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The magnitude of how happy and calm I feel right now is immeasurable. And I haven't even finished with the reason. I am so full of... energy, right now, that I don't think I could sleep if I wanted to. The thing is, I don't want to. My eyes say I do, somewhat, but the rest of me, especially... well, my soul, says that I don't, not right now. I would greatly recommend Conversations With God by Neale Donald Walsch to anybody and everybody, of whichever religion you practice, if any. I recommend it, also, to those who do not have a religion, who do not believe in any one religion, or who do not believe anything. I highly recommend this book to all and sundry. It is not right, but neither is it wrong. What it is, is truth, and truth can sometimes be hard to accept, thus the label of "right" or "wrong". It is all up to you, though, whether you choose to accept it for what it is, or to discard it. All I ask is that you not discard it simply because it has "God" in the title, if you are one who is not religiously inclined. I am merely passing on the message I have received. Current Mood: calm Current Music: Can You Feel the Love Tonight - Elton John
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copied from drbillbongo*** 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 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 woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened: read more) 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. Current Mood: crushed
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