Your aspirations
To change the world.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Day 28
Something that you miss
HOME!
So much, I miss home. I miss Shannon. I miss Bailey, Kahlua, and Alvin. I miss Ballpark Beef Franks, orange juice, and my DVDs. I miss being able to talk in feet, Fahrenheit, miles, cups, and acres and having people understand what I mean.
I miss the little rituals that I had with my family and friends, like Rico’s night.
At the same time, though, I’m glad that some of those have changed because I’ve learned from them.
HOME!
So much, I miss home. I miss Shannon. I miss Bailey, Kahlua, and Alvin. I miss Ballpark Beef Franks, orange juice, and my DVDs. I miss being able to talk in feet, Fahrenheit, miles, cups, and acres and having people understand what I mean.
I miss the little rituals that I had with my family and friends, like Rico’s night.
At the same time, though, I’m glad that some of those have changed because I’ve learned from them.
Day 27
Your favourite place
At the risk of sounding terribly cheesy, I’m going to say that my favourite place is wherever Shannon is. She has been my home almost since we met. She makes me feel better. In her arms, I feel so safe. As long as I am with her, the world is perfect.
At the risk of sounding terribly cheesy, I’m going to say that my favourite place is wherever Shannon is. She has been my home almost since we met. She makes me feel better. In her arms, I feel so safe. As long as I am with her, the world is perfect.
Day 26
Your fears
Not being enough.
Turbulence on planes.
Not being able to marry the woman I love.
Not getting a good job.
Having to hide who I am to be successful.
Losing my family to tragedy.
Spiders.
Failure.
Hate.
People who are ignorant and/or bigots.
Not being enough.
Turbulence on planes.
Not being able to marry the woman I love.
Not getting a good job.
Having to hide who I am to be successful.
Losing my family to tragedy.
Spiders.
Failure.
Hate.
People who are ignorant and/or bigots.
Day 25
NOTE: Sorry I stopped updating, but I'm gonna finish them all now.
A first
One giant first for me is my first (of many, hopefully) time in Africa. This entire trip is a series of firsts. First time kayaking. First time in both the Indian and Atlantic oceans. First time off the North American continent. First American lesbian many MANY people have ever met. First time truly feeling the impact of racism. First time being a racial minority, first time teaching someone in a different language. First time appreciating certain aspects of America.
There are countless others that are both inconsequential and monumental. I cannot begin to explain how much this trip has changed me in amazing ways. I’m more independent, more confident, more assertive, more powerful, more appreciative, more alive. I cannot wait to come back to this country and continent with my family and see how it continues to foster growth.
A first
One giant first for me is my first (of many, hopefully) time in Africa. This entire trip is a series of firsts. First time kayaking. First time in both the Indian and Atlantic oceans. First time off the North American continent. First American lesbian many MANY people have ever met. First time truly feeling the impact of racism. First time being a racial minority, first time teaching someone in a different language. First time appreciating certain aspects of America.
There are countless others that are both inconsequential and monumental. I cannot begin to explain how much this trip has changed me in amazing ways. I’m more independent, more confident, more assertive, more powerful, more appreciative, more alive. I cannot wait to come back to this country and continent with my family and see how it continues to foster growth.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Day 24
Something that makes you cry
More than anything, hate makes me cry. I see it everywhere I go, unfortunately. I experience it a lot of places I go, also. Hate ruins lives. Hate kills. Hate creates more and more problems every day.
The intolerance in the world literally makes me cry. To say anyone is lesser than anyone else on the simple basis of who they are is appalling. Gay, straight, black, white, heavy set, poor, religious, old, young, female, male, differently abled, American, Chinese, intelligent, or not… it doesn’t mean you are worth more or less than anybody. You do not have the right to condemn anyone. None of us are second class citizens because we dare to be who we are. In fact, I’d say that we are some of the bravest in the world. If you have the courage to be who you are in spite of how the world treats you, then you are a head above the rest. I don’t care who you are. BE who you are and love who you are.
Intolerance will continue to try to strike you down. It will continue to make you cry, as it does me, but you have to realize that intolerance is by no means the end-all be-all. Those who discriminate are in the minority and for every bigot yelling “Faggot” across the street, you can find 100 people who will welcome you with open arms and love you for exactly who you are.
Keep on keeping on, my friends. I love you all exactly as you are.
More than anything, hate makes me cry. I see it everywhere I go, unfortunately. I experience it a lot of places I go, also. Hate ruins lives. Hate kills. Hate creates more and more problems every day.
The intolerance in the world literally makes me cry. To say anyone is lesser than anyone else on the simple basis of who they are is appalling. Gay, straight, black, white, heavy set, poor, religious, old, young, female, male, differently abled, American, Chinese, intelligent, or not… it doesn’t mean you are worth more or less than anybody. You do not have the right to condemn anyone. None of us are second class citizens because we dare to be who we are. In fact, I’d say that we are some of the bravest in the world. If you have the courage to be who you are in spite of how the world treats you, then you are a head above the rest. I don’t care who you are. BE who you are and love who you are.
Intolerance will continue to try to strike you down. It will continue to make you cry, as it does me, but you have to realize that intolerance is by no means the end-all be-all. Those who discriminate are in the minority and for every bigot yelling “Faggot” across the street, you can find 100 people who will welcome you with open arms and love you for exactly who you are.
Keep on keeping on, my friends. I love you all exactly as you are.
Day 23
Something that makes you feel better
Cuddling with Shannon. And my dogs.
Eating grapes, red or green, it doesn’t matter.
Getting my back rubbed.
Eating ice cream.
Curling up with Alvin, the cutest cat ever.
Listening to music that reflects my emotions.
Drinking ice cold water when I’m really hot.
Reminding myself that I have the love of the most amazing person I know.
Putting on a sweater fresh from the dryer.
Watching a movie I know all the lines to.
Pretending Marg Helgenberger and Jorja Fox are actually dating.
Playing with my brother.
Talking about having kids with Shannon.
Seeing a student finally understand the curriculum.
Finishing an essay.
Waking up and seeing a bright shiny day.
Sleeping.
Thinking.
Loving.
Realizing my favorite food is on sale.
Being dismissed from my history lecture.
Going to Kayamandi.
Learning things.
Crying it all out, no matter how silly or stupid it may be.
Realizing that everything, EVERYthing, is gonna be okay.
Cuddling with Shannon. And my dogs.
Eating grapes, red or green, it doesn’t matter.
Getting my back rubbed.
Eating ice cream.
Curling up with Alvin, the cutest cat ever.
Listening to music that reflects my emotions.
Drinking ice cold water when I’m really hot.
Reminding myself that I have the love of the most amazing person I know.
Putting on a sweater fresh from the dryer.
Watching a movie I know all the lines to.
Pretending Marg Helgenberger and Jorja Fox are actually dating.
Playing with my brother.
Talking about having kids with Shannon.
Seeing a student finally understand the curriculum.
Finishing an essay.
Waking up and seeing a bright shiny day.
Sleeping.
Thinking.
Loving.
Realizing my favorite food is on sale.
Being dismissed from my history lecture.
Going to Kayamandi.
Learning things.
Crying it all out, no matter how silly or stupid it may be.
Realizing that everything, EVERYthing, is gonna be okay.
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