Dec 07 2009
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I nearly gagged! New Harry Potter teaser! Gave me the chills:)
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Nov 09 2009
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An unlikely star emerges in Maine for same-sex marriage | The Stump - - OregonLive.com
I’ve always thought this, and I just hope we can get all our allies to mobilize!
Nov 08 2009
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Now this is comical!
Nov 05 2009
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Same Sex Penguin Couple
Harry and Pepper are a pair of adorable male Magellan penguins at the San Francisco Zoo. The couple’s relationship began in 2003, and they were together for the last 6 years. The two black-and-white birds paired off when outgoing Harry befriended Pepper, an introvert who sticks mostly to his burrow. At the time, the two were adolescents and everyone assumed they were just friends. But soon they were nesting together. Harry would gather grass and bring it home to Pepper, who would arrange it tidily in their burrow. Single females would come around, but both birds never seemed interested.
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They even adopted an egg together in 2008, as the pair was allowed to incubate and hatch an egg another penguin had laid. “Of all of the parents that year, they were the best,” Brown said. “They took very good care of their chick. He ended up being the largest chick on the island.” Sadly the happy couple broke up in 2009.CUTENESS OVERLOAD
homosexuality is unnatural eh?
Waaaahhh too cute!!!
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“ I’m not gonna tell you how to vote, but I’m just gonna say: if you vote against same-sex marriage, and you vote against domestic partner benefits, you don’t like gay people. That’s the simple fact. … Cause there are a lot of people who like to make this argument: “oh no, I’m fine with gay marriage, I just think that structurally, if we were to approve it, it would create a lot of—ya know, uh—do we have enough justices of the peace to handle all that?! Uh and uh what? Kind of—oh! I’ll just marry a dude so then we can have insurance?” This isn’t I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. That’s not gonna happen. So for the people that oppose these things, that’s fine, you’re entitled to your opinion, but let’s just not confuse ourselves about what’s going on. … If you’re voting against more rights for people who happen to be gay, you don’t agree with the gay lifestyle. That’s how this thing breaks down. It’s not anything else. And then, if you, ya know, will say that is actually your motivation about it, I appreciate you at least being open about it, but then I would say: think about what side of history you’re going to be on. This is, I think, a civil rights issue, and I think in 20 years, there is not going to be anybody who is excitedly proclaiming that they were against domestic partnership benefits back in 2009. [It’d be] sort of like being Strom Thurmond or somebody who has to say, “well, yeah, I was for segregation, but that was a long time ago.” It’s gonna be something that you’re not talking about at parties, probably.
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Luke Burbank, on Maine’s Question 1 and Washington State’s Referendum 71, November 3, 2009 (via popquizkid)
Very well said. My only gripe with this is that I hate the term “lifestyle.” Homosexuality is not something chosen, as many people think, I didn’t chose it nor did any other gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgendered person I know. To me it’s as if someone is saying you chose to live a “black” or “Mexican” lifestyle it just sounds ignorant. I can be Mexican and live a life that people would not consider “mexican,” it should not be something that determines how you live your life. Whether it is inherent or the cause of something else, it shouldn’t matter because for the most part it’s something permanent that does not change… So people please don’t take a shit on me just because you fail to see outside your beliefs, and condemned those who you do not agree with…
-RawRmoan
Oct 30 2009
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Sin
The next morning I awoke, a multitude of sins from the night before faint remnants in my mind. What had been forbidden, wasn’t. The wooziness had faded, a slight imbalance remaining. The pathway down the staircase to a chilled water source seeming interminably long, the putrid smell of hard alcohol again penetrating my nostrils. My throat and tongue cried out in desperate need of liquid refreshment, in fear of dehydration.
The realization hit me. The loss of innocence, the loss of naievty. The flashing red light on my phone reminded me of my previous misconduct. Dare I examine the message’s content? Dare I relive my sin? Dare I face my own mistakes?
Yes.
Life would go on. I was soon to commit many more sins, make many more mistakes. Each serving as a learning experience. And in the meantime… maybe as a little reckless entertainment.
Home girl is an awesome writer, and a fierce ally!:)
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I’m Fired.
Hi, I’m Casey Fischer, and you should never hire me to clean anything. I might try to hire you in return. (And I’ll be serious.)
Upon my aunts request that I clean the car soon to be mine, I agreed and headed outside.
Nope, never should have agreed.
Note: I have never worn yellow rubber gloves in my life. Wearing them today to complete the task at hand deeply saddened me. I am not cut out to clean a car. And quite coincidentally, I wasn’t much cut out to drive a car either.
I enjoy the thought of driving, you know? The thought of freedom… the thought of a life. Even my sunglasses and my blackberry look like they belong, sitting in the little console by the cup holders, my keychain dangling from the key in the ignition while I listen to some music of choice.
And while all the pieces fit, I can not seem to motivate myself enough to want to drive. The action terrifies me. What if I don’t stop fast enough? Then again, what if I stop too fast, and the person behind me can’t stop in time to avoid a collision? Is my freedom worth my life? NO. Stepping my foot on the pedal is positively petrifying. The noise the engine makes leads me to believe the vehicle is speeding up much more than it actually is. After reviewing the evidence, I realize that as a mentally and physically unstable driver, I qualify for a personal driver, which should be required by law for people like me.
To the public: I am not a “snob” that needs to be driven, I am an incompetent driver, who needs to be driven.
I thought perhaps if the car looked good, I would be more inclined to want to drive it.
False.
Cleaning it only made me more inclined to sit in the stationary vehicle, while parked in the driveway, with a Diet Coke in hand and music blaring. Hell, I don’t need a life, I’ll just pretend I have one.
[Places Blackberry to ear]
Casey: Hello? …Oh, yeah, honey. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, tops. Do you need anything while I’m on the way? Okay. No problem. Kiss Kiss. Love you.
[Cranks music, places hands on the wheel, her feet far from the pedals, for fear that the car will roll forward or backward, even though the ignition isn’t on]
You see? I could live that way, pretending I have dates and friends. Hell, I’ve lived that way for the past 17 years haven’t I? (insert laugh here. I was kidding. Kind of.)
Story of my life girl!!!
