As soon I as stepped foot outside of the airport in San Francisco I knew that I wanted to move to California one day. I had an amazing experience and I got to see so much. (thanks to my awesome family) I got to take some extraordinary pictures, which makes me happy. My Dad came along so the trip was even better, he always makes me feel comfortable and not home sick. I don’t even get “home” sick, I get more like “dad” sick. :) Neither of us wanted to leave, but we knew we had to get back to reality. But today did help me cope with having to be stuck in this city. We got to celebrate little Kaylee turn 1, and we all went to lunch together with 4 babies! From 4 days old to 17 months old. Next on my traveling agenda is Canada or a cruise.
After wanting to try my hand at making a rolling rack for my room, I finally did it! I use it when I’m doing laundry, planning my outfits for the week or working on sewing projects. It’d also work great as a coat rack in an entryway. You could even place a basket on it to put shoes in. Below is my…
These hammers and strings Been following me around From a box filled garage To the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American towns And my friend calls me up She says, “how have you been?” I say, “dear I’ve been well, Yeah the money’s coming But I miss you like hell. I still hear you in this Old piano, oh yeah.” She says, “Andy, I know That we don’t talk as much But I still hear your ghost In these old punk rock clubs Come on, write me a song Give me something to trust Just promise you won’t let it be Just the keys that you touch.”
Give me something to believe in, A breath from the breathing So write it down, I don’t think that I’ll close my eyes 'Cause lately I'm not dreaming So what’s the point in sleeping? It’s just that at night, I’ve got nowhere to hide So I write you a lullaby A lullaby
These hammers and strings Been following me around Behind passenger vans Through the snow, dirt, and sands Of 1000 American towns And my friend calls me up With her heart heavy still She says, "Andy, the doctors Prescribed me the pills. But I know I’m not crazy. I just lost my will. So why am I, why am I Taking them still?”
I need something to believe in A breath from the breathing So write it down, I don’t think that I’ll close my eyes 'Cause lately I'm not dreaming So what’s the point in sleeping? It’s just that at night, I’ve got nowhere to hide
To the sleepless, this is my reply: I will write you a lullaby, A lullaby.
Give me something to believe in, So write it down, I don’t think that I’ll close my eyes 'Cause lately I'm not dreaming So what’s the point in sleeping? It’s just that at night, I’ve got nowhere to hide
To the sleepless, this is my reply: I’ll write you a lullaby A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby
This article is based on Peggy McIntosh’s article on white privilege and was written by a number of straight-identified students at Earlham College who got together to look at some examples of straight privilege. These dynamics are but a few examples of the privilege which straight people have. Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and queer-identified folk have a range of different experiences, but cannot count on most of these conditions in their lives.
On a daily basis as a straight person…
I can be pretty sure that my roomate, hallmates and classmates will be comfortable with my sexual orientation.
If I pick up a magazine, watch TV, or play music, I can be certain my sexual orientation will be represented.
When I talk about my heterosexuality (such as in a joke or talking about my relationships), I will not be accused of pushing my sexual orientation onto others.
I do not have to fear that if my family or friends find out about my sexual orientation there will be economic, emotional, physical or psychological consequences.
I did not grow up with games that attack my sexual orientation (IE fag tag or smear the queer).
I am not accused of being abused, warped or psychologically confused because of my sexual orientation.
I can go home from most meetings, classes, and conversations without feeling excluded, fearful, attacked, isolated, outnumbered, unheard, held at a distance, stereotyped or feared because of my sexual orientation.
I am never asked to speak for everyone who is heterosexual.
I can be sure that my classes will require curricular materials that testify to the existence of people with my sexual orientation.
People don’t ask why I made my choice of sexual orientation.
People don’t ask why I made my choice to be public about my sexual orientation.
I do not have to fear revealing my sexual orientation to friends or family. It’s assumed.
My sexual orientation was never associated with a closet.
People of my gender do not try to convince me to change my sexual orientation.
I don’t have to defend my heterosexuality.
I can easily find a religious community that will not exclude me for being heterosexual.
I can count on finding a therapist or doctor willing and able to talk about my sexuality.
I am guaranteed to find sex education literature for couples with my sexual orientation.
Because of my sexual orientation, I do not need to worry that people will harass me.
I have no need to qualify my straight identity.
My masculinity/femininity is not challenged because of my sexual orientation.
I am not identified by my sexual orientation.
I can be sure that if I need legal or medical help my sexual orientation will not work against me.
If my day, week, or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether it has sexual orientation overtones.
Whether I rent or I go to a theater, Blockbuster, an EFS or TOFS movie, I can be sure I will not have trouble finding my sexual orientation represented.
I am guaranteed to find people of my sexual orientation represented in the Earlham curriculum, faculty, and administration.
I can walk in public with my significant other and not have people double-take or stare.
I can choose to not think politically about my sexual orientation.
I do not have to worry about telling my roommate about my sexuality. It is assumed I am a heterosexual.
I can remain oblivious of the language and culture of LGBTQ folk without feeling in my culture any penalty for such oblivion.
I can go for months without being called straight.
I’m not grouped because of my sexual orientation.
My individual behavior does not reflect on people who identity as heterosexual.
In everyday conversation, the language my friends and I use generally assumes my sexual orientation. For example, sex inappropriately referring to only heterosexual sex or family meaning heterosexual relationships with kids.
People do not assume I am experienced in sex (or that I even have it!) merely because of my sexual orientation.
I can kiss a person of the opposite gender on the heart or in the cafeteria without being watched and stared at.
Nobody calls me straight with maliciousness.
People can use terms that describe my sexual orientation and mean positive things (IE “straight as an arrow”, “standing up straight” or “straightened out”) instead of demeaning terms (IE “ewww, that’s gay” or being “queer”).
I am not asked to think about why I am straight.
I can be open about my sexual orientation without worrying about my job.
So let me get this straight - Larry King is getting his 8th divorce, Elizabeth Taylor is possibly getting married for a 9th time, Britney Spears had a 55 hour marriage. Jesse James and Tiger Woods are screwing EVERYTHING, yet the idea of same-sex marriage is going to destroy the institution of marriage?? Really? REALLY?? Reblog if you agree.
I wonder how many other people feel the same way I do sometimes. There are so many people in the world, I know I could connect with someone, thats kind of awesome. I feel like I want to be content with what I’m doing and where life is going. But I feel like life could pass me by? I’m only 22, I just turned 22 actually. There are so many things I want to do, not just in life, but soon while I’m young. I don’t want to grow older and feel like I missed out on being young. I love my life no doubt, but I am not satisfied with it. There’s always something missing. I love my home, I love my father, I love my friends and family. But I feel to big for the small city. There is so much I feel like I could be doing and so much I feel like Im missing out on. But, then I think, if I were gone, I’d be missing out on so much here. The choice has already been made, but sometimes late at night I contemplate a lot.
I am reblogging this, but I had to edit for people to read this better.
greene v. county of sonoma et al.
clay and his partner of 20 years, harold, lived in california. clay and harold made diligent efforts to protect their legal rights, and had their legal paperwork in place—wills, powers of attorney, and medical directives, all naming each other. harold was 88 years old and in frail medical condition, but still living at home with clay, 77, who was in good health.
one evening, harold fell down the front steps of their home and was taken to the hospital. based on their medical directives alone, clay should have been consulted in harold’s care from the first moment. tragically, county and health care workers instead refused to allow clay to see Harold in the hospital. the county then ultimately went one step further by isolating the couple from each other, placing the men in separate nursing homes.
ignoring clay’s significant role in harold’s life, the county continued to treat harold like he had no family and went to court seeking the power to make financial decisions on his behalf.o utrageously, the county represented to the judge that clay was merely harold’s “roommate.” the court denied their efforts, but did grant the county limited access to one of harold’s bank accounts to pay for his care.
what happened next is even more chilling: without authority, without determining the value of clay and harold’s possessions accumulated over the course of their 20 years together or making any effort to determine which items belonged to whom, the county took everything harold and clay owned and auctioned off all of their belongings. adding further insult to grave injury, the county removed clay from his home and confined him to a nursing home against his will. the county workers then terminatedc lay and harold’s lease and surrendered the home they had shared for many years to the landlord.
three months after he was hospitalized, harold died in the nursing home. because of the county’s actions, clay missed the final months he should have had with his partner of 20 years. compounding this tragedy, clay has literally nothing left of the home he had shared with harold or the life he was living up until the day that harold fell, because he has been unable to recover any of his property. the only memento clay has is a photo album that harold painstakingly put together for clay during the last three months of his life.
with the help of a dedicated and persistent court-appointed attorney, anne dennis of santa rosa, clay was finally released from the nursing home. ms. dennis, along with stephen o’neill and margaret flynn of tarkington, o’neill, barrack & chong, now represent clay in a lawsuit against the county, the auction company, and the nursing home, with technical assistance from nclr. a trial date has been set for july 16, 2010 in the superior court for the county of sonoma.
Sad thing is I actually have a playlist devoted to only songs that make me upset, just because thats how messed up my head it.
But I do have one that just means so much to me. I had this on my iTunes for a while, but after my mother died I heard it and it just clicked. It always reminds me of her and how great she was and our relationship and how great that was.
my dad told me I bleed compassion, just like my mom. Being compared to my mom is pretty great, because she was an amazing woman. But my father sweats compassion, he’s an amazing man. My day was great, my heart feels good.