Well, considering all commenting on my poetry has stopped, I guess I'll write me a regular journal. Things have been all righty...just same old, same old. Tennis season started last week, which is yay, because I get to play a lot of tennis, but also boo, because I get to play a lot of tennis. And to tell you the truth, being around so many straight guys really cramps my style, yo. =/
One thing has really been bothering me lately, and that's gay slurs. It used to not bother me when people said "gay" or "fag," because I figured it was just lingo and not a personal attack on gay people. But now I realize that whether it's slang or not, it's still disrespectful and ignorant. And it hurts me to hear such language. I always feel like I'm being attacked when people say words like that. It makes me feel very lonely because I know I have no one else to back me up. I don't know what to do about it. It'd be rude to tell people that they shouldn't say such things, not to mention a violation of the bill of rights. I might be able to safely express to my friends that I'd rather they not speak that way, but I'd feel like I'm imposing on them. I'd also feel like a hypocrite since I told all my friends it doesn't bother me when I was still thinking it wasn't a big deal. Gee whiz, guys, what should I doooo?
In lighter news, I got a rainbow pin the other day and stuck it on my backpack for everyone to see. My bi friend also told me she wants to start a GSA at out school next year. Sha-veet! Well, I gotta jet. Stay spiffy and don't be afraid to comment on my dilemma, chillins, ya'll hear? =]