The Special Taskforce from Korean Christian Churches on Textbooks, Homosexuality & Same-sex Marriage (Senior Representative: Kim Young-jin, Co-Representative Hwang Woo-yeo, Kim Myeong-gyu, Jeon Yong-tae) invited 20 delegates from political and religious sectors including congressman Lee Hyae-hoon and Lee Hak-jae from the Saenuri Party and congressman Yoo Ki-hong from the Democratic Party on the 4th at the National Assembly Building. They had a breakfast meeting at the VIP restaurant on the 3rd floor of the main building.
“Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven." (Luke 6:37)
Right from God Himself. The Westboro Baptist Church, abusing the right to protest, protests against homosexuality with signs saying things like "FAGS ARE BEASTS" and "FAGS DOOM NATIONS". They're going to Hell according to their book. It seems the members of the Westboro Baptist Church only listen to the things that they agree with God on. This means they aren't devout Christians.
SO today marked the first meeting of my GSA at school! It turned out absolutely brilliant! We had about twenty people show up with little to no advertising (only an announcement on the P.A this morning and myself telling the school music department about it) as opposed to last year's measely ten members- and that was on a good day!
So I'm in a foreign language intensive this summer, taking scads and scads of elementary Hindi. All of my Hindi-class friends have left for the weekend, so I'm a bit at loose ends. Saturday night I go over to my distant cousin's house for dinner with his family. A cute family night on the whole. I get back to my coop and there are people on the porch. My next door neighbor--Dalia--has invited some of her friends over. There's a guy sitting on a couch on the other end of the porch who launches into a graphic story about masturbation.
Okay so, I've had a pretty odd last few days. I've just gotten my hair dyed an somewhat unconventional color however this was not after a loooongg fight with the woman people call my mother last night. She was going on about how having this color hair will make me look "like a carpet cruncher("a carpet cruncher is a woman who wants to suck another woman's vagina" according to her) and a "faggot". It's funny because she was protesting to me getting just one color in my hair because of those reasons.
This is a something (poem? song? anything?) about the persecution of homosexuals during the holocaust. I realize that it is highly romanticized, but I hope it speaks to someone.
Breaking hearts a sweet duet,
But now just empty shells thrust down.
Lovers no one could forget
Bleed together on the ground.
Banished we have fled from here,
Silent now, in silence forgotten.
The three point star to us is dear,
In silence now, be in silence forgotten.
We hear listless whispers closer,
Or distant cries with discontent
I don't know where my life is headed. I've made a list of fourteen things that I want to do before I die, which doesn't involve the things I know I want, such as family. They go anywhere from running a choir to owning one of every instrument found in an orchestra (which is a LOT! Just in the percussion section there's about one hundred things. In the trombone section alone there is about ten different varieties not including quality).
so recently the univ or richmond ran this letter in their student paper:
i think it captures some feelings of those who are still in the closet.
I dreamed I stood upon a little hill,
And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed
Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed
Black and unruffled; there were white lilies
A few, and crocuses, and violets
Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets
Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun.
And there were curious flowers, before unknown,
Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades
Of Nature's willful moods; and here a one
I said this on the Prayers for Bobby post, but just so everyone knows, the person who opened an account and spewed that hateful, homophobic pseudo-religious shit has been deleted, along with his/her vile comment. This site welcomes many different points of view, but hatred and intolerance are not among them. Anyone who runs across one of these people again, please PM either me or Jeff, okay?
Hello to all,
I'm delighted to have found the Oasis Journal.
I wanted to let folks know that I've just brought out SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE HOMOPHOBES (trade pb), a stand-alone sequel to my earlier novel SANTA STEPS OUT (Leisure Books, mmpb, 2000).
It's available at all the major online bookstores, and via Ingram's for brick-and-mortar stores.
Just today, by my final hour, the news was hot. I heard the story a total of two times in a class of ten people. Our school has three lunches right in a row splitting up students. Something went wrong during the second lunch. Students got up from their table and ran outside, inspiring others to join them until a large mass of people had run from the lunchroom.
wow i can't believe this shit is actually preached in church of all fucking places, so my gf went to church yesterday and they actually showed this waaay outdated video of sum dead preacher saying bull shit like "homosexuality is an abomination to god" and all this other ish, and what was sad is everyone in the freakin room nods and agrees including little kids...my poor gf nearly cried and i did
Let's see.. just in case someone is actually reading this, I'll take the time to introduce myself.. Well firstly, my name is Alicia. Funny thing about my name: one's pronounced like "Aleesha" and the other is pronounced like "Aleesia." My name's pronounced like the second one. What else?
This has been on my mind since this morning and I wanted to get it out, and this seems like a great place to do that.
This is my rant on homophobia.
My Male identified friend, Chris confided in me one night that ey was apprehensive about taking a womyn’s studies course and identifying openly as a feminist, for fear of not only being rendered a “fag” or a “wuss” by eirs male peers, yet also for fear of being wrongfully labeled “the oppressor” or not belonging by eirs female classmates.
I was just wondering if you weren't gay do you think you would be a homophobe?Or how different do you think your views on homosexuality would be?
Sometimes it's like hitting your head against a brick wall. Every day there's some news story about yet another bunch of homophobes trying to destroy us.
[This poem's different from my usual schtuff, but me likes it. It's some pretty powerful stuff...]
Just sitting there,
Not a word to my lips,
Not a fist to my fingers,
Black hair and scruffy cheeks,
Collar popped but
I didn’t hear it,
Speaks a language
We can both understand—
Sights aligned for
A freckle of time,
I swear I can see
Winter in blue eyes.