Unleash the pathetic romantic inside.

She walks into the room and once you catch sight of her you can’t look away. The sound fades into the distance as she moves. She looks in your direction and smiles and you can’t believe it. The most beautiful girl in the history of female-kind actually smiled at you. The light hits her perfectly from every angle. Her face is flawless and her body is fantastic. All you want to do is go and say “hi” but your brain has made it quite clear that she is out of your league, so it has dismissed your legs from action. No matter how much you want to go and introduce yourself, you cannot stand up. By the time your brain accepts that you’ve had enough time to think it through and prepare yourself for the oncoming rejection, it allows your legs to return to duty. You wait for her to be done talking or to be by herself and you slowly make your way over. As you approach she looks up at you, you reach where she is and you say, “hi” and the extent of your relationship is dependent on her next action, one second feels like a millennium and then she does it. The thing you’ve been waiting for. She smiles.

*

That moment, just before it happens. Two minds connect and share a common goal. Both know what the other is thinking and what they wish they weren’t. The idiotic sentences build up and there is only one thing keeping you from saying them: that smart, funny, astonishingly beautiful vision of absolute perfection. You run your hand through her hair and gently caress her face. You gaze into those beautiful eyes and suddenly there is no one else in the world – just you and her. The world is silent and you wish your brain was too. You could move in now if you wanted to and she wouldn’t mind – but you wait, let the tension build, wait for her to make a move and just before she does, you move in. It’s the dance of two lovers, no rehearsal needed because you both already know the steps. You pull back and she smiles at you before she comes back for more. Completely in sync with each other. Knowing what the other will do next and what they really want to do. But the noise of the world is lingering in the background so advancing is almost impossible.

*

The eyes meet and are soon followed by the lips, but this time it’s different. Because after a while a surge of heat fills both of your bodies and the passion increases. You slowly undo the buttons of her shirt and let it glide off of her skin. You admire the beauty that you have infront of you and try to accept the fact that she wants you too. Your lips work their way from the top of her neck down to her waist, where you unfasten her jeans to continue your journey. Her skin is soft and smooth as your lips discover her thighs. Her breathing changes as you gently introduce your teeth. She begins tearing off your clothes and you surrender to the animal you had been restraining. The feeling as your skin feels hers for the first time; your bodies intertwine and you work as one. You aim to please her and listen as her breathing becomes heavier and at the first hint of her making a sound you know you’re on the right path. And as she reaches the quivering climax, you know that in about a minute you’re about to go again.

*

The shouting. The feeling of a bomb ticking away inside you. Knowing that you’re about to explode into a fit of rage and drag up every little annoying thing about her. Totally aware that everything you say will hurt her but you say it anyway. Saying things you know you don’t mean just because it will make her feel another blade in her heart. Doing as much damage to her ego as you possibly can. Tearing her down and shredding every ounce of confidence she has, just because you can. During every moment you feel guilty, you feel dreadful and you feel like a monster but instead of stopping, you do more because she’s doing her fair share of damage too. But why are you doing this to her? Because you’re scared. You care and feel so strongly about her that is terrifies you and you want to focus on all of her bad points to stop you from doing the one thing that you’re too afraid to even think about. You shred her to pieces because maybe it will make her hate you so much that she leaves and never looks back. You do as much damage as possible because if you bring every bad moment to light then maybe she won’t seem so brilliant. The only problem is that for every pathetic, tiny, bad thing about her there are (at least) 10 amazingly brilliant things but you can’t think about them. Because you know that if you think about any of her good points then you will fall for her and the knowledge that falling in love with her is inevitable scares the shit out of you. So you just keep fighting. And you know she is the one for you because the next morning, she’s still there.

*

It’s another incredible day with the closest thing to perfection you have ever seen. She’s lying, cuddled into you, watching some random crap on the TV, that’s only on because neither of you are paying much attention to it. You talk to each other as you normally do, occasionally mentioning how shit the TV is but neither of you bother to change the channel. She says something cute and you laugh at how child-like she can seem at times. You mention her child-like qualities and she calls you a paedo, so you attack her and begin to play fight, after you’re finished you lie back down in the same position and kiss the top of her head. She rolls over to face you and makes you look at her. You’re expecting her to kiss you, and she does but what you don’t expect is the thing she does before. She opens her mouth and declares the most powerful phrase she ever could. Her voice is quiet as she says; “I love you”. Your brain goes into meltdown at the shock of what she has said and the only abilities you have left are to smile, and kiss her just before you reply with, “I love you too”.

Goals and Ambitions

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I want in life; my ultimate goals both professionally and personally. And when it came down to it, I actually surprised myself with what I truly want. I might be a lesbian who is on the Trans spectrum but I’m actually quite old fashioned with some of my aspirations. I had the idea to write this post and thought I’d ask a friend of mine about her goals, in some of these areas. So, here are my goals followed by Jo-Anna's just to show the differences between two (very similar) 17 year olds.

Professional Goals:

University

Me: In a few weeks I will be starting university to do a BSc in Behavioural Sciences. Now I haven’t even started the course yet but if all goes to plan and I manage it I want to go on to do a Masters degree. The subject of my Masters will depend on how I get on with my BSc. It’ll either be something to do with Media, Crime/Law or Psychology. After that’s completed I hope to continue on to do a PhD. Obviously, I hope to develop my social skills and all the usual shit that goes along with University life but I’m mainly focusing on the educational aspect. It might not happen but it’s good to hope right? I don’t know why but I love education and working towards things so this plan makes sense just now, but things change. So nothing is concrete.

Jo-Anna: I want to go to university for however long my course lasts, which is 4 years. I'll hopefully end up with an honours degree. And the only things I want out of it are a good time and the qualifications, and then a good job.

Employment 

Me: I’ve wanted to be a teacher since I was two years old. But now I’m not sure. I have many different passions and I’m not sure which one to follow. I could end up being a teacher; I could go into Psychology; some form of writing; LGBT issues; crime/law or maybe even a combination of each. I have no idea but I have time to work that out so it’s not necessary to know – exactly what I want to do – right now.

Jo-Anna: I want to be some kind of journalist. Preferably media related.

Personal Goals:

Health

Me: I’ve been dealing with many issues for a while and my main life goal is to get healthy. I hope to get over my OCD, depression and everything that comes with them and live a happier and more secure life. Kind of a boring one but I want to get there and just generally develop and more positive outlook.

Jo-Anna: I want to be healthy...

Kuk Sool Won

I’m on the right track to meeting the goals I have for Kuk Sool. I want to become a Master and open my own school (preferably in that order). I want to use my school to reach out to the LGBT community to help them defend themselves when it comes to hate crime and to build up the confidence of people who have already been attacked. I also hope to reach out to victims of domestic abuse, rape and other acts of violence in order to help them feel more confident in themselves and to help them feel safer in public. Basically, I want to use what I know and what I am good at to help people. And who knows, this might actually happen.

Love Life

This one surprised me and is where the old fashioned-ness really starts to show. I am awful when it comes to commitment. When things start to get serious I get scared and try to find a way out. The most common escape plan given to me by my darling brain is boredom. My brain makes me perceive my girlfriend as boring, so I end it and run for the hills. But when I actually stopped and thought about it I realised that, commitment is the one thing I want. You know how most people see their Grandparents showing affection to each other (whether it is holding hands, giving each other a little kiss or flirting with each other across the dinner table) disgusting and just a horrible thought to have? I don’t. It might have something to do with the fact that I’m not biologically related to my Grandpa, but when I see him and my Grandma flirting or anything like that I think it’s adorable. I look at them and I think “that is what I want. I want to be 70 years old and so happy with my wife that I don’t even notice other women.”  I want a wife, with whom I can spend the rest of my life. Funny that, I’m all for change and for diversity but I’m rather conventional.

Jo-Anna: I'd like to meet someone eventually, settle down etc. but in the meantime I’m fine with just living life until that point.

Family

This one was easy. I’m good with children and I want one. I don’t want to give birth though, I want to adopt. I mean, if the Mrs wants to physically have a child then I won’t stop her but I, personally, feel that there are so many children out there who are waiting for good homes that I would feel like a bad person if I didn’t even try to give one of them that. But the number of children I don’t really mind. I’d love to just have one boy but I wouldn’t object to more.

I don’t know if I’d be a good parent – I mean, I’m good with kids on a short term basis but who knows what they’ll be like with their own kids? I know one thing though; if/when I have a child I refuse to be one of those parents who misses half of their child’s life because of work. I don’t want to come home one day and find my child gone and a complete stranger sitting in their place. It may sound really stupid to know all of this by the age of 17 but I’ve had these feelings about having children for about 7 years and if I write all of these things down then maybe they will actually happen.

Pets? Rottweiler. People say they aren’t good with kids but that’s a load of shit! If you train a dog properly then it will be fine. Plus, I think they’re gorgeous.

Jo-Anna: As a general rule I don’t like kids but as I get older I might like the idea of having my own... but I don’t know.

Pets. I love pets. I love dogs so they're definitely on the wish list. And if I'm rich and famous I'd definitely have a horse or three.

While I was thinking about all of this, I realised something about myself. I am totally influenced by my Grandpa and all of my goals come from him. He is so proud of me for going to University because I’m the first person in my (biological) family to go and (if all works out) get a degree. He wants me to do the best I possibly can and make the most of everything which is why I want to get my PhD – just to make him proud.

Employment, health, Kuk Sool Won and love life come down to him telling me to be happy above everything else. Me wanting a child is because he wants great-grandchildren and doesn’t think he’ll be around to meet them (he’s kind of morbid sometimes). He doesn’t know I’m gay and I am more afraid to tell him than I am anyone else but even with the knowledge that he may reject me; I still want him to be proud. I want him to have Great-grandchildren before he dies (because he never fails to remind us that he won’t be around forever) because he’d be great with them! And I would love for any child I have to be able to meet him because he is an amazing man. I know it probably won’t happen, but I can dream right?

Ignorance, Spite and All Things Evil, That's What Little Fuckheads Are Made Of...

A story on pinknews.co.uk has attracted my attention. In my last post about how amazing Aberdeen Pride was I briefly mentioned the reasons why there is no such thing as Heterosexual Pride and now I have come across this:

“Sao Paulo city council backs ‘heterosexual pride’” and I can’t help but think to myself, you had better be fucking kidding me with this shit!!!!!

Someone please explain to me what gives people the right to believe that privileged people who are not discriminated against on a daily basis for part of their identity deserve a parade?

Wait, this guy is telling me: “those who claim to defend gay rights, privileges actually argue as if the gay was a special category of people who are above the law.”

Oh! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? I totally see your point of how gays wanting: protection from people who are attacking them or wish to attack them; to have their relationships legally recognised; to be allowed to get married and basically wanting to be treated the same as straight people means that we want a special category and believe we’re above the law. I totally get where you’re coming from, you complete and total dick!

Gays don’t want special treatment. We want equality. Sure not all of us care about “marriage” and are quite happy with Civil Partnerships but the whole reason we are fighting is so that we can be recognised as people not as the perverted scum of the earth that some people think we are.

“The law should be equal for everyone” okay, I like where this is going, continue; “but we have seen for a while now is a deification of the gays, because the newspapers almost every day brings some matter on them, the government is concerned to discuss the matter up in schools, with children and adolescents, distributing booklets and videos.”

Hold on a second! So you want things to be equal and not have people being better than other people. Good, I like that. What’s this you say, the newspapers are reporting on gay issues and kids and teenagers are being informed of the existence of gay people? *Gasp* How dare they! The rotten bastards! I mean as you say it’s not like gays are like “blacks, who are part of our history”.

You like Shakespeare? GAY!

What about Virginia Woolf? GAY!

Or Mário de Andrade? GAY!

Oscar Wilde? GAY!

Aristotle? Socrates? Liberace? GAY! GAY! GAY!

But no, we aren’t part of any history. Oh wait, my mistake, YES WE FUCKING ARE! And believe it or not we’re part of your present too. And those names up there, only a few examples.

One of many excuses made for the poor treatment of gays is that “the government also does not show any concern to combat racism in schools telling the story of blacks and their importance to our country”. So, you’re saying gays can’t have equal rights and homophobia can’t be tackled because racism isn’t being dealt with? Um...the two can be dealt with at the same time you know! They aren’t mutually exclusive and there are people who are attacked for both reasons. Fuck sake! Any idiot can see that you people need to sort out discrimination laws that protect people, not waste your time saying “we can’t help these people, because we haven’t helped these people”. Fucking dipshits!

The icing on the cake. The pivotal moment of this article. The fundamental statement made by this man. He says that straight pride is “not anti-gay but a protest against the privileges the gay community enjoys”. Privileges? You don’t allow children to be told that gay people exist; you deny gays the right to marry; you do not protect them against discrimination and you don’t treat them with respect as you do with straight people and you have the audacity to claim that gays in your country and privileged? Really?! You’re actually going to say that?

Well, that just shows me that not only do your laws need improving but your education system needs to be improved also. Because, if you think that people: having fewer rights than others; being treated like shit because of who they love and having their lives threatened and ended, by and because of other people, means that they are privileged then your teachers have obviously failed you!

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.

When straight people are disowned by their families for being straight, then there will be straight pride.

When straight kids are bullied in school for being straight, then there will be a straight pride.

When straight people are beaten up and killed for being straight, then there will be a straight pride.

When straight people are discriminated against by their Governments and denied equal rights, then there will be a straight pride.

When straight people are so scared of how they will be treated that they hide their relationships in public THEN there will be a straight pride.

When straight people are pushed to suicide because they are straight, THEN, AND ONLY THEN, THERE WILL BE A STRAIGHT PRIDE!

People like this shouldn't be allowed to use crayons without supervision yet they're in charge of people's lives - that is FUCKED UP!!!!!!!!!! 

There are other things, from this article that I could go into detail about but I’m not going to. I've pretty much covered everything I could think of and if I’ve missed anything then someone else can write about it.

Full article.

Our Time to Stand Up and Shout

“There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout:

This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! 

I am a whole complex package. 

Take me... or leave me. Accept me - or walk away! 

Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be 

and don't try to change me to fit your mold. 

If I need to change, I alone will make that decision." - Stacey Charter.

Pride. The event that describes itself and the mood of every attendee.

I love it! I don’t know how anyone can avoid feeling this way about pride – you know, anyone who isn’t a mentally-backwards, right-winged, conservative dick who doesn’t have enough brain cells to allow them to switch a light on without assistance; or (the simplified version) idiots.

Pride is an amazing event. It brings an eclectic group of people to one place and allows them to socialise and bond with each other. People of all ages, stages, shapes and sizes. It’s brilliant!

The entertainment at Aberdeen Pride was incredible  The musicians were AMAZING!!!!! 

The band Crooked Little Vein (on the left and right) were brilliant! And rather easy on the eyes, wink wink.

And the host (on the left) was in a gorgeous dress and rocking it!!!!!

I’ve been to one pride event before and it was good but this one was way better and I think that’s because I had a group of friends there: 

AND I was volunteering for Stonewall who (in my opinion) are some of the nicest people ever!!! New versions of old games were played, for example, when out and about my friends and I usually play “spot the gay” but at Pride we had the opportunity to play “spot the straight” and let’s not forget the classic game of “Present requests” which involved me pointing at every hot girl who was there and saying, “can I have her for Christmas, please?????” Yes, it sounds stupid but it was a right laugh!

We had 30 seconds silence in memory of everyone who has passed in the fight for LGBT rights, which was followed by 30 seconds of shouting, screaming and jumping up and down in memory of those same people.

I love LGBT Pride, not only because of the vast amount of rainbow flags etc., but also because of the general positive feelings and the fact that everyone is smiling. If there was any bitching then I didn’t see it (admittedly I did have a bit of a rant but I left Pride in order to do it).

Pride did remind me of a (rather disappointing) problem I have. I cannot talk to girls. Guys I have no problem with, I get into conversation with them, have a bit of banter and we’re sorted. Try getting me to talk to a girl and I (metaphorically) shit my self. I can’t even ask someone’s name for fuck sake! Something must be done about this!

I am very happy that I didn’t hear the question “why don’t we have straight pride?” though. I think every LGBT... person has heard that question and other similar ones. It is one of the most idiotic things I have ever been asked. You ask me why there isn’t a straight pride and I’ll ask you why you need a straight pride.

Are there straight people being disowned by their families because of their sexuality?
Are there straight kids being bullied in school because of their sexuality?

Are there straight kids committing suicide because of the harsh treatment they receive because of their sexuality?

Are the rights of straight people being restricted and/or removed because of their sexuality?

Are straight people being denied employment because of their sexuality?

Are their straight people being killed or imprisoned for daring to show affection for the person they love?

No? I didn’t think so. But when all these things are happening then, and only then, will we have a “straight pride”. Because let’s face it, everyday is straight pride.

The great thing about Aberdeen Pride was the amount of straight people who heard the music and came to have a look around. Parents out with their young children took them down to listen to the music and to see the “lady in the pretty dress” as I heard one child say. Others came and enjoyed it until they found out what was going on and they left. Either way, there was no sign of religious protesters, there was one woman handing out leaflets about a preacher but there were no people condemning the activity and shouting the overused threats of hell at us.

Overall it was a great day. Some personal down moments but they were totally completely outweighed by the joy, excitement and overall gayness of the event. Not to mention the immense pride being shown and celebrated by everyone there. It was a great day with great people.

Can’t wait for next year! 

Too Similar to be the Same

Interests and thoughts overlap and are things that we share,

Civil Partnership or Marriage - we don't really care.

Love of Timbo ironically borders on fundamental worship,

We each believe the Catholic Church is a twisted dictatorship.

Shane is a main focus, practically every single day,

We can talk for hours about anything, even slightly gay.

And even though we share these common things and others,

There are things that are different, one being our Mothers.

The differences between the two are obvious and clear,

They have their way of dealing with their daughter being queer.

When it comes to my view of you, we always disagree,

And the same thing happens any time you try to flatter me.

You tell me that I’m funny, but I think I’m a tit,

I say you are gorgeous – you think I’m talking shit.

You say that I am kind, but I think I am vile,

I say you are clever, and (in disbelief) you smile.

Although, 98% is a lot of things to share,

There is a point to all of this which is true and fair.

The conflicts we have really are a shame,

But the fact is we’re just too similar to be the same.

Walt Disney - the perverted little genius!

WARNING!!!!! This post contains information that may destroy your childhood!!!!!

Do not read if you are a hard-core Disney fan!!!!!

Parents naturally worry about many things when it comes to their children – especially first time parents. They worry about their child growing up too soon and they want their child to remain as innocent as possible for as long as possible. In order to do this they, try to, protect their children from different things. Some hide violent images (on TV, in films or in games) from their children to stop them from realising the world isn’t the nice, shiny, friendly place they believe it is; others keep the presence of LGBT people a secret – for reasons I don’t quite know; others deny the existence of paedophiles so that their child isn’t fearful of every stranger they meet; some don’t use “bad language” around their child and others use stories of storks and “special hugs” to keep their child innocent about S-E-X. Parents go to such lengths to protect their child’s innocence and then they give them a bath, tuck them into bed and read them fairytales. Or they sit their child in front of the television and play them various Disney movies. All that hard work for nothing eh?

Every adult theme you try to protect your child from, is in those stories/films, along with others you hadn’t even considered. Don’t believe me? I’ll show you.

Snow White

This story begins with a creepy-hot stepmother talking to a mirror and asking it who the hottest person in the land is. When it turns out that her stepdaughter is better looking than she is, she demands that her stepdaughter is killed.

You read this creepy shit to your children! This is basically telling them that looks are the most important things in the world and that you have to be the best looking person ever, otherwise you have nothing in life. Really? Really?!

It gets worse.

This girl finds out about her stepmother’s plot to kill her and she runs away into the woods and breaks into a house. The owners of the house turn out to be 7 men who are named after their most prominent personality trait (weird). Who then take her in and look after her provided that she cooks and cleans for them while they are at work.

CREEPY!!!!! Seriously, if a child was taken in by 7 men and allowed to stay with them as long as she worked for them, the men would not be praised as friends of the child they would be locked up! Little thing called child slavery or a Paedophile ring, depending on your perspective.

Then, continuing the theme of physical beauty being the most important thing in the world, the stepmother magically transforms alters her appearance and tries to poison her stepdaughter!!!!!

Not only does this further force the idea of looks are everything but it also puts kids off of fruit. You wonder why your child doesn’t like eating fruit when you’re telling them stories about how a child gets poisoned with fruit!!!!!

Then this young girl is dead and gets kept in a glass coffin while she waits for a man to come and give her the kiss of life.

Right, so it’s also okay to have intimate moments with dead people. And you wonder why your kids are damaged...

Cinderella

The classic tale of the beautiful girl who lives with her ugly step-relatives and gets treated like a slave. They go to a ball, Fairy Godmother shows up and Cinderella gets to go as well. She meets the prince, runs away, loses a shoe and he tracks her down with the shoe and they live happily ever after.

Where to begin? The emphasis on physical appearance really annoys me. I mean, the stepsisters are actually called the “Ugly Stepsisters” – come on!!!!! Too much focus on how people look and not enough on the whole slavery aspect.

Okay, this one is mainly my bitterness coming through by what ever, it’s a good point!

The Jungle Book

I re-watched this movie when I was about 13, and nearly died from the laughter instilled by the context of this movie.

There are recurring appearances made in this film by a snake that hypnotises Mowgli (the child) and says things to him like: “let me look at you...you don’t want me to look at you? Then, you look at me,”; “I have my own ssubtle little wayss” and he repeatedly says to Mowgli, “trusst in me, you can sleep safe and sound, knowing I am around.” Um, which part of this does not scream “PAEDOPHILE!!!!!” to every parent? Go back and watch it or watch that scene on YouTube and you will hear the blatantly obvious flirtatious tone of Kaa’s voice and if you properly listen to what he’s saying you will be shocked!

You try to protect your child from life’s mass murderers and then you show them this movie which revolves around a creepy, child-killer with a number of skeletons in his closet. Shere Khan, the Bengal Tiger, who spends this entire movie hunting down Mowgli and then he tries to kill him. A wasted effort, if ever there was one.

To every (idiot) parent who wishes to hide gay people from their children – do not show them this film or read them the story, because if you do all of your efforts will be in vain. I, personally, would recommend this movie for all children, but if you’re dead set on encouraging your children to join your hate campaign against a group of loving people then seriously don’t let them see it – wouldn’t want you to go to all that effort for nothing (without being warned first). Bagheera and Baloo are the cutest dysfunctional gay couple in children’s animation. Got to love Disney for their acceptance and inclusiveness – well obviously, you haven’t got to love them, you might want to whip out your “pen of rage” (as Russell Howard would call it).  Promoting equality and tolerance in the subtext of their children’s films.

Beauty & the Beast

Man gets taken by a monster, daughter goes looking, monster trades girl for man so man gets to go free. People plan to kill the Beast but the girl and Beast have fallen in love with each other so she won’t let them get him.

Not going to go into details about the implied drug usage which caused the household appliances and furniture to be able to talk – pretty self-explanatory

What is this? Introduction to Bestiality: Junior Edition? A beautiful girl rejects a man for an animal (who then turns out to be a man, yeah what ever) fact is, she fucked a bear!

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty: the story of a beautiful baby girl who is wanted by an evil bitch so she hides away in a forest with 3 women so the evil bitch can’t find her. Then once the girl has grown up, the evil bitch finds her, curses her and then a spell is cast on her to make her sleep instead of die (or something) and wouldn’t you know it, the only thing that can wake her up is a kiss from a hot guy. Wow, first time that one’s been told!

These films bug me (in general) because any time someone threatens someone else or tries to kill them, no one phones the police! Strange.

So, this film tells children that child-killers are out there. It also reinforces the idea that women need men to survive – yikes.

Pinocchio

Ah, Pinocchio. Credited for teaching children not to lie, by threatening them with the elongation of their nose. Not credited for teaching children about the existence of kidnappers though is it? I think that’s wrong. I believe a story which alerts children to the reality of people who steal children should get full credit. So, well done Pinocchio. Well done!

The Lion King

Attempts to hide murder from your children are wasted as soon as you let them see this movie or read them the story. This movie contains a scene where a lion is dropped from the top of a rock by his brother who then watches as he falls to his death. This lion is then found by his son.

On what level is this different from actual stories of murder and violence on the news?

Hercules

The Greek myth about a baby who is taken away from his parents (who are gods) and poisoned so that he loses all of his godly-powers. But he keeps is superhuman-strength and is raised by mortals.

He, later, discovers that he is adopted and finds out who his parents are.

NOW, baby poisoning and kidnapping aside, this is where my main problem is. After Hercules finds out who his parents are, he is not allowed to live with them. Why? Because he has to “prove himself” first. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PARENTS ARE THEY?! Parents are meant to love their children unconditionally, all this story does is tell children they need to work to earn your love and if they are not perfect then they will be disowned by their parents. 

What makes me laugh is the parents who complain about gays “promoting homosexuality” when most of these stories blatantly promote heterosexuality. I mean come on! Can’t complain at us when you started it.

So basically, parents, this should tell you one thing. Your efforts to prevent your children from finding out about these things and your attempts at maintaining your child’s innocence are completely, totally, 100% pointless. Due to the fact that you undermine yourself. You hide the news, violent programmes and graphic scenes from your children and then you go and show them these films and/or read them the stories. In conclusion; sucks to be you.

Thanks to "Queenie" ;) for helping me with this 

Small incidents, huge consequences.

It never fails to amaze me when a random event has a huge impact on my life. It can be beneficial to me or it could be soul-destroying, either way it fascinates me when it changes my opinion on something; my outlook on life or anything else.

The reason these things surprise me is because they are things that I don’t even expect to happen. I mean, a date that you plan with a gorgeous girl can have a major impact on you if it goes better or worse than you expected but that’s because something was planned. The random events that you didn’t even know could happen until they’ve already started.

I have two main examples of the vast effect these events can have on you.

Positive event:

I was sitting around in the park with my friend Jess – because we’re that cool – and just as we were getting ready to leave a dog came bounding over to us. Now, usually when a stranger’s dog comes over the owner will shout the dog back and get away as quickly as possible. This time was different. The (later discovered to be lovely) man checked with us that we were okay with dogs and came and had a chat with us while his dog investigated us new people.

This lovely (told ya) man talked to us about the fact that I don’t sound like a local, my home town, plans for after summer, his work, his family and we had a lot of banter too.

He’s a total legend.

This whole thing with him changed my outlook on people. I’ve been through things in my life which have resulted in me not liking or trusting people I meet. He has proven to me that people can be kind and charming and that not all of them are spiteful and cruel. This experience with him has completely changed me and it all happened because of chance. Jess and I just happened to still be in the park at the time he decided to walk his dog. If we had left 10 minutes earlier this whole thing never would’ve happened.

Negative event:

My sister ran away from home (again) and I went with Mum to look for her. We eventually found her – after driving round half the town – and these two boys (I know) were there with her. I got out of the car to get my sister. My foot had barely grazed the surface of the pavement when I heard it, “there’s the dyke!” My sister told them off but it didn’t stop them. So, once she was in the car and the comments were continuing I stayed back to tell them off. Mum drove away and I went over to one of the boys (let’s call him Twatface) and said, “next time you’re going to say something about me, try saying it to me not my sister.”
As soon as I’d finished saying that, Twatface’s sister appeared and asked me what was going on.

Me: “He’s been barking shit at my sister about me and I told him not to”

TF’s sister:  “There’s no reason to swear, did I swear at you? No I didn’t!
                    And that’s brother.”

Me: “Yeah, my sister’s 12 and he’s harassing her.”

TF’s sister: “he’s 13”

Me: “I know”

TF’s sister, “and I’m 21 and he’s my brother and I’m going to defend him.”

I turned back to Twatface and said, “you going to back off?” and he went “yeah.” His big sister joins in with, “he gets the message.” I said, “good” and left.

I hadn’t been aggressive towards them, I even made sure my body language was calm. Hers on the other hand couldn’t have been worse. Jolting her shoulders forward when she spoke, wide eyes when she was staring at me (and she was properly staring). Had to stop myself from telling her to calm down. Now, I wasn’t being a dick, that’s just the way I talk especially when I’m angry – she doesn’t know that, fair enough.

But this whole thing brought back memories of school when I would be made to feel like it was my own fault I was being bullied and that I’m the one who deserves to be punished. After I left there I headed to my friend’s house and the word “dyke” and other’s like it were thrown at me like confetti at a wedding. It hadn’t been this bad in weeks!

Four years worth of anger, frustration and misery hit me in about 4 seconds and I crashed. I couldn’t cope with it and I forced myself to spend time with my friend so that I didn’t throw myself onto the train tracks or jump into the middle of the road.

It probably sounds stupid that such a small thing (man in the park or TF’s sister) could cause me to react in such a huge way way and possibly sounds like I’m being a dramaqueen and making mountains out of mole hills. Trust me, I’m not. This is the point I’m trying to make, small events can have massive impacts on people. One tiny thing can bring back all sorts of memories and/or feelings and cause you to feel the way you did at those times that’s what happened with TF’s sister – she made me remember how I felt when those Teachers in school made it all seem like my fault and the people shouting at me on my way down the street just caused me to feel the extreme emotions I felt when it was happening on a daily basis.  

I bet you all have those memories – be they exceptional or demoralizing – of things that have happened which you couldn’t have planned for.  They happened purely out of chance and the random events of life. Sometimes, these memories can be the best ones you’ll ever have.

I’d just like to add, I’m not angry at TF’s sister she was only doing exactly what I was doing – defending her sibling. I’m angry at her brother, his friend and everyone who shouted things about me while I was walking down the street. But, looking back, there was definitely a reason to swear.