I hope this doesn't turn out like the "political spectrum" thread where everyone just ended up arguing about abortion. :sigh:
Are you asking us if we think gays deserve equal rights as everyone else? Of
course they do. Anyone who believes otherwise is a bigot.
The term phobia implies fear. If you dont support gay rights because, for example, its against your religion, it doesnt mean youre afraid of them. Hence my dislike of the term.Posted via Mobile Device
So, what term do you prefer, then, if you don't mind me asking?
Discrimination?
Quick addition here in regards to the 'human rights' segment of the first post... i've actually found that homosexual people actually have more rights than a lot of my friends... now hear me out before arguing here... a lot of my friends are into BDSM and alternative sexual practices... and it todays society, even in england, if its found out that you're into BDSM or anything 'alternative' like that, you can actually loose your job over it...
I'm not kidding... I've known people that have lost their jobs because their sexual predications became public knowledge, they've had their children taken away and some even threatened with jail time just because they enjoy what most people consider 'alternative' sexual practices.
While being homosexual is now openly talked about in the general world, it only pushed other alternative sexual lives further under the curtain and made people more afraid and intolerant of them.
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Wow, that's terrible. I can't imagine that happening here. People would take to the streets.
*This post is rated mature for awkwardness and adult topics*
I was raised predominantly by my mother after my biological father shot himself. From age five to twelve she was a single mother and she raised me to respect all people based on who they are; not what they are. My father (stepdad) came into the picture when I was twelve and he's from Alabama and semi-religious. Much to my surprise though he had the same view as my mother that you should judge people on their actions and not their labels.
So going into my teens I didn't care whether people lived their life differently from mine; what's the fun in only hanging around a bunch of yous all day. At thirteen I went to my first "real" party; beer on tap and weed being smoked in the garage. Saw my crush there momentarily, which kind of brought me down. Had my first and eventually my sixth beer; convinced my buddy to sneak some whiskey out of his dad's liquor cabinet, and went to the garage to share a joint with one of my D&D buddies.
I woke up the next morning and found myself in the bathroom; one of my sisters pseudo friends was taking advantage of my inebriated state. Definitely one of the top three worst experiences of my life so far.
I don't know if that would have made me a homophobe had the rumor not been started; for the next year or so gossip hounds twisted the tale; saying that it was mutual. Suddenly people I'd known since grade school were calling me names to my face and one or two people even tried to start a fight. After one of my former football player friends walked away black and blue the story died down and I managed to put most of it behind me.
That school year made me think about what had happened as opposed to just being depressed or angry. I have a few gay friends; some know about what happened, others don't. I prefer not to talk about it because I don't want sympathy or to make it seem like I'm relating to their experiences. I guess the reason I'm talking about it now is because how I came to terms with my anger was by realizing that he didn't do that because he was gay. Sadism is why that happened to me; so I heard some words of wisdom...and (mostly) let it be.
So I see no reason why anyone should feel the right to lash out for lack of understanding another individuals life.
We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all [humankind] are created equal...
Not equal as the same; but equal in our own personal right to be who we truly are.
Regards,
Litheran
This is a really nice post,
Litheran. I'm glad you shared it with us. That must have been tough.
P.S. Doesn't mean I wouldn't give James an extra long hug though; I'm straight, not blind. 😱
When I meet him at the Comicon in March, I'll give him a hug for you.
😉
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"Travis; what do you get when you set a mattress on fire?"
"..........."
"Hot springs!"
So, one of my more charming qualities is my inabilty to "get" innuendo. Seriously. My friends make fun of me for it. You have to really spell things out to me sometimes. I can never tell when guys are hitting on me.
The other day I was hanging around my favorite bar with this guy, Chris, that I'm sorta casually seeing. After a while, this couple walks up to us. We start chatting, and I'm totally oblivious of course. So, eventually, the girls like,
"So, are you two in an OR? If so, we'd love to take you both home."
Me, the drunken moron, thought she meant OR for
Operating Room (probobly because of all that
Nip/Tuck I've been watching lately) so I reply,
"OR? Huh? Why would we need to be taken to the OR? We're fine."
Chris starts laughing and says,
"Becky, they want to know if we want to have a
foursome with them."
I turn beet read, and mumble some "no thanks" and retreat to the bar for another drink. Thankfully when I got back to my table they were gone, and Chris was still laughing at me.
Ok, so I know that doesn't really have to do with the topic, but I thought it was amusing in retrospect.
🙂
Apaprently, open relationships are all the rage now.