It's all love...

So why do people judge so much?

Disclaimer: As this was written over the course of quite a few days, I cannot guarantee that it will flow as well as it could, though I did my best to make sure that it least made sense! >.<;;

Today as I watched the news, and saw the lines and lines of people going to get married in New York because of their legalization of gay marriage, I wondered why people make judgements about people who are just in love. I dream of the day that everyone can get married; gay, straight, bisexual, polyamorous... it wouldn't matter, because we'd realize as a population that all that matters in a relationship between people is love.

It's not right to deny people their right to be recognized by their government as together just because the government seems to rule by standards set by the Bible, regardless of what they say about religion and state being completely separate.

Though, government aside, I don't understand why most people aren't tolerant of other peoples' sexualities and beliefs. It's not hurting you, and it's certainly none of your business what they do in their bedrooms. If it's love, it's love-- not depravity, and not anything unholy. Regular relationships can be more depraved than those of homosexuals or that of polyamorous couples.

And as I write, I realize that really, I want that to be the next legalization that happens, after everyone accepts homosexual marriages. Poly relationships are really not any different than other "regular" relationships when it comes down to it-- love, support, and the willingness to be there for each other through thick and thin. And there are those that would call it impure, even though, really, a relationship is a relationship.

I was lucky enough to go to a very  liberal high school, where for the most part no one really cared what or who you did, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone-- and for that I'm grateful. It is really tragic when I hear reports on the news of people being persecuted because of their sexuality, and even worse when I hear reports where the person in question has taken their own life. Any loss of life is a tragedy, and for something so preventable-- so very able to be stopped if everyone minded their own business, or even better, were tolerant of all other practices and beliefs.

So think a little, be more tolerant, and maybe everyone can be a hero through prevention. ...Read more...

On occasion, I feel incredibly isolated.

It's nights where everything is too quiet, but you're not sleepy yet. Times where you run out of things on the internet to check out, when your thoughts start to creep up on you. Sometimes on nights like this, I realize just how few people I really talk to lately, despite the fact that they are my friends. Then I think about how, if this is growing up, growing apart, then I don't really want to do it.

Sometimes on nights like this, I like to try and picture our futures. Most of the time I can't. I can't see myself having a steady job, and a house and a family. Can't see myself in the normal roles of adulthood. And it throws me off sometimes. Because if everyone ends up where they aim to go, my friends would be running programming firms, or working in bio labs and partying the nights away in fabulous gay clubs, or maybe writing books and being a literary editor. My best friends would be writing books or maybe fashion articles, and living in Spain or Paris, crafting the days away and living as a criminal profiler, and maybe I'd be working in a lab with dyed hair, discovering things about nanotechnology. Exes would be professional gamers and world renowned bowlers. And no one would have to worry about money, ever because that's what happens in cotton candy perfect fantasy worlds right?

The future is always incredibly up in the air, and what you make of it and all that rot, but what does it have in store really? Will I live near the people I love, maybe close enough to my best friends that we can have each other over for drinks when life gets to be too much? Maybe. I'd like to think that anyway. It would be wicked if we could, because I don't think I can handle the thought of a future where I'm incredibly isolated from everyone, friendships falling away from me one at a time because I didn't take the time to maintain them.

I hope I'm not the only one who feels lost when it comes to the future. ...Read more...

24 Hours in Analysis

I have been meaning to do this for a while. For the next 24 hours, I intend to write one characteristic that strikes me during the hour, or other such notions or ideas. I will come back and edit this periodically as time passes until I have finished, or fallen asleep...

12 A.M and all is silent... Midnight has just come, bringing with it the end of the last day, and the beginning of a new one.

1 A.M. and my mind begins to wander as I surf the internet in search of new inspiration to shake away the fear of my own mortality.

2 A.M. and I have been roped into writing an erotic slashfic about two of my friends by my other friends, and I have remembered that I need to finish the silly shoujo manga that I was going to write based on a picture taken of another friend. I guess I found my inspiration.  *shrug*

...So I fell asleep. I have now learned that I should probably do it in 24 consecutive hours after I have woken up instead of in 24 hours after the initial 24 hours of being awake. >.> ...Read more...

One of Those Nights... Mornings.

As I sit on my bed, trying in vain to concentrate enough to study for the GRE that I'll need to take in my impending future, I realize that I'm more prone to fits of art and creative writing when I'm upset or unusually contemplative. I guess the creative process is just better at existing and twisting itself around my brain when I'm unhappy. Escapism of a sort I suppose. 

Have you ever had one of those nights where you have little shocking realizations that you unknowingly let yourself forget? And all at once, you're plagued with thoughts of your own mortality, and the inescapable desire to make a difference. To be remembered. And a crippling fear of facing the morning, because then you have to confront life.

And you try to forget, to do something else so that you wouldn't feel so upset. Not really sad, or anything particularly angsty--just the desire to run.

I wrote tonight. A little poem called the Midnight Symphony. I listened to sad songs, and thought about my past, reminiscing, and then I drew. I drew and drew. And then I was better.

I've never been good at coping mechanisms. But this is one of the better ones I have I think.

It's a shame though, that I'm not prone to art on a regular basis (yes I did just make art a verb), because I think I could really enjoy being a studio artist-- if I were better at it, that is. ^_^ ...Read more...