06) The fact that so many people in my country and especially my hometown don’t accept LGBT people makes me want to move to Europe.
Reblog if you don’t care if someone is transgender, straight, gay, lesbian or bisexual.
My followers better all reblog this…
there should be more notes
If you don’t reblog this, unfollow me.
I don’t give a fuck.
Do it.
Because I could have 0 followers for all I care, if all the bullying stopped, it would make me happy.
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ forever.
That awkward moment where you see a gay couple and your brain immediately tries to classify them into dominant-submissive roles despite the fact that your heart knows that those classifications are only something instilled into you by your hetero-centric culture.
Oh, Facebook.
So. I’m cruising FB to see whose birthday it is today, and I saw a post from a woman that stopped me in my tracks. This woman, who will henceforth be known as “Grey,” is someone who graduated with my mother from High School and who I have known most of my life. She is stepmother to a childhood friend of mine (represented by a light green later on, though only once), though he lives out in Colorado most of the year, and I know her moderately well. Or, thought I did.
This particular post was about how she had seen a guy in a woman’s lingerie section and hoped that “he wasn’t a freak like a transvestite.” Of course, me being me, I couldn’t let this stand. I replied rather calmly, saying that you can’t really judge people overall like that, and that she should really find out more about them before calling them freaks. She proceeded to say worse and worse things about them until I posted this status below.
I WAS a smartass, I will say that much. And I will say that, for the following dialogue and this, I did not handle myself as professionally as I should have. But bear in mind this is a woman who I grew up with- someone I trusted, someone I liked- and I felt absolutely betrayed by her. Not only that, but she posts a threat to my interaction with my childhood friend’s entire FAMILY, all of whom I am friends with.
Here is the message she sent me, and my replies. She is grey, and I am blue (duh. XP)
I did not handle myself as well as I should have, and I do not know what this argument will mean for my future interactions with my childhood friend and his family. But I said what I wanted to say, and I suppose that’s all I COULD do.
