge what you have ‘cause there’re some people out there who don’t have that luxury.
Do not tell her that there are plenty of fish in the sea.
She’ll be a smartass, she’ll say, “BUT I DON’T WANT A FISH. I WANT HIM. I WANT HIM BACK. WAHHHHHH.” Then you’re a socially awkward penguin.
Do not tell her that he was stupid for leaving her.
She’ll be a smartass, she’ll say, “I WAS STUPID FOR LOVING HIM. WAHHHH.” Then you’re again, socially awkward penguin.
Do not tell her that he didn’t deserve her, and that she was too good.
She’ll be a smartass, she’ll say, “IF I’M SO GOOD, WHY DID HE BREAK UP WITH ME. WAAAAAAH.” Then you’re socially awkward penguin. What you do is, you say, “BITCH. GET THE FUCK UP. WE’RE GOING TO WAL-MART. WE ARE BUYING A GALLON OF ICE CREAM FOR YOUR MOPEY ASS, AND YOU’RE GOING TO CRY. ALL FUCKING NIGHT. YOU WILL WAKE UP TOMORROW MORNING. WE ARE BURNING ALL HIS SHIT. ALL OF IT. WE’LL GO SHOPPING, AND BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BITCHES ON THE PLANET.”She can’t be a smartass, and you are no longer caught in a socially awkward situation. You are not a penguin, you are practically jesus.
“I realize that if I wait until I am no longer afraid to write, act, speak, be, I’ll be sending messages on a ouija board, cryptic complaints from the other side.”—Audre Lorde; writer, poet and activist. 1934-1992 (via cdxblog)