That's what one person in a gay Yahoo group had to say to this video below when it was posted under the headline "Whose younger brother is this -- and I do mean younger".
The comments on Youtube for this video are harsh and deeply ignorant.
"This gay shit is OUTTA CONTROL. The madness must STOP"
"this boy is a fucking faggot."
"Do you not have any masculine influences in your life? This is not cool son."
I've come to expect that level of ignorance from the masses who comment on YouTube. But for a gay man to say this kid's performance is a "damn shame" leaves me speechless. I just had to share that with everyone because the depth of self-loathing in our community leaves me weak sometimes.
While other boys played with sports, I played with bugs. Though my attempts at creating Bugzilla by injecting them with all sort of junk always failed, I never gave up. For me, creating something new and wonderful - like a fifty-foot Potato Beetle – was infinitely better than practicing getting little balls through little holes, or down field without breaking my glasses.
The other boys thought I was weird and loved telling me so, hourly. Through all the getting suddenly shoved into the lockers, mocked for getting A’s without really trying, laughed at for doing anything more outgoing than just standing quietly in a corner, I never once thought of wrapping a rope around my neck and hanging myself.
But then again, maybe if it were all the rage at the time, I would have. Maybe. ~
Today is the National Day of Silence to honor those who have fallen prey to LGBT violence; like the recent tragic Bullycide of Carl Walker-Hoover. Here is quick video honoring the day.
Now, below ... is the response ad by the Illinios Family Institute, one of the many, lovable, Christian family organizations who's only desire is to protect the children. **Oh, that would be children without a hint of difference or deviance - because, obviously, the odd fish are fair game to be bullied, beaten, and subjected to all manner of Hell because that's how God wants it.**
What a glorious display of Jesus' love for his fellowman. It harks back to a recent related post - Whence Cometh Evil?
I got this note recently in a same sex yahoo group:
"Plain and simple men should not marry men and women should not marry women. Another waste of time when we as gay people should be worried
about more important issues right now. Gay marriage my ass! IT IS
NOT IMPORTANT!"
Sadly, this is the attitude of many in the gay communtity. This issue reminds me of a line from the musical Funny Girl, the track Sadie, Sadie:
"...oh how that marriage license works, on chamber maids and hotel clerks..."
Barbra Streisand's character believed (as did all women then) that being married was the ultimate, being married meant something, it carried a powerful punch, it opened doors. So I agree that we have issues to worry about other than marriage equality, or, as I like to say, just equality -- because its really not about that "simple wedding band". For as long as they can deny us this basic right of human existence, and justify it for whatever reasons, it sends the unspoken message that:
...its OKAY to look down upon gay Americans,
its OKAY to deny us an apartment or medical treatment,
it's OKAY to fire us from our jobs,
and its OKAY to kick the shit out of kids on the playground who are only suspected of maybe, possibly, being gay one day.
By saying we don't deserve the right to [ fill in the blank ] shouts to the world that we're different, we're "less than", and opens the floodgate to discriminate, abuse, and even kill. That's unacceptable. That's why this seemingly unimportant issue is so very important.
Some gays say they don't want to get married. Cool. Neither do I. But that's also aside from the point. And to even think that we can't work for EQUALITY and at the same time tackle all those other issues effecting us is pretty silly.
Like Obama said, we have to be able to handle more than one thing at a time. And while we bicker over whether we should fight for this or that right, people, children, are dying. This heartbreaking story of an 11 year old who was bullied and called "gay" so much that he hung himself is becoming all too common. "Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover hanged himself by tying an electrical cord around his neck that was fastened to a support beam in his home after enduring another day of being taunted at New Leadership Charter School."
And yet, many of us STILL sit by while we are marginalized, and while our youth are tormented so that they hang themselves. It's truly sad what self-loathing homos will allow to be heaped upon their bowing and scraping heads. Thank God, I'll never be one of them. ~~
Special thanks to:
(photographers) Daniel Greene, See-Ming Lee
Footage includes:
"Two Men Dancing" - Thomas Alva Edison (1895); "Dizzy Red Riding Hood" - Betty Boop cartoon (1931)
"Call Her Savage" (1932); Tel-Aviv Pride; Manchester (UK) Pride; Bangkok Pride; Toronto Pride; Copenhagen Pride; Christopher Street Day, München (Munich).
As I watched him prepare to shoot up on the bathroom floor, I felt a mix of fear, horror, fascination and arousal.
He didn’t tie that rubber thingy around his arm like I’d seen Diana Ross do in Lady Sings the Blues. Then again, this was no movie.
“You’re beautiful,” I said. “So fuckin’ beautiful. Anyone ever tell you that?”
His eyes cut up to me and sparkled; his thuggish craftiness faded. He could have been a wholesome, doe-eyed Norman Rockwell painting.
“Yeah," he smiled, displaying teeth surprisingly white. “Sometimes.”
He wasn’t a junkie anymore, just a beautiful young man sitting on the floor next to my toilet. Or maybe a handsome leading man, playing the hell out of his junkie role: Wardrobe had done a great job of making him disheveled, and make-up was on point too, giving him that hollow, hungry look.
But as our eyes locked, I saw the real José. I wanted to bend down and kiss those lips, stroke that angular cheekbone. I wanted to peel that dirty oversized shirt from his lanky frame, massage him with lavender oil; wanted to loosen that ponytail, so I could brush his black mane until it gleamed like it was meant to. And then his hair could hang wild, savage, and tickle my flesh as I held him close, kissed him, made love to him, again and again.
“Why you wanna watch this shit, pa?”
“I don’t know,” I responded. He was so young, so classically handsome. I heard myself saying, “With your looks, you could be . . . do anything you want. Why this?”
His innocence faded, the cameras stopped and the leading man stormed off the set. He slapped his arm like a baby’s butt and said, “Same reason you wanna watch.” ~~
Still, years went by -- four now -- and despite being featured on America's Most Wanted several times, the monster who dismembered 19-year-old Rashawn Brazell on or around Valentine's Day is still free.
This man is still celebrating his birthday, Christmas, sitting down to dinner with his family on Thanksgiving, and possibly even bouncing babies on his knee. Desire Brazell used to bounce baby Rashawn too, but now she just needs to know who murdered her son.
As Valentine's Day approaches, again, with still no justice, its up to us to light a fire under this case. Lots of things have happened this year we never thought we'd see -- like the election of Obama. Let's focus on re-igniting this cold case now with the knowledge we can accomplish the seemingly impossible -- for Rashawn, to give his mother, Desire Brazell some peace and closure, and for all those who need to know that Black Gay Lives do matter.
...According to this opinion piece at least. But opinion pieces are like assholes, especially when written by a "licensed school psycologist" who happens to be one. The author, Dennis Todd, seems to posit that gay clubs in schools promote dangerous and destructive lifestyles and therefore are damaging to young minds. Yeah, we're gonna sprinkle fairy dust and make all the straight kids queer.
Well, IMHO, sports and the entire athletic program was destructive and deadly to the growth and self-esteem of a young man who had no desire (or skill) to lob balls through little holes, or whack them with rackets, or carry them through menacing lines of other boys trying to pound me into the muck. Yeah, me.
Still, to my daily humiliation, I was forced to participate. Amazingly, after all that indoctrination into athletics and the rough and tumble lifestyle of maleness, I never ever developed a hankering for Monday Night Football.
A gay club would have been a welcomed haven for me during my hellish high school years. ~~
Bobby Griffith's four-year struggle with being gay and trying to live a Christian life ended on Aug. 27, 1983.
On that day, the twenty-year-old California man backflipped off a freeway overpass in Portland, OR., timing his leap so his body would be struck and killed by an oncoming tractor-trailer. For four years before his death, his religious mother encouraged him to "cure" his homosexuality through prayer. Bobby also kept an extensive diary during those years, which chronicles his highs and lows.
Prayers for Bobby
When: 8 p.m. Saturday (re-airs at 7 p.m. Sunday and 8 p.m. Tuesday)
Network: Lifetime
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