Oct 15, 2010
Back when I was straight, lol!!!!
Me as a kid (taken in part from an entry I wrote on my 19th birthday in 2007),
So this time half a lifetime ago I would have been nine years old, probably living it up in holiday in Australia. With me I would probably be clasping my clearfile folder filled with ripped out pages containing information and images from the PlayStation magazines I used to hire out from the library. (they always wondered if it was me, but never actually found out)
What else?
Excerpt from my dairy from 13, June, Thursday, 1996
Today I am staying home. I did not want to play with my cars. I'm going to watch herculeys. I am not getting parts of the lion king because I am sick and it is seven degrees. I was supposed to get part 8 of the Lion King but I am not allowed. All of my friends are at school and grandad came over for dinner.
Monday the 17th of June 1996
Today I went to school. I did not get all beaten up.
August 30th, 1996
My aunty Hela is here today. I didn't go to school. I watched Herculeys on the video.
I remember that day actually, I had a purple teddy bear to keep my company on the couch in the lounge that day. How very quaint to remember such little things. Barney was playing on the tv at the time. Man I used to write in such boring sentances back then. I guess that's what being Eight must be like.
Sunday, NOVEMBER 17th, 1996
My birth day. I am going to McDonalds for my birthday. I will invite: ninep, shamiz, anton, simon, ben, michael, daniel, hynie, james and chris.
Heres a kicker for all of those who remember how bad I was at P.E in third and forth form:
5th form report: Morgan applies himself well in class, and has a positive approach to PE. He is always prepared to take part in the activities covered in class and works well as part of a group. I have been impressed with his ability to score consistent goals in Ultimate Frisbee.
HAHA
I remember that ultimate Frisbee game. It was a shocker though, because I was blatantly known as the clumsy one who possessed little co-ordination. Our team was losing. And there I was, standing in the goal where, if I caught the Frisbee, we would be in the upper hand. The P.E teacher god bless his soul, threw the Frisbee at me from the opposite end of the basketball court and I caught it. A glorifying and quite mystifying moment, quite frankly.
I was proud.
What other things do you guys probably not know about my existence?
I did karate as a child, and got to orange belt. Enjoying it as I did, but because I was lazy I used to complain "nana nana, can I stay home this Friday?" and one day when I refused to go, she decided Karate wasn't for me and pulled the plug on it completely. That's what she used to be like- it was either all or nothing. If I had to take one lesson off, i'd have to get rid of them all.
I used to do Gymnastics too, and that was fun. I had a girl crush back then. Her name was Alexi. I used to crawl into random places with her. This would be when I was maybe, nine years old. One time I did a flip off the mini-tramp, attempting to land on my feet on the cushion. Well I landed on my back. On the wooden floors. Another time somebody gave me a black eye by pushing in one of the floor rails as I was jumping into bits of that squishy fun stuff (LOL).
My first real mega crush was a girl names Jessie Zawada. I met her when I was in form one at Saint Francis De Sales School and instantly fell in love. She was short, and had glasses, but for some reason she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid my eyes on. I used to fantasize about her every single day at school and at home, and hope, that one day, we could finally kiss. But she didn't like me. That didn't stop me though, as I continued to basically stalk her, which made for some good memories like the times that:
She stepped on a CC chip and then ordered me to eat it, knowing I would
We chased eachother with branches
We went for counseling with another teacher for eight weeks, and then just as progress was being made, we both decided it was more fun to hate eachother and be as snarky as possible.
I feigned being sick after our immunization shots just so I could be with her in the medical room --> there I told her that I loved her.
I believed that she was actually an angel, because she said it was so and knocked her stomach making a "I'm hollow" sound that I still can't figure out to this day.
Then Third Form turned up and I actually remembered I was supposed to be Gay. From then we became actual best friends and I had no more feelings towards her. Fun times.
When I was eight, nine and ten I had a mega crush on the Spice Girls. It's also very ironic I was interested in chicks at the time where I was at my MOST gay acting. Let me break it down for the plebs:
I remember that ultimate Frisbee game. It was a shocker though, because I was blatantly known as the clumsy one who possessed little co-ordination. Our team was losing. And there I was, standing in the goal where, if I caught the Frisbee, we would be in the upper hand. The P.E teacher god bless his soul, threw the Frisbee at me from the opposite end of the basketball court and I caught it. A glorifying and quite mystifying moment, quite frankly.
I was proud.
What other things do you guys probably not know about my existence?
I did karate as a child, and got to orange belt. Enjoying it as I did, but because I was lazy I used to complain "nana nana, can I stay home this Friday?" and one day when I refused to go, she decided Karate wasn't for me and pulled the plug on it completely. That's what she used to be like- it was either all or nothing. If I had to take one lesson off, i'd have to get rid of them all.
I used to do Gymnastics too, and that was fun. I had a girl crush back then. Her name was Alexi. I used to crawl into random places with her. This would be when I was maybe, nine years old. One time I did a flip off the mini-tramp, attempting to land on my feet on the cushion. Well I landed on my back. On the wooden floors. Another time somebody gave me a black eye by pushing in one of the floor rails as I was jumping into bits of that squishy fun stuff (LOL).
My first real mega crush was a girl names Jessie Zawada. I met her when I was in form one at Saint Francis De Sales School and instantly fell in love. She was short, and had glasses, but for some reason she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid my eyes on. I used to fantasize about her every single day at school and at home, and hope, that one day, we could finally kiss. But she didn't like me. That didn't stop me though, as I continued to basically stalk her, which made for some good memories like the times that:
She stepped on a CC chip and then ordered me to eat it, knowing I would
We chased eachother with branches
We went for counseling with another teacher for eight weeks, and then just as progress was being made, we both decided it was more fun to hate eachother and be as snarky as possible.
I feigned being sick after our immunization shots just so I could be with her in the medical room --> there I told her that I loved her.
I believed that she was actually an angel, because she said it was so and knocked her stomach making a "I'm hollow" sound that I still can't figure out to this day.
Then Third Form turned up and I actually remembered I was supposed to be Gay. From then we became actual best friends and I had no more feelings towards her. Fun times.
When I was eight, nine and ten I had a mega crush on the Spice Girls. It's also very ironic I was interested in chicks at the time where I was at my MOST gay acting. Let me break it down for the plebs:
- Me and my bitches (I only used to hang out with girls in primary school, 3 of them) used to reherase and perform dances to Spice Girls songs, by
- Making the whole class sit in a circle so they could watch us... this would happen every,
- Few weeks. After lunch time. If that wasn't an indicator for my innate femininity then I don't know what was. It must have freaked out the teachers, in hindsight.
I played a dog in the 1994 production at primary school!
I used to order CC's and Afghans as my preferred lunch menu for school lunches, which were always only on Wednesday's
When I was little I used to love books. I read "Santa Paws" about a Dog that nobody wanted on Christmas.
I lost my mummy when I was four, which was always pretty confusing for me. I didn't confront any of those feelings till I was eight, and again in my seventh form year. I miss her, but that's about as far as it goes these days . RIP
I used to make actual pokemon board games. I would go to the stationary shop and buy actual thick cardboard and some thin bits so I could make the board and the cards to go with it (you know those ones with extra abilities and the actual pokemon on them). Yeah they were cool, huge, detailed, and cool. I made my nan play them with me, man I must have driven her crazy, no wonder she used to drink so much... pokemon's fault!
One day when I was eleven, some cunt broke into our house and KNOCKED OVER MY POKEMON BOARD GAME, I was so devastated and freaked out my nan was going to take me to counselling. Oh, he also stole the PlayStation and all of the games.
I learned the violin when I was around nine years old. Had a uni chick tutor me, her name was Nancy which I always thought was rather peculiar. We paid her $12 an hour which, back then, wasn't bad. It'd be about $16 in today's terms.
When I was also nine, I grew a mullet. An actual mullet. And I used to tie it up. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah I know. It lasted a year. And then the comments got to me too much and I went to the hair dresser and I was like "I want this gone" and she was like "Are you sure? It looks lovely, don't worry what other people think blabla"... it went.
Somebody put glue in my hair in form one. That was Anton lol, and yes I am still holding a grudge... lol not.
In order to get out of doing P.E lessons in primary school I used to pretend that I'd sprained my ankle and go all the way to hopping around, and using schoolroom chairs to walk up stairs.
I was twelve when I started to learn to speak assyrian. I didn't actually learn that much from my friends, but I can still sometimes make out what Assyrian people are saying when they speak. Sometimes customers talk in the lingo not knowing they don't like a product, when really, I'm just a huge stalker.
Okay. It's ten oclock now and I have work tomorrow so I better end this blog now.
I'm 19 soon. My childhood was pretty diverse. Now I just work and get drunk !
I've learned.
I've learned so much leading up to and including my 21st year of life.
It's important to separate your personal life from work. I used to act in a way that meant my work and personal lives were intertwined, as unseperated as breathing is to living. Unfortunately, back then, I didn't realise that being too social and endearing would eventually lead to me walking right into a situation that forced me to leave a job. I'm glad all of that that is behind me now.
It's not okay to carry your heart of your sleeve or post your very personal or negative feelings online to the general public. I remember being younger and angry. Yeah, it felt awful growing up hating myself every waking moment because the catholic church I was a part of had the audacity to tell me I was a sinful monster, who in the future would be a dangerous threat to children. But people can't stay angry forever and I refuse to.
I've learned that it looks trashy to say things like "I hate everything" in front of a social medium of friends on places such as facebook. If you are the type of person who does that often the only thing I have to say to you is, why? Clearly it's been a while since my typically emo ways, but I still see people deadpan complain with vague sweeping statements about how damaging the world is. The only exception to that in my opinion is personal bereavements. One of my friends passed away seven weeks ago. Brad's death transformed me into a wreck, for which I make no excuses. Death changes things and creates a vacuum that steals all of our happy emotions, forcing us to grieve.
I've learned the value in social media. I would like to think that my personal life is meant for only me, close family, and close friends. But, over time I have come to realize that I like the prospect that somebody across land and sea who I may never meet might be reading my inner thoughts and learning something. This doesn't explain why I have been quite quiet about my absense from Wellington and the urgency in reasoning to leave. That blog post will give birth to some interesting reactions when I finally decide to drudge up the energy and gumption for it.
I used to argue with people that it is a bad thing to be private and closed off. I am now becoming the type of person who would feel so much more at ease with people knowing absolutely nothing about me and what I do or who I am. Even now, it does make me feel uncomfortable posting another blog entry but again my endeavors in online social media are so ingrained in me I cannot stop. I'm fully addicted to this opium. I opine that in the future something I have written will alter my chances. Perhaps that's a good thing?
I've learned that wanting so hard to be part of the gay "scene" was a mistake. Befriending caricature personalities didn't become fulfulling in the end and those endless nights at Ivy (the gay bar) where I chased after some people didn't lead to anything memorable, sorry. The entire "gay" community is what it is, but it's not for me. Gossip websites associated with people like that are awful (such as one I was identified on once). They vilify individual people and then allow anonymous comments which strikes me as nothing but desperate and attention seeking. Gossip girl may be my favourite show, but come on, it's fictional.
This year definitely has been a metamorphosis of intense and systematic change for me. Living at a backpackers as unglamorous as it sounds and is, has woken me up. I learn about other people and cultures daily. It's something I feel blessed to have wandered into.
I'm so glad to be in a country away from my grandparents for the first time. But not for the reasons people might assume I hold.
I miss them so much because they are the only two people on this earth who love me. However I feel good not bothering them with my petty life issues and money problems. I can imagine my grandmother right now sitting in the garden reading a historical novel, relaxing in peace and liberty. She deserves that. I for need her to enjoy life and I hope that me being across the ocean somewhere that her conscience doesn't compel her to worry so much about me. That will hopefully give her happiness and an extended life.
Last year was a bit hit-and-miss, but what can I say I was: young. I turn twenty two in November so i'm going to take it easy until then and see where things take me. I'm still single. No-one is interested in getting to know me past my fake arrogance and infamy on twitter. That's also fine. I tend to be closed to relationships as they capture my emotion in its fluidity and that's when I really don't know what to expect from myself.
It's important to separate your personal life from work. I used to act in a way that meant my work and personal lives were intertwined, as unseperated as breathing is to living. Unfortunately, back then, I didn't realise that being too social and endearing would eventually lead to me walking right into a situation that forced me to leave a job. I'm glad all of that that is behind me now.
It's not okay to carry your heart of your sleeve or post your very personal or negative feelings online to the general public. I remember being younger and angry. Yeah, it felt awful growing up hating myself every waking moment because the catholic church I was a part of had the audacity to tell me I was a sinful monster, who in the future would be a dangerous threat to children. But people can't stay angry forever and I refuse to.
I've learned that it looks trashy to say things like "I hate everything" in front of a social medium of friends on places such as facebook. If you are the type of person who does that often the only thing I have to say to you is, why? Clearly it's been a while since my typically emo ways, but I still see people deadpan complain with vague sweeping statements about how damaging the world is. The only exception to that in my opinion is personal bereavements. One of my friends passed away seven weeks ago. Brad's death transformed me into a wreck, for which I make no excuses. Death changes things and creates a vacuum that steals all of our happy emotions, forcing us to grieve.
I've learned the value in social media. I would like to think that my personal life is meant for only me, close family, and close friends. But, over time I have come to realize that I like the prospect that somebody across land and sea who I may never meet might be reading my inner thoughts and learning something. This doesn't explain why I have been quite quiet about my absense from Wellington and the urgency in reasoning to leave. That blog post will give birth to some interesting reactions when I finally decide to drudge up the energy and gumption for it.
I used to argue with people that it is a bad thing to be private and closed off. I am now becoming the type of person who would feel so much more at ease with people knowing absolutely nothing about me and what I do or who I am. Even now, it does make me feel uncomfortable posting another blog entry but again my endeavors in online social media are so ingrained in me I cannot stop. I'm fully addicted to this opium. I opine that in the future something I have written will alter my chances. Perhaps that's a good thing?
I've learned that wanting so hard to be part of the gay "scene" was a mistake. Befriending caricature personalities didn't become fulfulling in the end and those endless nights at Ivy (the gay bar) where I chased after some people didn't lead to anything memorable, sorry. The entire "gay" community is what it is, but it's not for me. Gossip websites associated with people like that are awful (such as one I was identified on once). They vilify individual people and then allow anonymous comments which strikes me as nothing but desperate and attention seeking. Gossip girl may be my favourite show, but come on, it's fictional.
This year definitely has been a metamorphosis of intense and systematic change for me. Living at a backpackers as unglamorous as it sounds and is, has woken me up. I learn about other people and cultures daily. It's something I feel blessed to have wandered into.
I'm so glad to be in a country away from my grandparents for the first time. But not for the reasons people might assume I hold.
I miss them so much because they are the only two people on this earth who love me. However I feel good not bothering them with my petty life issues and money problems. I can imagine my grandmother right now sitting in the garden reading a historical novel, relaxing in peace and liberty. She deserves that. I for need her to enjoy life and I hope that me being across the ocean somewhere that her conscience doesn't compel her to worry so much about me. That will hopefully give her happiness and an extended life.
Last year was a bit hit-and-miss, but what can I say I was: young. I turn twenty two in November so i'm going to take it easy until then and see where things take me. I'm still single. No-one is interested in getting to know me past my fake arrogance and infamy on twitter. That's also fine. I tend to be closed to relationships as they capture my emotion in its fluidity and that's when I really don't know what to expect from myself.
Oct 10, 2010
Revelations. (entry one)
People often tell me I would be a therapists ultimate project. I have a certain shy righteousness about myself which clashes with and mystifies the people who know me in real life. The truth is that I do keep a large section of my real opinions to myself especially when they involve the personal. I am a social media trooper, yes. My previous entries will shed some light on my past struggles (and successes), but i've never reached a point in a journal entry or through a tweet where I can fully anticipate people will learn anything of true value about me. Not that I feel like I need to explain or make excuses for my actions per se, I do want to put my life into a closer context with how I actually feel in writing. Here's the first entry.
Why do I have such passion for same-sex couples rights to Marriage and Adoption?
I find this one hard to explain as one definitive point. I don't have Marriage on the agenda currently and my plans as they stand are to adopt a child as a single parent. Therefore my sexuality bias has no possible relation to my desire for all people on our planet to have the dignity, autonomy and freedom a reasonable person would say they deserve. Or does it?
The irrevocable truth is that being Gay means I have some rooted personal interest in the idea of a potential future family. I can't deny that fact. Even when I am arguing for same-sex marriage rights for Californian's or people who live in Maine, for example... deep down I opine. I guess my want for self preservation is what gives the ultimate life to my equality high, even though in theory what happens to one state in America has nothing to do with me.
However. The fact that who I am created a glass-half-empty attitude on my views towards the rights of other people similar to me does not preclude my conscious reasons for wanting full equality from being genuine. What gives birth to an idea isn't always the end game or the motivating factor once the life created decides for itself where it wants to travel. I may have just taken a lot longer or been slightly more oblivious to the actual perils of homosexual people had I been straight, for example. The life of my passion for equal rights (in my opinion) is fueled nowadays by my sharp hatred of people treating other people as less than for things they cannot change and only then magnified by my personal feelings of second-class status that trickled down from my childhood.
You could argue from my reaction when Proposition 8 was struck down, that I am throwing myself into the debate as a way to say fuck you to the Catholic Church. This is more of a bonus for me personally and certainly not the central purpose in my efforts. That's truly another point in and of itself, so...
Who do you hate the Catholic Church? Also, why do you issue ultimatums to people who are catholic identifying that they cannot be friends with you unless they abandon their faith?
...continued ...soon.
Why do I have such passion for same-sex couples rights to Marriage and Adoption?
I find this one hard to explain as one definitive point. I don't have Marriage on the agenda currently and my plans as they stand are to adopt a child as a single parent. Therefore my sexuality bias has no possible relation to my desire for all people on our planet to have the dignity, autonomy and freedom a reasonable person would say they deserve. Or does it?
The irrevocable truth is that being Gay means I have some rooted personal interest in the idea of a potential future family. I can't deny that fact. Even when I am arguing for same-sex marriage rights for Californian's or people who live in Maine, for example... deep down I opine. I guess my want for self preservation is what gives the ultimate life to my equality high, even though in theory what happens to one state in America has nothing to do with me.
However. The fact that who I am created a glass-half-empty attitude on my views towards the rights of other people similar to me does not preclude my conscious reasons for wanting full equality from being genuine. What gives birth to an idea isn't always the end game or the motivating factor once the life created decides for itself where it wants to travel. I may have just taken a lot longer or been slightly more oblivious to the actual perils of homosexual people had I been straight, for example. The life of my passion for equal rights (in my opinion) is fueled nowadays by my sharp hatred of people treating other people as less than for things they cannot change and only then magnified by my personal feelings of second-class status that trickled down from my childhood.
You could argue from my reaction when Proposition 8 was struck down, that I am throwing myself into the debate as a way to say fuck you to the Catholic Church. This is more of a bonus for me personally and certainly not the central purpose in my efforts. That's truly another point in and of itself, so...
Who do you hate the Catholic Church? Also, why do you issue ultimatums to people who are catholic identifying that they cannot be friends with you unless they abandon their faith?
...continued ...soon.
Originally this was going to be another one of those "Oh, brother... Morgan's being emotional AGAIN" blogs. I have since changed my mind and will attempt to frame my original point in a way that I don't usually express (without overly emotive language and sweeping assertions about the world).
Can I point out and make clear that, this year has been to me like bits of Britney Spears career. It Veered off at random times into complete lunacy only to somehow complete itself in time for yet another crazy thing to happen .....aaaaaand repeat. Fun times right? Suuuuuure, if my name was Adnan Ghalib. It is now October. We're nearly to the eleventh year of our second millennium but I digress... I have grown up and learned a few lesson... blah blah blah.
So it happened in January, I came out of my "rut," (see earlier blog posts about how awfully depressed I had become the year preceding that).
Because most people don't give a flying fuck about depression I shall explain it now. The coming-out-of-rut behavior works a little bit like a blocked waterfall being opened finally. The floodgates let the H2o smash out after a massive build up to climax in a cataclysm of hyperventilating flooding and thrashing magnificence. In english, what I mean to say is that my sudden confidence and freedom to think happily when I wanted, as opposed to the quiet solemn I used to be: caused me to play up a bit in the environments I had become used to being quiet and subservient. I got fed up wit the the nazi concentration camp which was my place of employ (or call centre you could also call it), and through months of "bad behavior" I was asked to resign slash got fired. Cool? Yeah i'd say, I was only being paid NZD $14.50 per hour and i'd been there fifteen months.
Can I point out and make clear that, this year has been to me like bits of Britney Spears career. It Veered off at random times into complete lunacy only to somehow complete itself in time for yet another crazy thing to happen .....aaaaaand repeat. Fun times right? Suuuuuure, if my name was Adnan Ghalib. It is now October. We're nearly to the eleventh year of our second millennium but I digress... I have grown up and learned a few lesson... blah blah blah.
So it happened in January, I came out of my "rut," (see earlier blog posts about how awfully depressed I had become the year preceding that).
Because most people don't give a flying fuck about depression I shall explain it now. The coming-out-of-rut behavior works a little bit like a blocked waterfall being opened finally. The floodgates let the H2o smash out after a massive build up to climax in a cataclysm of hyperventilating flooding and thrashing magnificence. In english, what I mean to say is that my sudden confidence and freedom to think happily when I wanted, as opposed to the quiet solemn I used to be: caused me to play up a bit in the environments I had become used to being quiet and subservient. I got fed up wit the the nazi concentration camp which was my place of employ (or call centre you could also call it), and through months of "bad behavior" I was asked to resign slash got fired. Cool? Yeah i'd say, I was only being paid NZD $14.50 per hour and i'd been there fifteen months.
Sep 24, 2010
Depression can p*ss off.
You're a strain on my life, and while you think you have me wrapped around your scratching clutches thoughts remain free and aren't always set in stone.
Stop.
I feel like screaming.
How I feel is ineffable. I'm engaging in maudlin displays of sentimentality intended to emotionally manipulate myself rather than intellectually thinking. My brain is on the verge of exploding.
How I feel is ineffable. I'm engaging in maudlin displays of sentimentality intended to emotionally manipulate myself rather than intellectually thinking. My brain is on the verge of exploding.
Sep 4, 2010
Getting to know me via twitter
My 150 most memorable tweets (based on how many RT's I get), I can definitely see a trend. Can you?
People shouldn't take me seriously. I'm not the straightest line in the book, i'm not the manliest male, and I am blonde, so, dig it.
Justin Bieber is an "eenie meenie" mo' lover who will "never say never". So basically, he's bicurious with a small penis. Lovely.
I am speaking about rights of a child. To deny a stable homosexual couple over an unstable heterosexual one, is to the detriment of all.
Perhaps I am so into equal rights because I am unhappy with myself? So what. Everybody has to be something. A part of something more.
I know I would make the world a better place, had I the same amount of followers as celebrities get. What do they really have to offer?
I tweet for myself you see. I don't really give a fuck if people dislike how much or little I talk. Wanting followers is lame.
The ONLY thing holding back total serenity for children in same-sex households is the very stigma and hate thrown at their parents!!
How would I want my future funeral? Not at a catholic church, is the only demand. I would revive myself only to run far away from that place
I love that I have the freedoms to do what I want. Not legally or socially. I mean for me. Life's the game that I cheat on alll the time. ;)
I know i'll be alright one day. I swing back. But not yet. Bare with me while I crash and burn, and smile when I get my way again.
I don't tweet for 1 person, or 15,688 people. I tweet for myself. Nobody else. I could be out of it for weeks. That's my prerogative.
I'm being angry and unreasonable, but I make no apologies for it. Some ppl have been sensitive to my grief, others not. I simply do not care
When i was little, nobody talked or listened to me. I had no voice. I still forget that my opinions matter today. Coz' they never used to.
I believe in freedom, fairness, equality, sensitivity, democracy, & the right to be a part of but also away from religion & religious hatred
I want to be single. Not the "emo" alone. The fun alone. The alone that i have a choice each day to leave behind or stay a part of.
Sometimes people are so wrapped up in their lives they don't apply enough value to the perils of other people.
I have not yet decided whether i'm Athiest, Agnostic, or Buddhist. I find all three options immensely compelling.
Gay propaganda? Gays and lesbians are relentlessly bombarded everyday with "straight propaganda" yet they've not turned. You idiot.
Religion is dumb. I realize i'm a small minority, but i'll fall on the right side of history when there is no more catholic church.
You're black, i'm Gay. We were both born that way. You can marry the person you love but I can't. How is that fair?
Not today, not tomorrow, now. I wish more people would speak up. An entire class of the worlds population are denied protection every day.
I don't believe in "some rights," or "compromise" when it comes to fundamental human liberties. Same-sex marriage should be legal now.
Same-sex marriage legalization is a product of our times. There's no point ignoring it because other forms of marriage are still illegal.
I don't want to one day get domesticated or civilized. I want a fucking marriage. Deny me of that, i'll fight until I die.
Desperation is my opium. Tragedy has birthed a protection over me. I can deflect the hurt, with a melancholy smile.
I dislike catholics because they belong to an organization that at its core, exists to hate, polarize and exclude others.
This year has been the hardest of my entire life, but it's also been the most exciting. I love 2010, even though it hates me.
I urge everybody to always speak up whenever you notice something not quite fair happening around you. Don't be quiet.
Hey, at least I can laugh at myself. At least I can learn, change, and mature. If you won't give me credit on my past, you're blind.
I simply wish people would stop saying things "can't be done" or "won't work". My whole life is based around spontanious magnificence, kay.
What's a bit of civil disobedience? People don't speak up these days like in the past. Society is too individualistic. No community spirit.
Think smoking is bad? Donate to an anti-smoking charity. Sponsor a friend to quit. Don't stand there all judgmental. It achieves NOTHING.
It should be illegal to stop someone from accessing housing based on Gender. Housing is a universal human right.
Gay and Lesbian rights aren't "special rights", there's nothing "special" about being free from discrimination.
Wanna know my religion? Being a good person. You don't need a fucking bible to teach you common sense.
I really don't care if i lose a potential job over my views. Religion should not be a fundamental right. It should be a privilege.
But i mean, i'm happy to repeat myself. Catholicism is a venomous, evil, hateful institution grounded in prejudice and child abuse.
I'm hungry. Can you guys plz upload some McDonalds so I can download it and eat it? Thanks :)
I feel so bad for gay children who are in families that constantly make homophobic remarks. It's so demeaning and humiliating.
My life is a masterpiece. People think i'm being foolish, but at least I know myself and have tested my limits.
I think some religious folk are good hearted, amazing people. Unfortunately, the bigots cloud up too much of that institution nowadays.
Proposition 8 ruled unconstitutional! Gay marriage ban is illegal. Get that you religious fuckers, illegal. You lose, again!!
It's all about liberty, freedom, community and human unity. I have faith that evil religion will lose and equal rights will win.
I've been depressed before. Four times in fact, and each for different reasons. This year is the first in a long time i've been truly happy.
Regrets are a poison that keep you feeling angry and humiliated. Deal with them, and then let your life begin again. Start fresh.
If you're hurt why not step back and observe. Quietly think. Then the healing happens, and you remember how to feel happy.
This tweet goes out to anyone feeling any level of depression. It #does and #will get better in time. Trust in patience.
I'm sick of fighting, aye. Conflict is for losers with no other outlet to happiness
People are quite terrible sometimes. But mostly, people are inspirational, and lovely. I look forward to my time spent with the latter.
Using your goodwill to help other people goes a long way in gaining back positivity from the universe. Be nicer from today.
I look for positive and energetic people, in life... those new friends who light up the room with their great minds.
I think it's bad people assume boys don't like pink. Because pink is "frilly" and "stupid", so are all Women those things, then?
I sometimes ponder how creative a person i'd be if i'd grown up in a normal family. #thatwouldhavesucked
People once told me, Morgan. Twitter is useless. I look at them now and I think... you guys are more blonde than even I am.
I am crazy. Do you love it?
Oh my god, the sun came up again
I believe in fundamental human rights. I believe in freedom of AND mostly FROM religion. Too many religious people invade my freedoms.
I have zero time for negative people. Those who dwell on the dramatic. Stop reaching. The world will never try to make just you happy.
Racism is a poison. On that level, I have decided that making jokes over ethnicity is not something to aim for.
I kind of like that i've been upset with life before. It keeps me in perspective and makes me savor times I am happy, confident, and real.
I am so flattered, honored, and kinda afraid that I celebrated my 13,000th follower today. Once again, I love you all
I would rather die doing the things I love, than live only doing the things society told #me were good for me. #thinkaboutthat
People who like the color brown make me wriggle and not in a good way. Brown is the color of poo, after all.
I mean just LOOK at FORMSPRING. Humans are inherently sexual creatures. We cover it up too much, and then anonymously admit #everything
Wow that was immature and jealous, Morgan. #yeah this is twitter, not another episode of 'being a good person'.
My username changes more often than I masturbate. Nah kidding, .... it changes a little bit more lately actually. Also, hi.
Cheating and lying is bad. It doesn't matter if it was "just" a kiss or "just" a handjob. It's the kiss of death. Avoid, or at least, admit.
To be allowed civil unions is to be "tolerated". To allow same sex marriage is to be "accepted". That's the difference in my opinion
I refuse to know anybody who doesn't believe in equality. I don't care if you're straight, bisexual, or gay. Love is love.
fuck off, catholic church. consecrating women as priests or bishops is not a grave moral sin comparable to child abuse. just, fuck off.
"a policeman asked me to come down to the station for an interview. I haven't even applied for a job there."
Stepping off my usual pedestal, it does hurt. I am human. I cry. I have regrets. I make mistakes. I can be hypocritical. I'm imperfect.
Positivity breeds positivity. Surround yourself with peeps that send out happy, good vibrations. It'll inspire more of the same from U
U may not think I deserve to be "forgiven" but it's up to him not you. Dont act like you've never needed a #secondchance in life, hypocrites
Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.
It's obvious. People wear sunglasses so they can perve at other people without looking like the perverts they are. I do it occasionally.
Nobody just goes to the beach for the water, or just goes out clubbing for the music. There are other reasons for these activities
I just find humanity so ironic. People spend their entire days "pretending" to be normal, polite & 'disgusted' at out of the ordinary stuff.
I never had a wet dream. In fact, they focussed so much on wet dreams in sex class, I was waiting for one. I want my money back.
I have never had a sex dream. Not to my memory. I think I talk about sex so much in waking life, my brain is satisfied with that.
People try and put me into this little 'naughty box' for being spontaneous. Me living my life on the edge should not be your concern.
I find gay people individually quite smart, funny, and cool. But put them in a group and all hell breaks loose.
I find it ironic: being "out of control" is always negative. Who wants to be under constant supervision & expectation? NOT ME
When people older than me reckon i'm a worry, the world is where it should be. Perfect balance.
Moral of the story parents? You have to negotiate with your teenagers. Don't make them feel powerless, give them trust.
My old boss thought "paying staff low wages" was funny. I think that, not ever shopping there for the next 50 years is more hilarious.
If people paid half of the attention to the people who love them, instead of to their haters -- the world would be happier.
My advice to people who care about unfollows? Cherish the people who do follow you, and forget about those who don't.
Rule number one, tease but don't please.
Even though Gay people have been told they can't have Marriage over, and over, and over. They still fight for it. That's dedication.
Gender is immutable. Race is immutable. Disability is immutable. Sexuality is immutable. Religion is your choice. It's up to you.
Why do I support gender, race, and sexuality equality...but not religious? Because Religious people have had a fucking easy ride.
I don't know where I fit within the arena of these stupid labels "gay" "bi" "straight" - by definition I am Bisexual, but i prefer men.
There's a complimentary Holy Bible in my hotel room. I don't know whether I should be offended... or turned on
Man this doughnut is disgusting! It tastes just like Justin bieber's ass!
The catholic church is a piece of shit! It mind warps children into feeling guilty for being alive, to try and rope them into believing.
I never realized that the word "catholic" sounded so evil. It reminds me of "slytherin" "hell" "pedophile" all jammed into one.
I believe in full same sex marriage equality. Separate is never equal, Rosa Parks didn't think so and neither do I.
Oh boy, my grandmother is talking so loudly on the phone I think I should call noise control on my own house.
16 Year old working on min wage complaining about pay at $13 per hour. Lovely. What a treat for everyone!
Aug 30, 2010
500.
My home country has one of the worlds highest suicide rates. There are a plethora of factors which i can't even begin to explain that are both universal, and national; contributing to the sad statistic of five hundred per 365-day period. I will never-the-less ram through some of my theories and principles on the subject beginning first with the old-age idea that if you "hush" away a certain topic it will disappear, not exist, not be encouraged, or glorified. (this also relates to the idea in the 1950's that homosexuality as covered up from existing, meant people who are older than the baby boomer generation still think that gays and lesbians have not been around for a lengthy period of time), but I digress to the issue of self-annihilation next.
It is currently unlawful for any publication in New Zealand to publish an article specifying that a suicide has taken place in regards to the individual involved. This law was passed many years ago under the then accepted idea that broadcasting the decision a person makes to kamikaze themselves, would only fuel a kind of "copy cat" mentality and exacerbate the problem. That theory and the reasoning behind it to me is irrevocably false and disordered. The only way to heal is to communicate. Silence is the enemy of progress and integration, and the compete antithesis to what society should expect on a topic which kills more citizens per week than any other cause (to my young knowledge, but seriously five people per week committing suicide is insane!!). In each instance, the suicide of a person is mourned by those closely involved, silenced by the broader laws and deafened to the immediate populous, then easily swept under the rug once the mourning process has ended for the family involved.
To print that a death happened "under no suspicious circumstances" has appeared to be the most recognizable way for a newspaper or media agency to extend the idea that an individual has exited the world by their own will, not the will of another person (murder, manslaughter, euthanasia), or the will of a medical affliction (heart attack, cancer, etcetera). It is an odious way to supersede the law and standards while barely acknowledging the problem, it is not nearly alarming enough to people with no knowledge of the person involved.
There is going to be no community discussion over the fact a human being felt so isolated and locked in their own hell that they had to pull a trigger, swing from a rope, or gas a four walled vehicle. The lack of such outpouring emotion from the community and frank discussion over the disgusting anguish suicide causes only fuels the ideas among people who have mental health issues or extreme life pains that they are in fact the only ones whom have had a problem and therefore there is a lack of hope, help, understanding and recourse to their feelings of self-loathing. Out of sight, out of mind.
People can't heal on their own. No-one can. It's impossible.
A brother, sister, mother, father, uncle, aunty, grandparent, friend or partner will seemingly go quiet, or missing, and then one day not exist anymore. Our world, and my country in general has a deplorable "she'll be right" attitude that not only causes apathy involving child abuse and self-inflicted death but also an antipathy for real life issues that are minimized to insults calling people "emo's," which makes for a very toxic cocktail of bottled up negative energy and a bloodbath of lost lives and feelings that were out of repair for what could have only been a transitory stage. Humans are obsessed and wrapped up in the "complexities" of their own lives and moreso their work; so as that noticeable differences in another persons demeanor or words go unnoticed.
This world is meant to be inhibited by creatures whom communicate eighty percent through non-verbal communication. Without eclipsing my previous statement into an internet issue, I turn to those of us who still do not bother to notice anything out of the ordinary with the people around us in day to day life (although while ironically pointing out superficially "wrong" aspects of peoples personalities, looks, goals and opinions). I am not to say that I blame people whom are busy and wrapped in life otherwise we'd all be guilty of not perceiving a threat to a life or whatever; I merely point out that as products in a world where the "normal" thing is to value time and money over personal relationships we should stop,.. take a look at the landscape permeating our existence and then try to change it for the better.
The first thing in my opinion is a legal overhaul of the archaic and harmful suicide legislation that is primitive and destructive in its efforts to deny people the knowledge that a problem envelopes society. The second thing in my opinion is a complete change in how people deal with "the other," for one, to stop using the word "normal" in such a broad context with a negative connotation stapled to it when thrown at someone a person happens to disagree with. I sit here in wonder at my own writings, consistently reminding myself as conditioned by our society that my views are outlandish and how can it be possible to expect people to just stop using one word? What difference would one word make?
I can't answer that. All I can do is offer my thoughts hither to the dynamics of our world that are clearly causing the wrong things to happen. Unfortunately things remain the same by and large, and therefore the idea "everything happens for a reason" exists only if in fact it existing causes more heartache and despair for everybody involved.
It is currently unlawful for any publication in New Zealand to publish an article specifying that a suicide has taken place in regards to the individual involved. This law was passed many years ago under the then accepted idea that broadcasting the decision a person makes to kamikaze themselves, would only fuel a kind of "copy cat" mentality and exacerbate the problem. That theory and the reasoning behind it to me is irrevocably false and disordered. The only way to heal is to communicate. Silence is the enemy of progress and integration, and the compete antithesis to what society should expect on a topic which kills more citizens per week than any other cause (to my young knowledge, but seriously five people per week committing suicide is insane!!). In each instance, the suicide of a person is mourned by those closely involved, silenced by the broader laws and deafened to the immediate populous, then easily swept under the rug once the mourning process has ended for the family involved.
To print that a death happened "under no suspicious circumstances" has appeared to be the most recognizable way for a newspaper or media agency to extend the idea that an individual has exited the world by their own will, not the will of another person (murder, manslaughter, euthanasia), or the will of a medical affliction (heart attack, cancer, etcetera). It is an odious way to supersede the law and standards while barely acknowledging the problem, it is not nearly alarming enough to people with no knowledge of the person involved.
There is going to be no community discussion over the fact a human being felt so isolated and locked in their own hell that they had to pull a trigger, swing from a rope, or gas a four walled vehicle. The lack of such outpouring emotion from the community and frank discussion over the disgusting anguish suicide causes only fuels the ideas among people who have mental health issues or extreme life pains that they are in fact the only ones whom have had a problem and therefore there is a lack of hope, help, understanding and recourse to their feelings of self-loathing. Out of sight, out of mind.
People can't heal on their own. No-one can. It's impossible.
A brother, sister, mother, father, uncle, aunty, grandparent, friend or partner will seemingly go quiet, or missing, and then one day not exist anymore. Our world, and my country in general has a deplorable "she'll be right" attitude that not only causes apathy involving child abuse and self-inflicted death but also an antipathy for real life issues that are minimized to insults calling people "emo's," which makes for a very toxic cocktail of bottled up negative energy and a bloodbath of lost lives and feelings that were out of repair for what could have only been a transitory stage. Humans are obsessed and wrapped up in the "complexities" of their own lives and moreso their work; so as that noticeable differences in another persons demeanor or words go unnoticed.
This world is meant to be inhibited by creatures whom communicate eighty percent through non-verbal communication. Without eclipsing my previous statement into an internet issue, I turn to those of us who still do not bother to notice anything out of the ordinary with the people around us in day to day life (although while ironically pointing out superficially "wrong" aspects of peoples personalities, looks, goals and opinions). I am not to say that I blame people whom are busy and wrapped in life otherwise we'd all be guilty of not perceiving a threat to a life or whatever; I merely point out that as products in a world where the "normal" thing is to value time and money over personal relationships we should stop,.. take a look at the landscape permeating our existence and then try to change it for the better.
The first thing in my opinion is a legal overhaul of the archaic and harmful suicide legislation that is primitive and destructive in its efforts to deny people the knowledge that a problem envelopes society. The second thing in my opinion is a complete change in how people deal with "the other," for one, to stop using the word "normal" in such a broad context with a negative connotation stapled to it when thrown at someone a person happens to disagree with. I sit here in wonder at my own writings, consistently reminding myself as conditioned by our society that my views are outlandish and how can it be possible to expect people to just stop using one word? What difference would one word make?
I can't answer that. All I can do is offer my thoughts hither to the dynamics of our world that are clearly causing the wrong things to happen. Unfortunately things remain the same by and large, and therefore the idea "everything happens for a reason" exists only if in fact it existing causes more heartache and despair for everybody involved.
Aug 21, 2010
Anti-Gay Gillard and Anti-Gay Abbott both lose the election. Greens hold balance of power.
Behind all of the arrogance, I thought i'd explain why I dislike @JuliaGillard. She is anti gay. She is pro internet censorship.
Turning to the first point only tonight, I know that personally, Julia probably does want to see Marriage Equality. But her personal view does not matter in this case. Each and every time on national television where she has repeatedly said "The Marriage Act is a special union" that needs to be "respected" as "a higher status" for heterosexual couples "to the exclusion of all others -- it makes me want to smack her in the face.
Yes, she is toeing the party line. Yes, she is trying to get elected. Yes, she probably wants to help marriage but... she won't. This woman is hands down a backstabbing liar. She's thrown the entire homosexual community under the bus in hopes of savoring enough of the right wing christian votes necessary for her to gain a career. She is fuelling homophobia and enforcing a moral and religious view on all australian citizens.
I don't like it one bit. "We need to respect that Australia is a christian nation, and therefore we need to respect that the Marriage Act as it stands has a special meaning for Australia." What she is saying is that it is okay to respect antiquated prejudices and that it is okay to respect religious hatred and mob rule from one section of society to another.
What about Tony Abbott you say? Well. It's true. He doesn't support same-sex marriage -proper. But he has been on the radio telling audiences he is "open" to same-sex civil unions nationwide. He hasn't defended the Marriage Act, merely to say that he doesn't "think" it could be changed under his government. This is strange coming from a Catholic family man. You would expect at least, Julia and Tony's attitudes towards same-sex marriage rights to be in the reverse. But they're not.
If a progressive, unmarried redhead atheist with no children thinks that "christian" heritage is enough to deny equal rights, there is something wrong. Especially when the conservative catholic opposition leader is only defacto against the word "marriage" and has not tried to defend it with as much loathe and vigor that she has.
Julia Gillard is a patsy for a party that I would otherwise support save for their shocking treatment of same-sex couples. In twenty years or less, people will look back and wonder why in 2010 Julia Gillard was so cold, and uncaring.
Politicans never change. They're like chameleons,.... always a lizard.
Turning to the first point only tonight, I know that personally, Julia probably does want to see Marriage Equality. But her personal view does not matter in this case. Each and every time on national television where she has repeatedly said "The Marriage Act is a special union" that needs to be "respected" as "a higher status" for heterosexual couples "to the exclusion of all others -- it makes me want to smack her in the face.
Yes, she is toeing the party line. Yes, she is trying to get elected. Yes, she probably wants to help marriage but... she won't. This woman is hands down a backstabbing liar. She's thrown the entire homosexual community under the bus in hopes of savoring enough of the right wing christian votes necessary for her to gain a career. She is fuelling homophobia and enforcing a moral and religious view on all australian citizens.
I don't like it one bit. "We need to respect that Australia is a christian nation, and therefore we need to respect that the Marriage Act as it stands has a special meaning for Australia." What she is saying is that it is okay to respect antiquated prejudices and that it is okay to respect religious hatred and mob rule from one section of society to another.
What about Tony Abbott you say? Well. It's true. He doesn't support same-sex marriage -proper. But he has been on the radio telling audiences he is "open" to same-sex civil unions nationwide. He hasn't defended the Marriage Act, merely to say that he doesn't "think" it could be changed under his government. This is strange coming from a Catholic family man. You would expect at least, Julia and Tony's attitudes towards same-sex marriage rights to be in the reverse. But they're not.
If a progressive, unmarried redhead atheist with no children thinks that "christian" heritage is enough to deny equal rights, there is something wrong. Especially when the conservative catholic opposition leader is only defacto against the word "marriage" and has not tried to defend it with as much loathe and vigor that she has.
Julia Gillard is a patsy for a party that I would otherwise support save for their shocking treatment of same-sex couples. In twenty years or less, people will look back and wonder why in 2010 Julia Gillard was so cold, and uncaring.
Politicans never change. They're like chameleons,.... always a lizard.
Aug 19, 2010
An open letter
Yesterday I found two things. The first thing I found was a job. A full time one which has irrevocably changed the future of my life here in australia. It's a very well paid job compared to what i am used to back home. ...the second thing I found today was myself.
I would like to open this letter to my grandparents who have stopped at nothing to try and make my life as normal as possible even though sometimes to my detriment: their hearts have always been in the right place.
Last morning, I thought I had lost my laptop forever and everything including my passport and cellphones. I woke up and it was gone from the common room where I had fallen asleep. I asked at reception, rang all of the clubs I was at last night and spent two hours wandering aimlessly down the Sydney center streets at the end of my tether. I was crying, and wondering what next was going to happen to me. Clearly, karma hated me and I deserved to have my whole life ripped apart even in this new country...
I was ready to get on a plane and move back home without a clue how i would pick up the peices. My laptop you see, is my lifeline to the world and (at that time) my only source of income. Not to mention how many novels and essays I had written and not backed up anywhere. ...this morning I was desperate. So i called home.
My grandparents are not rich in fact they are far from it. They heard immediately the alarm in my voicea and bank transferred me enough money so as to buy a new MacBook, and a plane ticket for next week.
I made an agreement with my grandfather that if i didn't find a job by today (friday), i would come home and live with him again. He wants me to come home being lonely and i can totally understand that. However... something amazing happened and the gods spun their roulette wheel in my direction for once in my life.
My bag was found and given back to reception at 10am, and i had to quickly surpress my devastated but relived emotions because i had an interview at 11am. I got that job on the spot; $26 NZD per hour. Twelve hours after that, someone handed in my laptop charger that i had separately left behind and then this morning I got a phone call from my manager at this hostel I do free online marketing for in exchange for rent. She wants me to work on reception at night. Not one full time job, Morgan. Nope, the universe is now telling me I am worth it, I am desirous and appreciated and wanted. I just didn't look hard enough in the beginning. It had to be at the final moments of my first journey and on the day where things could have gone horribly south.
I could have lost everything on Thursday. My MacBook, my passport, my livelihood and my creative works. I could have been broke, and on my way home failed at 'starting my life over' yet again. But then.... someone or something intervened and decided that at the eleventh hour it would grant me reprieve so that i could breathe finally and begin to unwind all of my negativity and hurt. Karma gave me back my bag but only after reminding me in very stressful terms that I need to be irrevocably careful with not only my belongings but my feelings: maturity.
The universe forced me to call back home (a place i had been avoiding) to remind me that while I want to be away from my grandparents that I do still have childish tendencies. Reliance, support, and monetary backup. I can no longer ignore the fact that despite the strangely locked up childhood I had that I did in fact have a good one at the end of the day. I can't look past the idea that without my grandparents I would not be the creatively worded person I am today. Not many parents spend an hour a night reading to their child anymore. I had that throughout grade school and it set me up for eloquence and greatness. Not many people whom grew up with grandparents were just "given" their own computer at age thirteen. It wasn't theirs, I didn't have to share it. It was mine. I used to wisely, sometimes, stupidly... but at the end of the day I am excellent with technology in some part thanks to my forward-thinking grandfather who forked out three thousand dollars over eight years ago to get me into the loop of I.T.
I feel complete.
I feel happy.
I feel like, I don't have any more regrets.
I feel like, I know how to make good decisions.
I feel like, I won't be getting an overdraft, credit card or personal loan ever, while i'm in this country.
I feel like, I don't have to be angry anymore.
I feel like, my mother has been watching over me as a guardian making sure I am always okay.
I feel like, even though some people in my family don't really want to know me that is their bad. The onus will fall on them one day when I am successful.
I feel like, I have motivation to succee.
Ideally I see myself in five years exactly where I am right now. Subject to determination and full of hope.
The ideal is happiness, which is the object of our real wish and the goal of all of our efforts...
I would like to open this letter to my grandparents who have stopped at nothing to try and make my life as normal as possible even though sometimes to my detriment: their hearts have always been in the right place.
Last morning, I thought I had lost my laptop forever and everything including my passport and cellphones. I woke up and it was gone from the common room where I had fallen asleep. I asked at reception, rang all of the clubs I was at last night and spent two hours wandering aimlessly down the Sydney center streets at the end of my tether. I was crying, and wondering what next was going to happen to me. Clearly, karma hated me and I deserved to have my whole life ripped apart even in this new country...
I was ready to get on a plane and move back home without a clue how i would pick up the peices. My laptop you see, is my lifeline to the world and (at that time) my only source of income. Not to mention how many novels and essays I had written and not backed up anywhere. ...this morning I was desperate. So i called home.
My grandparents are not rich in fact they are far from it. They heard immediately the alarm in my voicea and bank transferred me enough money so as to buy a new MacBook, and a plane ticket for next week.
I made an agreement with my grandfather that if i didn't find a job by today (friday), i would come home and live with him again. He wants me to come home being lonely and i can totally understand that. However... something amazing happened and the gods spun their roulette wheel in my direction for once in my life.
My bag was found and given back to reception at 10am, and i had to quickly surpress my devastated but relived emotions because i had an interview at 11am. I got that job on the spot; $26 NZD per hour. Twelve hours after that, someone handed in my laptop charger that i had separately left behind and then this morning I got a phone call from my manager at this hostel I do free online marketing for in exchange for rent. She wants me to work on reception at night. Not one full time job, Morgan. Nope, the universe is now telling me I am worth it, I am desirous and appreciated and wanted. I just didn't look hard enough in the beginning. It had to be at the final moments of my first journey and on the day where things could have gone horribly south.
I could have lost everything on Thursday. My MacBook, my passport, my livelihood and my creative works. I could have been broke, and on my way home failed at 'starting my life over' yet again. But then.... someone or something intervened and decided that at the eleventh hour it would grant me reprieve so that i could breathe finally and begin to unwind all of my negativity and hurt. Karma gave me back my bag but only after reminding me in very stressful terms that I need to be irrevocably careful with not only my belongings but my feelings: maturity.
The universe forced me to call back home (a place i had been avoiding) to remind me that while I want to be away from my grandparents that I do still have childish tendencies. Reliance, support, and monetary backup. I can no longer ignore the fact that despite the strangely locked up childhood I had that I did in fact have a good one at the end of the day. I can't look past the idea that without my grandparents I would not be the creatively worded person I am today. Not many parents spend an hour a night reading to their child anymore. I had that throughout grade school and it set me up for eloquence and greatness. Not many people whom grew up with grandparents were just "given" their own computer at age thirteen. It wasn't theirs, I didn't have to share it. It was mine. I used to wisely, sometimes, stupidly... but at the end of the day I am excellent with technology in some part thanks to my forward-thinking grandfather who forked out three thousand dollars over eight years ago to get me into the loop of I.T.
I feel complete.
I feel happy.
I feel like, I don't have any more regrets.
I feel like, I know how to make good decisions.
I feel like, I won't be getting an overdraft, credit card or personal loan ever, while i'm in this country.
I feel like, I don't have to be angry anymore.
I feel like, my mother has been watching over me as a guardian making sure I am always okay.
I feel like, even though some people in my family don't really want to know me that is their bad. The onus will fall on them one day when I am successful.
I feel like, I have motivation to succee.
Ideally I see myself in five years exactly where I am right now. Subject to determination and full of hope.
The ideal is happiness, which is the object of our real wish and the goal of all of our efforts...
Aug 18, 2010
One of my "friends" finally showed his homophobia. My response...
Michael. Stop acting like such a cunt. You've actually pissed me off for the first time in what is it now, almost nine years? I'll explain why here, and give you some things to really think about.
Mike: "But then again, i am not encouraging people to be gay or bi, as i do beleive in that a normal relationship should be between a male and a female,"
Tell me again how it's possible to encourage people to be gay or bisexual? People are born with the sexuality they are given. What the fuck gives you the right to tell me that my physical, emotional, and sexual attractions are "abnormal" when i enter a relationship based on those? Should I just force myself to fuck women while I watch Gay porn in the background or imagine sucking off my ex? If that's the 'normal' thing you'd like me to do then okay. Why not, let's see exactly how many girls I mentally fuck up when they find out it was only the vague amount of pressure their vag's gave my cock that got me off, and nothing to do with them.
Your statement in reverse means you support encouraging people into straight relationships. Again I don't see what the benefit it for anybody, society included, to "support" gay people to change their entire set of emotions, bodily functions, and history based on what you think is "normal.
Mike: "Give me shit for it, But penis and vagina seem to fit like a key and lock. How do two penis' work? Like a sword fight."
Oh my god! Way to go, making the complexities of human relationships as simple as allowing someone who knows how to shove a cock into a vagina the complete moral and normal permission to do it. If you really want to turn it into a sexual conversation then here's something for you to chew on: the male G-spot is found up your ass. Biologically speaking, you won't derive the full capacity of sexual pleasure in your life unless you let another guy fuck you. But "give me shit for it," "A cock inside a straight guys ass fits like a key and a lock." See how fucking stupid that sounds?
Yeah, coz some people are straight. They prefer women and therefore derive their sexual pleasure from ploughing into pussy on a daily basis. I have no problems with that in fact I support it fully. Why can't you support the fact that, when I have sex with another guy it's not "like a sword fight", in fact it involves the same amount of emotion, penetration, and consequences as straight sex save for pregnancy? (which is not usually why straight people like you fuck in the first place anyway).
Mike: It just seems kinda odd that it wouldn't as marriage is done through the church and when it comes to it, Wasn't it Adam and Eve, (not 2 gay lovers) that this world had all come from?
Marriage is not done through the church, Michael. Clearly you don't know enough about marriage anyway so your opinion in court would be "inadmissible" but i'll answer you anyway. Marriage is a legal contract that binds two adults together in a civil agreement given by the state for the purposes of tax, spousal benefits, child support, property share and a whole other host of responsibilities and privileges. If someone wants to "marry" in a church they need a legal, state binding marriage certificate first. I am not even acknowledging your "adam and eve" theory. That is about the stupidest argument i've heard in my entire 22 years on this planet. Wake up.
Mike (to my friend): Maybe i should Vote for "against gay marriage" Just to piss you off more, is what you are saying.
Great one, Michael.... one homosexual person goes nuts at you for having bigoted views that every single day harm him, and you then turn around and threaten to vote against real people, in real life, an entire class of the population... just because one person who broadly represents his group disagrees with you. That's the same kind of fucked up reasoning racist's use to deny black people of dignity because one person of color stole something from them ten years ago.
You have no idea how hard it was growing up in a world where I was constantly bombarded with "straight" propaganda. I had no role models as a kid. The church i attended told me I was a sinful, disordered, and dangerous threat to society. My grandparents put me through conselling to "get rid of the gay," and I just dodged being infected with HIV when I was sixteen because I had no-one in my life, or extended community to talk to about how "different I was". I had no idea about HIV/AIDS and I count my blessings that to this day i've never had a sexual disease, but I could have caught it.
It's people like you, and the people who share the same beliefs as you, that don't "deny" Gays and Lesbians exist, but never stand up and say hey, have the same rights and freedoms as me. People like you are the reason that for so many years, I grew up thinking I was an alien, the only person in a whole world full of everybody else who were heterosexual. What else was I supposed to think, huh? Beauty and the beast. Pocahantas. King and Queen. Male and Female. It was ingrained in my brain from birth and through primary school. To tell me that I just suddenly woke up one day and "chose" to be Gay because someone "encouraged" it is to be wholly ignorant of me, our friendship and everything you think you know about the world.
Get a clue.
Don't talk to me until you've really had time to think about how much your comments would upset people, if they were to read them and how you have shown me for the first time since I came out of the closet in 2006... that I have friends who secretly think I shouldn't be in a relationship. Shouldn't marry. Shouldn't be "encouraged" to be myself. Shouldn't get the same rights.
And, you know what. Even though you've pissed me off... If I had the chance to vote on whether or not YOU could get married, I would vote for you to have that right because I believe, that no matter how a person treats other people that all human adults are entitled to the dignity, honor, permanence, and meaning of marriage. The fundamental love we all know of, seek and one day want to be a part of. If New Zealand ever has a public vote on marriage freedoms, please don't vote to have my rights extinguished.
Aug 17, 2010
A brief interlude.
The doctors told my mother it was impossible for her to be able to get pregnant. When i was born, i was 9 and a half weeks premature at 1.5kg's. 15% chance of survival, i had 5 weeks in an incubator. The possibility of psychosis, bipolar disorder and dis-sociative episodes. I was kept under leach by my grandmother for these reasons, and as it turns out...... im perfectly healthy and perfectly lucid.
My mother was on hard drugs all throughout her pregnancy and suicidal by the time I spat out in November. There could be a ticking timebomb of things about to explode inside my body laying dormant. I don't actually think about it. Well i didn't, until recently. Being here has made me cling more to my past than i usually do.
My mother was on hard drugs all throughout her pregnancy and suicidal by the time I spat out in November. There could be a ticking timebomb of things about to explode inside my body laying dormant. I don't actually think about it. Well i didn't, until recently. Being here has made me cling more to my past than i usually do.
Aug 11, 2010
A letter i sent to the politician that said "gay marriage" is like child abuse
Hi @wendy4senate My name is Morgan and I was raised by a single grandmother. My mother was sick at my birth & died when I was four. My father didn't want me, so the only other option was for a 52 year old grandmother to take it upon herself to "adopt" me as her own child and raise me. Just a few years past your age now, actually so you can imagine how much sacrifice she had to go through.
I spent so many years of my childhood extremely jealous every single day I would hear other kids talk about having a "mother" and a "father".
It would further be magnified when I'd go over to play dates. I would watch unreservedly, the nuclear family secretly feeling completely stripped of having a normal family life.
I watched from the shadows how other families interacted with each-other in a normal way, and felt slightly empty and definitely mad that when going home I was stuck with one ancient parent who i felt like I couldn't talk to about real-life issues.
So.
I think that having grown up with one parent instead of two that, my views carry a bit more weight than yours. You grew up around a normal family, I assume. I didn't.
For this reason I unreservedly support same-sex marriage and same-sex parenting, and i'll explain why.
Looking back, it would not have mattered whether my friends had two mums, two dads, or a mum and a dad. I wasn't jealous of the gender binary's. The fact that two parents had separate sets of genitals played no part.
I was jealous of the fact that other people had two loving parents, in a family where responsibilities, ideas, and activities were shared between two adults and a set of children. I was jealous of the fact that, their parents worked together to create an amazing life for their kids, so jealous that they had "real" people who had jobs, and a sense of humor taking care of them. For me? My grandmother was unemployed throughout, quite depressed and a constant sour fruit.
You wanna know why your comments upset me so much? Because i look at the damage my heterosexual parents did to me by having unprotected sex, carrying through the pregnancy even while my mother was suicidal the whole time, and then dumping me like a piece of trash not even wanted. You have no idea how it feels to have grown up in a family where I was always made indirectly aware that every day I was just a "responsibility" that popped out of a straight woman's body shortly before she caved to the world.
If i had a choice, Wendy. I would choose a same-sex couple. I WOULD CHOOSE A SAME-SEX COUPLE BECAUSE AT LEAST HOMOSEXUAL PEOPLE CARE ENOUGH TO WANT TO TRY SO HARD TO GAIN RIGHTS AND HAVE CHILDREN. My heterosexual parents are a fucking disgrace. They've ruined me, they should not have had me, but they did. They did because people like YOU tell heterosexual people that they are somehow "privileged" and somehow "better", "more capable", more "natural" as parents. So they make the decision on a whim, having put no real thought into the complexities of raising children.
So what you said in your apology about "how australian's would choose to have a mother and a father," I wouldn't. I would want two stable, happy and loving parents whose main goal was to raise me into a respectable, happy adult.
I didn't get that with my heterosexual parents. I got as much as I could from my fathers mother on her own, but that wasn't enough. Every day is a struggle for me to remain happy, and I posit that had I been raised by two gay dads or two lesbian mums that I would be so much more well adjusted, happy, and have made a considerable amount less mistakes that I have in the past three years since leaving home.
Your views are homophobic, Wendy. They are. They are disgusting, vile, horrible, awful and another hundred emotive words. I very much am disgusted by you, and people like you who say "family first" on one hand, and then give unlimited rights to people who know how to shove a cock into a vagina over possibly better same-sex parents who are actually spending emotions, time, money and energy into wanting to be married, to want to be stable, and to want to give love and compassion to children.
So thank you, Wendy. For making me realize exactly why I believe in equal rights. You really made me think, and it's galvanized my extensive support of gay marriage and gay adoption. You may not have even been swayed by my personal story, but this story is out there now and I'll let it be known. I would have rather been raised by two gay people, had I had the choice before birth.
Thanks
Morgan.
I spent so many years of my childhood extremely jealous every single day I would hear other kids talk about having a "mother" and a "father".
It would further be magnified when I'd go over to play dates. I would watch unreservedly, the nuclear family secretly feeling completely stripped of having a normal family life.
I watched from the shadows how other families interacted with each-other in a normal way, and felt slightly empty and definitely mad that when going home I was stuck with one ancient parent who i felt like I couldn't talk to about real-life issues.
So.
I think that having grown up with one parent instead of two that, my views carry a bit more weight than yours. You grew up around a normal family, I assume. I didn't.
For this reason I unreservedly support same-sex marriage and same-sex parenting, and i'll explain why.
Looking back, it would not have mattered whether my friends had two mums, two dads, or a mum and a dad. I wasn't jealous of the gender binary's. The fact that two parents had separate sets of genitals played no part.
I was jealous of the fact that other people had two loving parents, in a family where responsibilities, ideas, and activities were shared between two adults and a set of children. I was jealous of the fact that, their parents worked together to create an amazing life for their kids, so jealous that they had "real" people who had jobs, and a sense of humor taking care of them. For me? My grandmother was unemployed throughout, quite depressed and a constant sour fruit.
You wanna know why your comments upset me so much? Because i look at the damage my heterosexual parents did to me by having unprotected sex, carrying through the pregnancy even while my mother was suicidal the whole time, and then dumping me like a piece of trash not even wanted. You have no idea how it feels to have grown up in a family where I was always made indirectly aware that every day I was just a "responsibility" that popped out of a straight woman's body shortly before she caved to the world.
If i had a choice, Wendy. I would choose a same-sex couple. I WOULD CHOOSE A SAME-SEX COUPLE BECAUSE AT LEAST HOMOSEXUAL PEOPLE CARE ENOUGH TO WANT TO TRY SO HARD TO GAIN RIGHTS AND HAVE CHILDREN. My heterosexual parents are a fucking disgrace. They've ruined me, they should not have had me, but they did. They did because people like YOU tell heterosexual people that they are somehow "privileged" and somehow "better", "more capable", more "natural" as parents. So they make the decision on a whim, having put no real thought into the complexities of raising children.
So what you said in your apology about "how australian's would choose to have a mother and a father," I wouldn't. I would want two stable, happy and loving parents whose main goal was to raise me into a respectable, happy adult.
I didn't get that with my heterosexual parents. I got as much as I could from my fathers mother on her own, but that wasn't enough. Every day is a struggle for me to remain happy, and I posit that had I been raised by two gay dads or two lesbian mums that I would be so much more well adjusted, happy, and have made a considerable amount less mistakes that I have in the past three years since leaving home.
Your views are homophobic, Wendy. They are. They are disgusting, vile, horrible, awful and another hundred emotive words. I very much am disgusted by you, and people like you who say "family first" on one hand, and then give unlimited rights to people who know how to shove a cock into a vagina over possibly better same-sex parents who are actually spending emotions, time, money and energy into wanting to be married, to want to be stable, and to want to give love and compassion to children.
So thank you, Wendy. For making me realize exactly why I believe in equal rights. You really made me think, and it's galvanized my extensive support of gay marriage and gay adoption. You may not have even been swayed by my personal story, but this story is out there now and I'll let it be known. I would have rather been raised by two gay people, had I had the choice before birth.
Thanks
Morgan.
Aug 3, 2010
Change of plans.
Fully knowing I haven't posted an entry about why I moved from New Zealand to Sydney, here's this anyway.
I've been spending the last day with my Uncle Leon, and his wife Jo (my other aunty). Their house is a bit of a mess, but it's a hot mess. They have a six year old kid who has dyspraxia and his name is Ryan. It's pretty inspiring actually, because the doctors told his parents five years ago that he would never be able to speak. He learned to talk last year and I can understand him perfectly, he's just not as eloquent as other kids are. I actually rang my uncle's wife yesterday afternoon because I was growing sick and tired of listening to my Aunty (Hela) and her partner fighting. I've been staying with Hela since I got here. It's not good for them, for me, or for their six year old kid (Madeline). Jo and I were on the phone for a good hour and then I asked if I could stay with them for the night and so here I am now, about half an hour away from Hela's place.
Found out some really interesting things about my mother. One awesome thing, one terrible thing, and other tidbits that bit in between everything. I am still unsure if I should tweet about it but I probably will soon once I wrap my head around one fact I can't stop smiling at and making jokes about. My mother was a crazy person, is all i'll say right now.
Anyway, my Uncle Leon and his wife Josephine are both so placid and calm both with eachother, with their kid Ryan and also with me. Not a bad word. They drink beer a lot, have two dogs, a hamster, a kitten and some other animals i haven't discovered yet. The weird thing is, they haven't spoken with my aunty in three years. Hela (who i'm usually staying with) and her brother Leon, just don't communicate and it's a bit sad. But there are some fun jokes we make about the entire situation. I am not sure what's happening tonight. I might stay here again. I mean, they have WiFi because Jo is an accountant, and Leon owns his own welding business. It's pretty laid back and I don't have to worry about going to bed at a certain time or not making noise and waking up Madeline, Hela or Tony back home. I'll see what happens anyway I don't want to intrude but they seem to really like me.
I'll post a bit more later, but yeah, in summation: I am currently with Uncle Leon. I am usually with Aunty Hela. Hela and Leon are siblings, they're the children of my Grandmother who I grew up with. Confusing? Not for me but yeah. More soon. Take care everyone! I know I do.
I've been spending the last day with my Uncle Leon, and his wife Jo (my other aunty). Their house is a bit of a mess, but it's a hot mess. They have a six year old kid who has dyspraxia and his name is Ryan. It's pretty inspiring actually, because the doctors told his parents five years ago that he would never be able to speak. He learned to talk last year and I can understand him perfectly, he's just not as eloquent as other kids are. I actually rang my uncle's wife yesterday afternoon because I was growing sick and tired of listening to my Aunty (Hela) and her partner fighting. I've been staying with Hela since I got here. It's not good for them, for me, or for their six year old kid (Madeline). Jo and I were on the phone for a good hour and then I asked if I could stay with them for the night and so here I am now, about half an hour away from Hela's place.
Found out some really interesting things about my mother. One awesome thing, one terrible thing, and other tidbits that bit in between everything. I am still unsure if I should tweet about it but I probably will soon once I wrap my head around one fact I can't stop smiling at and making jokes about. My mother was a crazy person, is all i'll say right now.
Anyway, my Uncle Leon and his wife Josephine are both so placid and calm both with eachother, with their kid Ryan and also with me. Not a bad word. They drink beer a lot, have two dogs, a hamster, a kitten and some other animals i haven't discovered yet. The weird thing is, they haven't spoken with my aunty in three years. Hela (who i'm usually staying with) and her brother Leon, just don't communicate and it's a bit sad. But there are some fun jokes we make about the entire situation. I am not sure what's happening tonight. I might stay here again. I mean, they have WiFi because Jo is an accountant, and Leon owns his own welding business. It's pretty laid back and I don't have to worry about going to bed at a certain time or not making noise and waking up Madeline, Hela or Tony back home. I'll see what happens anyway I don't want to intrude but they seem to really like me.
I'll post a bit more later, but yeah, in summation: I am currently with Uncle Leon. I am usually with Aunty Hela. Hela and Leon are siblings, they're the children of my Grandmother who I grew up with. Confusing? Not for me but yeah. More soon. Take care everyone! I know I do.
Jul 18, 2010
same sex marriage, almost.
Good evening Julia. I would like to quickly preface this by saying I appreciate you have no time to sift through enquiries of this nature right now. I merely hope that this someday gets to your attention and that on a human level you are able to read with an open mind. It would affirm my original respect for you as a person and a prime minister, while also galvanizing my support for politics in general.
I support you, almost. Your speech carried me today, almost. You say you want to move australia forward... but it's 'almost' at best. Why? Because people in same-sex relationships in this country ...have similar rights to their heterosexual counterparts... almost. I am articulating this point as myself: a twenty two year old male who is a free thinking conservative that cares about personal human rights struggles. Please listen because this is not just a same-sex seeking struggle, I believe it is a fundamental human rights issue that needs to be resolved sooner rather than later.
I must impart in the most passionate way I can over text, that I feel each and every single day we discriminate there is irrevocable damage being done. Damage that is direct.
1) Damage to children who have same-sex parents, they grow up in a household that is fundamentally disabled from accessing basic human rights protections as their friends, and neighbors.
2) Damage to teenagers and younger adults who are gay or lesbian and are struggling to deal with the sheer fact that who they are puts them at odds with societies most fundamental ideals and expectations for normalcy, responsibility and family. I have had two friends commit suicide for this very reason and hence my incredibly staunch opinions on this highly sensitive topic.
3) Damage to the safety of any citizen who is perceived as a homosexual by a bigoted other. Hate crimes due to sexuality are common and only fueled by the very basic illegality of the relationships. Banning same-sex marriage on a legal level while the church brands gay people as intrinsically evil and the most dangerous and insidious threat to society does nothing to make more heterosexual couples live stably and have more children. It only serves to harm and disable an entire section of society for the vague end goal of "preserving tradition," much like when Mildred Loving fought against reasons for banning inter-racial marriage in Loving V Virginia 1967 (united states supreme court ruling banning inter-racial marriage bans countrywide).
As of 17th July 2010, Argentina became the tenth country in the world since 2001 to legalize same-sex marriage. So far, that means one country has been allowing for their GLBT citizens the same liberties and freedoms each eleven months. Five years ago, only two countries had allowed same-sex marriage which only points to one thing: an avalanche of countries affirming liberty across the entire sexual orientation paradigm, which leads me to my next point. The negative consequences of banning full marriage rights to all people.
1) Australia will be seen as a country going backwards, living in the past, and stuck in a rut of permanence to elderly ideals (which used to force gender and race into submission until world perceptions against persecution for these were smashed to pieces) in recent history.
2) Your entire speech about moving 'forward' as a nation 'together' will become yet another mouthpiece with no intended real meaning for so many people who are GLBT, who know people who are GLBT or who like me, know people who are GLBT and have strong opinions about currently global human rights endeavors.
3) The economy will suffer. Analysts have long predicted that once allowing same-sex marriage, some tens of thousands of gay and lesbian people will boost the economy through weddings, parties, cakes, clothes, you name it. There are some gay couples who have been together up to seventy years, hoping that one day they would be exacted the privilege of being allowed to spend their money and love on each other in a way that affirms the dignity, permanence, honor, community and responsibility of their commitment to eachother as two human people.
Finally, i'd just like to retrospectively argue some of the reasons you may or may not be opposed to same sex marriage.
Q the tradition family unit is precious and should not be altered drastically, yet (or ever)
A denying two people who inherently and passionately love the same sex will not inspire two people who are inherently and passionately in love with the opposite sex, to live more stable and happy lives.
Q civil unions and domestic partnerships are the right way forward for everybody
A having separate schools and water fountains for black and white people were seen as a 'right way forward' in the fifties when lawyers argued that separate-but-equal clauses were okay. If a gay man enters a marriage registry with some random female off the street and also his male partner of twenty five years, he is only allowed the option of marrying one of those two people based on gender. This is not only sexual orientation abuse but also sex discrimination in its purest form. In 1967 lawyers against the loving v virginia case argued that because black people could marry black people and white people could marry white people that there was simply no real harm done because looking at it plainly neither group were disadvantaged by virtue of their color. It was by virtue of the color of the other person and it's that stance which was defeated with a resounding roar by the supreme court, over fifty years ago now. If i were to want to marry another man, but only had the choice to pick any woman of my liking, that would infringe on a persons right to select the sex they were born to love.
Q churches and religions will be weakened
A there are deliberate and specific ways of being able to legislate for same sex rights while also protecting the church from being forced to change their views and beliefs, practices and traditions within their own walls. Australia is not a one-religion-fits-all country and the reasonable man/woman would agree legislation should not be only based on the transitory moral disapproval of one particular faithful set of the entire population. To do so would be to enforce morals on people who have opted out of living within those confines, and is also a breach on the fundamental human right of religion (as in, being able to choose not to live under it too).
Q it could confuse or upset children
A many children are being and have been raised in homosexual relationships. It's been happening and cannot be ignored. Unless a worldwide mandate to remove all kids from same-sex households passes, then we are actually confusing and upsetting those very children who deserve the basic liberty of being able to know and understand that their parents are in the same relationships as their neighbors and friends. But if that was not enough: it is also imperative those kids parents have the same legal protections for when if worst comes to worst, or emergencies form. To limit marriage rights to the "special" children who have heterosexuals as parents is to unreasonably harm those children who lives in households that the government has decided to keep "less than" only because there is a word called tradition and, tradition is seen as "good".
Of course there are so many more arguments for or against but I will for now end this letter and say I am quite outspoken yes, but I have been thinking hard about the invidious discrimination which permeates our world. It makes me sad. It makes me mad. It makes me wonder how much human people really can empathize and sympathize with each other when a politician like you promises change on one hand, but the 'more of the same thing' on the other.
I would really implore you to reconsider why your government is so adamant that civil unions and partnerships are the only way to move forward. I really would like to see something soon. It would inspire so much hope in so many lives, and touch those who until not long ago society shunned as mental, and worthy of lynching and death purely because they were born in a fashion which led to them becoming homosexual.
Thank you for listening. You are welcome to respond to me at any moment in time. I can be contacted on 0415 xxxxxx. I am also on twitter, http://twitter.com/morganjterrill(i follow you there), and of course my address details have been attached.
Good luck in the election.
Yours faithfully,
Morgan Terrill
I support you, almost. Your speech carried me today, almost. You say you want to move australia forward... but it's 'almost' at best. Why? Because people in same-sex relationships in this country ...have similar rights to their heterosexual counterparts... almost. I am articulating this point as myself: a twenty two year old male who is a free thinking conservative that cares about personal human rights struggles. Please listen because this is not just a same-sex seeking struggle, I believe it is a fundamental human rights issue that needs to be resolved sooner rather than later.
I must impart in the most passionate way I can over text, that I feel each and every single day we discriminate there is irrevocable damage being done. Damage that is direct.
1) Damage to children who have same-sex parents, they grow up in a household that is fundamentally disabled from accessing basic human rights protections as their friends, and neighbors.
2) Damage to teenagers and younger adults who are gay or lesbian and are struggling to deal with the sheer fact that who they are puts them at odds with societies most fundamental ideals and expectations for normalcy, responsibility and family. I have had two friends commit suicide for this very reason and hence my incredibly staunch opinions on this highly sensitive topic.
3) Damage to the safety of any citizen who is perceived as a homosexual by a bigoted other. Hate crimes due to sexuality are common and only fueled by the very basic illegality of the relationships. Banning same-sex marriage on a legal level while the church brands gay people as intrinsically evil and the most dangerous and insidious threat to society does nothing to make more heterosexual couples live stably and have more children. It only serves to harm and disable an entire section of society for the vague end goal of "preserving tradition," much like when Mildred Loving fought against reasons for banning inter-racial marriage in Loving V Virginia 1967 (united states supreme court ruling banning inter-racial marriage bans countrywide).
As of 17th July 2010, Argentina became the tenth country in the world since 2001 to legalize same-sex marriage. So far, that means one country has been allowing for their GLBT citizens the same liberties and freedoms each eleven months. Five years ago, only two countries had allowed same-sex marriage which only points to one thing: an avalanche of countries affirming liberty across the entire sexual orientation paradigm, which leads me to my next point. The negative consequences of banning full marriage rights to all people.
1) Australia will be seen as a country going backwards, living in the past, and stuck in a rut of permanence to elderly ideals (which used to force gender and race into submission until world perceptions against persecution for these were smashed to pieces) in recent history.
2) Your entire speech about moving 'forward' as a nation 'together' will become yet another mouthpiece with no intended real meaning for so many people who are GLBT, who know people who are GLBT or who like me, know people who are GLBT and have strong opinions about currently global human rights endeavors.
3) The economy will suffer. Analysts have long predicted that once allowing same-sex marriage, some tens of thousands of gay and lesbian people will boost the economy through weddings, parties, cakes, clothes, you name it. There are some gay couples who have been together up to seventy years, hoping that one day they would be exacted the privilege of being allowed to spend their money and love on each other in a way that affirms the dignity, permanence, honor, community and responsibility of their commitment to eachother as two human people.
Finally, i'd just like to retrospectively argue some of the reasons you may or may not be opposed to same sex marriage.
Q the tradition family unit is precious and should not be altered drastically, yet (or ever)
A denying two people who inherently and passionately love the same sex will not inspire two people who are inherently and passionately in love with the opposite sex, to live more stable and happy lives.
Q civil unions and domestic partnerships are the right way forward for everybody
A having separate schools and water fountains for black and white people were seen as a 'right way forward' in the fifties when lawyers argued that separate-but-equal clauses were okay. If a gay man enters a marriage registry with some random female off the street and also his male partner of twenty five years, he is only allowed the option of marrying one of those two people based on gender. This is not only sexual orientation abuse but also sex discrimination in its purest form. In 1967 lawyers against the loving v virginia case argued that because black people could marry black people and white people could marry white people that there was simply no real harm done because looking at it plainly neither group were disadvantaged by virtue of their color. It was by virtue of the color of the other person and it's that stance which was defeated with a resounding roar by the supreme court, over fifty years ago now. If i were to want to marry another man, but only had the choice to pick any woman of my liking, that would infringe on a persons right to select the sex they were born to love.
Q churches and religions will be weakened
A there are deliberate and specific ways of being able to legislate for same sex rights while also protecting the church from being forced to change their views and beliefs, practices and traditions within their own walls. Australia is not a one-religion-fits-all country and the reasonable man/woman would agree legislation should not be only based on the transitory moral disapproval of one particular faithful set of the entire population. To do so would be to enforce morals on people who have opted out of living within those confines, and is also a breach on the fundamental human right of religion (as in, being able to choose not to live under it too).
Q it could confuse or upset children
A many children are being and have been raised in homosexual relationships. It's been happening and cannot be ignored. Unless a worldwide mandate to remove all kids from same-sex households passes, then we are actually confusing and upsetting those very children who deserve the basic liberty of being able to know and understand that their parents are in the same relationships as their neighbors and friends. But if that was not enough: it is also imperative those kids parents have the same legal protections for when if worst comes to worst, or emergencies form. To limit marriage rights to the "special" children who have heterosexuals as parents is to unreasonably harm those children who lives in households that the government has decided to keep "less than" only because there is a word called tradition and, tradition is seen as "good".
Of course there are so many more arguments for or against but I will for now end this letter and say I am quite outspoken yes, but I have been thinking hard about the invidious discrimination which permeates our world. It makes me sad. It makes me mad. It makes me wonder how much human people really can empathize and sympathize with each other when a politician like you promises change on one hand, but the 'more of the same thing' on the other.
I would really implore you to reconsider why your government is so adamant that civil unions and partnerships are the only way to move forward. I really would like to see something soon. It would inspire so much hope in so many lives, and touch those who until not long ago society shunned as mental, and worthy of lynching and death purely because they were born in a fashion which led to them becoming homosexual.
Thank you for listening. You are welcome to respond to me at any moment in time. I can be contacted on 0415 xxxxxx. I am also on twitter, http://twitter.com/morganjterrill(i follow you there), and of course my address details have been attached.
Good luck in the election.
Yours faithfully,
Morgan Terrill
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