Hi, I know I’ve been hiding and I’m terribly sorry. It’s hard to be witty when you feel like death. Plus I’ve been heavily drowned in season 1 of Buffy, so I was too consumed to interact. Anyway, important question here…Why must people spell cousin,”cuzzin”? I don’t know it really bothers me, you guys…
If you’ve ever wondered why I ran away from the place I come from this is why.
Also, in case you’re interested, this was my response:
Aunt Brenda,
I’ve just spent a good ten minutes sobbing heavily over this. Homosexuality isn’t a choice someone makes. You’re born and you love, that is all. There are so many things I can say here, but I am refraining for fear that your lack of understanding and compassion for such a significant part of our population will be felt towards me as well, and I don’t think I can handle having another family member choosing to judge me for the things that I believe so passionately in. I love everyone. I don’t see boundaries like race, religion, or sexual preference. We are all people. We all bleed the same way. I chose not to believe in any gods or religions, but don’t fret - I love those who do with the same fierceness that I love my gay best friend, my gay cousins, and my gay aunt with. I hope that one day you will love as your Christ did.
- Tara
Very well put Tara. It is very unfortunate that we still have to have this conversation with our family and friends, isn’t it?
Send halp! Haz bad mommie!
Does your cat have two different color eyes? How pretty!
Tonight.
I still have to hots for the one in the middle. Not enough to remember his name, clearly. I mean, he’s no Keith Cate.
You know...
When I was a wee Kbels I used to have crushes on the CUTEST boys who never would even give me a second look. Or they looked at me but they called me flashlight head…. anyway so now I’m stalking checking out Facebook, and like, some of these dudes that I used to DROOL over (and write I heart whoever on the sides of the number 9 bus) are like, really large and unattractive now. And you know they all dated the pretty popular girls growing up who are now the heroin addicted mothers of their children, and I’m like what kind of TRAINWRECK have you gotten yourself into. If you had only taken a chance on flashlight head, you would still have your good looks, hair line, and dignity.
YOU HANG IN THERE GIRLFRIEND. I’M ON MY WAY WITH CHEESECAKE.
