I'm a lucky one.

(Swiped from trexphile and shiningmoon.)

Despite my mother's discomfort with my sexuality, despite my own inadequacy issues that stem from societal and parental expectations, I know that I'm one of the lucky ones. Every person in my country has the right to marry a person of either their own or the opposite gender. We have all these rights that so many others don't. Canadian society is changing for the better, and it's being reflected in our laws. So yes. I am a lucky one. I'm lucky enough that I was not kicked out. I'm lucky enough that I've never really been the target of homophobia. I'm lucky enough that the only thing stopping me from marrying a woman is the fact that, at the moment, I've got no woman to seriously propose to.

Homophobia sucks. If you agree, post this in your LJ.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person whose genitals were deemed ambiguous when I was born. The gender assigned to me has never felt right, but I wonder if the parts of me they cut away would have.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transgendered.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

ooooooooh.

Have many nifty correlations.

Have a distinct lack of sleep.

Bed now, writing up of results/recreating tables in Word in early PM.

Pray work shift is cancelled, please.

Avete un buon giorno, tutti.

Update.

Called in to work. Left a message saying "can't make it, terribly sorry, big research project due, I'll work extra next Tuesday." (Which is going to SUCK. I'm going to work Friday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. BLECH.)

Had a minor freakout thanks to my mother.

JB made me feel better.

Done most (all?) of my correlational analyses. Am working on overview of results, to be followed by discussion of findings, conclusion and then abstract summary.

Would be nice to have this done by 10pm or so tonight.

I hate this class.

Also, am starving.

That is all. For now.