By Ambition 15
This book is one of the best I've read in a while. It Gets Better by Dan Savage and his partner Terry Miller is a book all about "coming out, overcoming bullying, and creating a life worth living."
Based off of the recent It Gets Better YouTube phenomenon, where celebrities, LGBT people and authorities made videos stating that it gets better. The book is a collection of essays by the people who did the videos, including the author and his husband.
This is a must read for any LGBTQ teen, whether your being bullied or not. It made me feel great every time I read it, knowing that there are others who went through exactly what I go through now.
I have a confession: I should've written this review at least a month ago. Unfortunately, I haven't finished watching “Anotherworld” by Fabiomassimo Lozzi. And every time I had a long afternoon with nothing to do, I told myself to watch it. I put in the DVD, watched another five minutes. But I couldn't finish it. Perhaps acknowledging the unwatchability of the film is effective in and of itself.
The movie starts out as a fantastic idea - it's an experimental piece containing a series of short (one to three minute) monologues on the subject of homosexuality and homophobia. It's an Italian film with English subtitles and the characters cover a broad range of ages, sizes, fetishes, and stories. A skinhead talks about homosexuality, a priest talks about meeting with a male prostitute, a S&M sub talks about his first sexual experience. There are prostitutes, men in married heterosexual relationships -- just about every trick in the gay book.
There are two types of book in the oddly defined genre of “Young Adult Literature” that I've become sick of. The first is, unfortunately, books about queer youth. This is because they almost all have nearly the same plot line- young queer person discovers their sexuality. It gets old. The second type is books by two authors, in which each author narrates from a different character's point of view, simply because I find it grating.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan is a young adult novel about queer youth by two authors, each narrating from a different point of view. Somehow, miraculously, the book is fresh, funny, fascinating, and, without question, good.
Strange, I know.
Green (Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, and Paper Towns, also an internet celebrity of vlogbrothers fame, heterosexual), narrates as Will Grayson. Levithan (Boy Meets Boy, The Realm of Possibility, Wide Awake, and many more, very gay) narrates as Will Grayson.
Will Grayson and Will Grayson are two teens from two different suburbs of Chicago and two very different worlds. John Green's Will is a straight boy whose best friend is Tiny Cooper, “not the world's gayest person... not the world's largest person... but I believe he may be the world's largest person who is really, really gay, and also the world's gayest person who is really, really large.”
I'm just a guy interested in girls... But also in seeing pennises, its really annoying.. But I keep doing it. Watching gay porn and watching pennises, I colud never touch a guy like that, but once I even masturbated to it... HELP
Oh, lawd. I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. Am I the only one that gets anxiety when they see they have a PM on Facebook or elsewhere?
Early January thas year, 2013, I introduced myself to the world of masturbation.. First I loved it. I'm 14 by the way. Then I started feeling guilty about it, I felt like if I just died, I'the go to hell.. I tried my best to stop but I just colud not.. So please if you have any tips.. Do share..
Points of interest:
-The German scholarship rejected me
-Contrariwise, I entered another contest, this time for $1000, an essay contest on open government. We'll see...
-I've had several revolutions in thought since when I was last here
-I joined the Frisbee team
-I have a possible boyfriend prospect, but one that I'm not so much interested in
-I recently did the Day of Silence
-I'm currently 300 pages into War and Peace... Almost a quarter of the way...
*inspired by the song "Lover's Spit" by Broken Social Scene.
Golden red, your arms were a sinewy fence around
my form as we sat on the fire escape overlooking
a schizophrenic town.
Your lips tickled my cheek and I stroked the back
of your head, twisting
my fingers in your burnt wheat-colored strands.
"Remember when we used to get excited over
the smallest things," I asked.
"Like kissing awkwardly and
stumbling through doorways,
dragging in the scent of fresh
cut grass and angel's sweat?"
"Yeah," you said. "But let's play it out again,
baby, before Philadelphia
Thanks to all who read and left notes for my first journal entry, it's great to know that people here understand and care.
I've decided, with the urging of my brothers, to write a separate journal about how each of us met, which will lead to how we ended up being brothers.
I was three when my mom died, and honestly I don't remember her much. Fortunately we have lots of pictures of her, but otherwise she's just an illusion to me.