Burn your bra!

[azurite]

Ah, today wasn't so bad. Slow, but not bad. No attacking carrot juice machines, and the stupidity/immaturity of boys was at a surprising low. And my lemonade-peach mix actually tasted good. Free bagel, too. I love those girls at Western Bagel. Seriously, I've gotten addicted. And that's saying something, since my true love will always be for East Coast bagels. :P I wanna go back out East...

The only thing was that I kept having asthma attacks. This isn't unusual; I have them about once a month or so... but it's just been happening more often at Jamba. And today, it really, really hurt. I finally figured out why when I went to the back room to get my inhaler. It was my bra. I hate bras. I never like wearing them. Joanne, Dan's girlfriend, criticized me at Adam's bar mitzvah for wearing a tanktop with no bra (even though it's a halter-tank, and any strappy bra would have shown and looked HIDEOUS). I only have the one strapless bra, and that's the one that caused me so much grief today. It was only on its second (to the lowest) setting. I just wore it because I had the "wife-beater" sleeveless I bought from Forever 21 on, and I thought it's safer to wear something white under white, rather than risking any "pink spots" showing through (even though I'd be wearing my purple Jamba shirt for the whole shift). When I took it off, I felt like I was being set free. No more strangulation! So forget it, I am so not wearing bras anymore unless they are as comfortable as SIN!

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

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.

And now, presenting... SEVENTH-STAR.NET! Okay, so there's nothing there now, but whee, yay, and whoopee! It's my domain, my personal domain-- well, mine and rhapsody_dragon's! She helped me out bunches during this "phase" of mine, and has always been a constant place of support for me, so I'm totally hosting her. Anyone else interested, give me a buzz and we can discuss (guardian_kysra, I'm looking at you). Who else has a website, anyway?

Wow, I'm actually kind of tired. But tomorrow I've got to pick up a new skirt at F21 (it better still be there!) and hang out with Jill and the cousins! ^_^ WDKY18 is, like its predecessor, being a bit stubborn, but that's 'cause there's no real juicy content (sorry). And I rearranged CO7's chapters again, and made up some more chapter titles. Looks like CO7 will be a full 36 chapters, as there's only about 3 chapters now that I haven't filled out with something. And then when I actually write that much, it might spill over.

I kind of waver between writing moods and Photoshopping moods. I think I may Photoshop one last icon for my Seto x Anzu and then finally make a post... I made a banner using Kysra's colored-in artwork (a WDKY sketch!) and it looks GOOOOOOD! :)

Comments

[kitesareevil.livejournal.com]

I like that homophobia thing.

I had an incident where I called one woman while I was at work and another woman answered and told me that she was her spouse. Arizona doesn't have any laws making that legal, but, I did what I felt was right and I divulged the info and talked to her and set up payment arrangements to bring the account current. I only let it phase me for about 2 seconds before going "Oh, of course, I'm sorry Ms. Smith."

I've had it happen a few times and while, due to my upbringing, it does still shock me, I have to slap myself and say "Who cares?" and just do what I would do for any person cause gee, that's what homosexuals are. >_<

Still feels weird to get hit on by a girl though...*giggles*

bra bonfire

[cutieme4u.livejournal.com]

tehehe! that's such a great idea. i've always hated them and i agree with not wearing them. such a waste of money, in my opinion.