I hate the way he smiles at me with twinkles in his eyes
I hate the way they talk about how encouraged they are
I hate the way they tell me how proud they are
because it’s false.
They are proud and encouraged for the mask of a child that I have put on. They have no smiles for me, their gay child. They have no love for the child who is doomed to hell, rebellious, and mean.
They have no love for me.
we can all learn from one another. some people within christianity might think that those in the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender community can’t teach christians anything. i want to assert that anyone can learn anything from anyone if they are willing to listen, if they are willing to be humble, if they are willing to see people as God sees them…
take for example…we can learn that:
God applauds diversity
God creates and sustains all of his creation
God doesn’t have a plumbline within which he accepts people, he accepts all people
God is fiercely committed to who he has made us, whoever we are
God is proud of us because we are his and shouldn’t be ashamed of being His
God’s grace doesn’t extend to those who say that they might see the world through a ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ narrative
This is just a few things we can add to the list of things we can gain to learn about God from the LGTBQ community.
We must be embrace all people as God and strip ourselves of condescending labels that separate us from the relationships that God has intended all of us to be in with one another. In fact, he does say when we are all one, we are most like the divine.
CONTEMPORARY QUEER POETS
Grow this list – Proliferate! Redistribute!
I initially started this list as one for contemporary queer poets, but it has grown to include the living and the dead, the post-poet, the fiction and non-fiction, the bent, the bendable, and more. Thanks to all who’ve contributed so far! Please feel free to add names in the comments as we are growing, blooming, and busting the borders!
In no particular order, except as added:
Akilah Oliver +++ Tisa Bryant
Nathaniel Siegal+++ Ching-In Chin
Julian Brolaski +++ Cynthia Sailers
Kathryn Pringle+++ E. Tracy Grinnell
Tim Peterson +++ Jill Magi
Brenda Iijima +++ Stacy Szymaszek
Erica Kaufman +++ Truck Darling
R. Erica Doyle +++ Wayne Koestenbaum
Ana Bozicevic +++ Trish Salah
Robert Glück +++ Rachel Zolf
Cedar Sigo +++ Scott Rex Hightower
Jen Benka +++ Carol Mirakove
Caroline Bergvall +++ Eileen Myles
Marilyn Hacker+++ John Ashbery
Mark Doty +++ Timothy Liu
D. A. Powell +++ Kay Ryan
Reginald Shepherd+++ Mark Bibbins
Mark Wunderlich +++ Magdalena Zurawski
Julie R. Enszer +++ Merry Gangemi
Nicki Hastie +++ Gwyn McVay
Michelle Tea +++ Ben McCoy
Alex Dimitrov +++ Michael Tod Edgerton
C. Dale Young +++ Betsy Wheeler
Megan Volpert +++ Deborah Poe
Gabrielle Calvocoressi+++ Joy Harjo
Gloria Anzaldua+++ Elena Georgiou
Elise Ficarra +++ Paul Foster Johnson
Robin Reagler +++ Rachel Levitsky
Richard Siken +++ Kazim Ali
Micah Ballard +++ Jeffery Beam
Gregg Biglieri +++ Nicole Brossard
Regie Cabico +++ David Cameron
Guillermo Castro +++ Abigail Child
Allison Cobb +++ Jen Coleman
Kyle Conner +++ Dennis Cooper
Jim Cory +++ Phil Crippen
Del Ray Cross +++ Rachel Daley
Almitra David +++ Tim Dlugos
kari edwards +++ Maria Fama
Michael Farrell +++ Alex Gildzen
Guillermo Gómez-Peña
Alexandra Grilikhes+++ Chris Gullo
Jeremy Halinen +++ Rob Halpern
Julia Hastain +++ Yuri Hospodar
Kevin Killian +++ Dodie Bellamy
Bill Kushner +++ Lori Lubeski
Filip Marinovich +++ Janet Mason
Sina Queyras +++ Camille Roy
Jocelyn Saidenberg +++ Trish Salah
Jack Spicer +++ Christina Strong
Roberto Tejada +++ Karl Tierney
Jay Thomas +++ David Trinidad
Tony Towle +++ R. Dionysius Whiteurs
Eli Shipley +++ Kary Wayson
Carl Phillips +++ Jeremy Halinen
Betsey Warland+++ Jen Currin
Christine Leclerc +++ Charles Jensen
Carol Guess +++ Elizabeth Colen
Chocoalte Waters +++ Mary Oliver
Judith Witherow +++ Judy Grahn
Jan Clausen +++ Dorothy Allison
Robin Morgan +++ Willyce Kim
Frank Kelly +++ Kevin Wisher
Meredith Pond +++ Janet Mason
Fran Winant +++ Audre Lorde
Paula Gunn Allen +++ Allen Ginsberg
Walt Whitman +++ W.H. Auden
Frank O’Hara +++ Cyrus Cassells
Elizabeth Bradfield+++ Rafael Campo
Robin Becker +++ Truong Tran
William Burroughs+++ Carol Ann Duffy
Pat Parker +++ Elsa Gidlow
H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) +++ Amy Lowell
Elizabeth Bishop +++ Olga Broumas
Sapphire +++ Cheryl Clarke
Jewelle Gomez +++ Joan Larkin
Fran Winant +++ Minnie Bruce Pratt
Adrienne Rich +++ May Sarton
Muriel Rukeyser +++ Cherrie Moraga
Lesléa Newman +++ Mark Doty
Mark Wunderlich +++ D.A. Powell
Randall Mann +++ Peter Covino
Rigoberto Gonzalez +++ David Groff
C. Dale Young +++ Walter Holland
Eric Gamalinda +++ Michael Montlack
Charles Jensen +++ Gregg Shapiro
Stephen McLeod +++ Spencer Reece
Ron Mohring +++ Michael Broder
Richard Tayson +++ Dean Kostos
Aaron Smith +++ Ron Drummond
Guillermo Filice +++ Jon Nalley
Steven Covdova +++ Steven Turtel
Jason Scheiderman +++ Stephen Motika
T. Cole Rachel +++ Christopher Davis
Greg Hewett +++ David Casto
Billie Merrill +++ Alex Dimitrov
Wren Tuatha +++ Marge Piercy
Lawrence Schimel+++ Robin Kemp
Tee Corinne +++ Tory Dent
Elizabeth Bishop +++ Gertrude Stein
Muriel Rukeyser +++ Kay Murphy
Hart Crane +++ Harold Norse
James Schuyler +++ Robert Duncan
John Wieners +++ William Bronk
Stephen Jonas +++ Joseph Legaspi
Richard Howard +++ Renee Vivien
Natalie Barney +++ Stephanie Byrd
Nathalie Stephens +++ Ellen Marie Bissert
Karen Brodine +++ Maureen Seaton
Jane Miller +++ Olga Broumas
Elizabeth Bradfield +++ Samiya Bashir
Gerry Gomez Pearlberg
Judith Barrington +++ Eloise Klein Healy
James Merrill +++ Brent Goodman
Ben Grossberg +++ Darius Antwan Stewart
Franklin Abbot +++ Thom Gunn
Liz Ahl +++ Jonathan Alexander
Cynthia Rausch Allar +++ Shane Allison
Mark Ameen +++ Ken Anderson
Maggie Anderson +++ Hanna Andrews
Duncan Armstrong +++ Rane Arroyo
Geer Austin +++ Kim Baker
John Barton +++ Ellen Bass
Dan Bellm +++ David Bergman
Erin Bertram +++ Tamiko Beyer
Jonathan Bracker +++ Michael Broder
Dustin Brookshire +++ Regie Cabico
Guillermo Castro +++ Terry Kirts
Erigh Leigh +++ Tony Leuzzi
Justin Chin +++ James Cihlar
Ava Cipri +++ Larry Wayne Johns
Rodney Jack +++ CA Conrad
Christina Hutchins +++ Steven Cordova
Alfred Corn +++ Eduardo Corral
Brian Teare +++ James Crews
Holly Day +++ Jeff Mann
Dean Kostos +++ Andrew Demcak
Gavin Dillard +++ Patrick Donnelly
Octavio Gonzalez +++ Rudy Kikel
Ron Drummond +++ Jim Elledge
Steve Fellner +++ Edward Field
Edward Denby +++ Ron Schreiber
Federico Lorca +++ Matthew Hittinger
David Groff +++ Ruth Schwartz
Maureen Seaton +++ Michael Klein
Amanda Laughtland+++ Jill Jones
Michael Farrell +++ Collin Kelley
Cleo Creech +++ Theresa Davis
Turner Cassity +++ Alan Sullivan
Timothy Murphy +++ Jessica Hand
Alice Teeter +++ Maudelle Driskell
Julie Fay +++ Ed Madden
Assoto Saint +++ Reinaldo Arenas
Honor Moore +++ Melanie Braverman
Thomas Avena +++ Sam D’Allesandro
Essex Hemphill +++ Paul Monette
Severo Sarduy +++ Ian Stephens
Zaedryn Meade +++ Stacie Cassarino
gabrielle jesiolowski +++ Nancy Kathleeen Pearson
Cheryl Boyce Taylor +++ Ruth L. Schwartz
Achy Obejas +++ Tamiko Beyer
Sunshine Dempsey +++ Cheryl Burke
Laurie J. Hoskin +++ Kristin Naca
Samiya Baskin +++ Staceyann Chin
Niki Herd +++ Julie Porter
Juliet Patterson +++ Jeff Walt
Elaine Sexton +++ Ken Pobo
Richard Tayson +++ Michael Lassell
Greg Hewett +++ Adrian Oktenberg
Stacey Waite +++ Steven Riel
RJ Gibson +++ Jen Perrine
Boyer Rickel +++ William Reichard
Ann Tweedy +++ Ragan Fox
David Trinidad +++ Brad Telford
James Kirkup +++ Kevin McLellan
Ocean Vuong +++ Robert Walker
Henri Cole +++ Scott Wiggerman
Tiffany Wong +++ Peter Pereira
Reggie Harris +++ David Dooley
Frank Bidart +++ Kristy Nielsen
Greg Scott Brown +++ Brian Leary
Holly Painter +++ Vicente Viray
Mark Ameen +++ Beatrix Gates
William Dickey +++ Melvin Dixon
Essex Hemphill +++ James L White
James Schuyler +++ Paul Goodman
Joe Brainard +++ Pam Brown
David Malouf +++ Martin Harrison
joanne burns +++ Keri Glastonbury
Louise Wakeling +++ Martin Harrison
Bel Schenk +++ Angela Gardne
Stephen J Williams +++ Tim Denoon
Jill Jones +++ Maria Zajkowski
Chris Edwards +++ Louise Wakeling
Danny Gentile +++ Denis Gallagher
Kate Lilley +++ Paul Knobel
Andy Quan +++ Jenni Nixon
Miriel Lenore +++ Terry Jaensch
Margaret Bradstock +++ Javant Biarujia
Dîpti Saravanamuttu+++ Nandi Chinna
Wendy Jenkins +++ Peter Rose
Lee Cataldi +++ Carolyn Gerrish
Dorothy Porter+++ Scott-Patrick Mitchell
Susan Hawthorne +++ Tricia Dearborn
Kerry Leves +++ Ian MacNeill
Amanda Katz +++ Corrine Fitzpatrick
Danica Colic +++ Jack Lynch
Martha Oatis +++ James Allen Hall
Jan Heller Levi+++ Jenny Johnson
Jericho Brown +++ Kerry Carnahan
L.B. Thompson +++ Laura Jaramillo
Maya Funaro +++ Miller Oberman
Misty Harper +++ Richard Sime
Suzanne Gardinier+++ Valentine Freeman
Gregg Bordowitz +++ Sarah Dowling
Ari Banias +++ Sophie Robinson
Angie Estes +++ Kathy Fagan
Tommy Peeps +++ Nat Raha
Francesca Lisette +++ Tricia Bayman
Linda Bierds +++ Larissa Lai
Vanessa Huang +++ Soham Patel
Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Dulani +++ Rona Luo
Naomi A. Jackson +++ Celeste Chan
Zuleika Mahmood +++ Maiana Minahal
Sharon Bridgforth +++ Joel B. Tan
Griselda Suarez +++ Rigoberto Gonzalez
J.P. Pluecker +++ Kristin Naca
Duriel E. Harris +++ Nickole Brown
Qwo-Li Driskill +++ Deborah Miranda
Aimee Suzara +++ Amy King
“If only the world could have as much gender-fuckery as Shakespeare.”
Hello Femme, where’ve you been?
I can’t accurately describe my feminity, my femme-ness or why if I call myself a ‘fem’ in France they look at me like they already knew that. (Bad joke)
So, here is my attempt to explain what this femme-ness in me is…
Femme is the way, that no matter the gender disposition of the day, I will still follow through with my beauty routine.
Femme is the fact that my dressing table is piled high with make-up and jewellery, majority of which is no longer used.
Femme is the clothing and shoes that never seem to completely fit in my closet.
Femme is the scented oils in the bathroom and the way all the towels are hung neatly.
Femme is the cream on my legs and the waxing that hurts more than it’s rightfully worth.
Femme is the ability to switch and change the public’s perception but still be me underneath.
Femme is my choice.
But, it’s also…
Femme is the time I was sexually assaulted for being queer because they thought I needed to be ‘cured’.
Femme are the days when I get so confused about who I feel I am inside that I tend to take all the pain out on myself.
Femme is when people stare at me and asked if I’m sure that I’m queer, because I sure as hell don’t look it to them.
Femme is when I get classed as ‘bisexual’ because a femme can’t legitimately be queer.
Femme is where I overcome oppression from the inside-out.
So, that’s my femme.
But I think femme also entails a lot of different things as well, it’s like when an attractive women (I use the term loosely in some aspects) walks past and makes you blush, it’s when men and butches alike open the door for you, it’s when you can paint your nails, wear your make-up and strut your stuff in those heels that are too high for comfort. Femme is an expression of the inner goddess that majority of the world had forgotten.
You want femme? You got femme.
- Cal.
From http://www.reuters.com:
Same-sex transmission accounts for about one-third of new HIV infections in China, the minister of health said this month.
“Some readers think that it’s a waste of taxpayer money, or an indirect endorsement of homosexual behavior,” the Beijing News said in an opinion piece on Monday, citing letters to the editor after it ran an article on the bar over the weekend.
“They think if there were another way to reach out to the gay community, it wouldn’t be necessary to open a bar.”
Founder Zhang Jianbo hopes that the bar will be a public gathering place for gay men, especially from rural villages, who used to gather in a patch of woods near the historic town.
The bar offers sex education and free condoms, in addition to companionship, Zhang said in an interview with the newspaper.
Though funded by the government, the bar is staffed by volunteers from a local non-government organization that works to prevent AIDS.
“Each year, the Dali city government spends 20,000 yuan ($2,929) on treatment drugs for AIDS. So if our bar succeeds in reducing transmission, our 120,000 yuan will be well-spend,” Jiang Anmin, deputy director of health in Dali, told the paper.
China’s gay community for decades lived in fear of discrimination and prejudice, with the earliest gay bars often the targets of police raids and closures while homosexuals often married women to avoid family and social pressures.
China now has about 100,000 known AIDS cases, but some health experts worry that HIV could spread easily among migrant workers and other hard-to-reach sectors. The government has switched to a strategy of outreach to the gay community, as part of efforts over the past few years to fight the spread of HIV.
“In the past the government relied on NGOs to reach out to the gay community,” Bing Lan, director of outreach organization Aibai, told Reuters.
“Now there’s a change, in that some local health bureaus feel they are able to reach out to the community themselves.”
But one unintended consequence of outreach efforts in parks, bars and bathhouses frequented by gay men, Bing said, is that some gay men now avoid those haunts for fear of being found out.
“Today I saw a blog, saying that when the bar in Dali has its official opening on World Aids Day, no-one will dare to go because there will be too many reporters there,” he said.
This is what I heard in the kitchen at work recently when I asked a fella near the utensils to toss me a plastic knife… which I subsequently bobbled. I chuckled and said “my wife is the athletic one, I’m the musical one.”
But seriously, that speaks to a couple things… one of them being that all lesbians play softball–which is a terribly old stereotype. Another odd thing happened, I probably would have been a little more annoyed by this young man… except that he then sat down and started telling me the story of his life as a young gay man. I had just popped into the kitchen for a quick beverage refill, but took a few moments to sit and listen.
I guess we never know how our life interacts with or affects another life. In a moment of not hiding who I am (I don’t wear a t-shirt that says “I’m a big ‘ol dyke”– I simply reply authentically and clarify when someone assumes my spouse is a man), a young man found a moment that he could speak freely within.
This is my first narration of a series of sexual escapades that I have had over the years. Every word is true, but for the names and the places and the time. That would be giving too much away. So here goes my story, not the first one, certainly not the last, but one that I am thinking off and masturbating, slowly and luxuriously.
It was a place of worship 70 km from town. I had gone there with my wife and the neighbour’s kids. It was a Sunday and there was a long long queue that seemed to wind its way continuously, without any sign of ending. So I settled down to wait in the queue, my wife of a year in front, the children behind me, and me bringing up the rear.
This gave me the opportunity to quietly play with my wife’s gorgeous ass, and sometimes sneak a hand between her legs and right up to her cunt. She enjoys such things, so there was no problem, save for her worry that someone would notice. But I was careful. And then it started. Suddenly I felt something pushing against my back.
Two soft succulent balls pressing against me. I turned around and saw a squat woman, not very pretty, not very fair but buxom and solidly built. At a guess, she was about 35 years of age. She seemed to have come alone. When I turned back, she did not meet my eye and was looking away. At first I was terrified that may be I had walked backwards and into her breasts.
But I need not have worried. After a few seconds, I felt the breasts again. And again and again. It was a glorious feeling, a flashback to the time when my girlfriends would be hotly draped around me and I would be riding the bike, I took courage in both hands and took a small, small step backwards. The breasts pushed more solidly against me. The woman did not move back.
For several minutes, as the queue wound its way forward slowly, this went on. I was slowly catching on, and my member was coming to life. In front of me, the children were playing and ahead of them my wife seemed to not notice that I was not paying any attention to her juicy ass.
Now, the children started becoming a little restless. I squatted in the queue to play with them. And suddenly, with god knows what courage, slightly rocked my head back. It hit her pubic area. I could clearly feel the curve of her stomach and the bone. To this, the woman stepped a little forward, and increased the pressure.
I shook my head as if playing with children, but it was really intended for the woman. She liked what she felt and she came another mini-step forward. And then, as I was playing with the chidren, I moved my shoulder and hit her right on the cunt. Held position and rubbed it a little. She came forward again. I heard a little “hummph”.
And she began every so slightly swaying her hips, the better to enjoy my shoulder. My cock was rock solid by now. The queue was still inching along and I put my hand under her saree and reached up… to heaven. She was wearing no panties, and she was leaking. Quietly I took my finger out and licked with with just enough “slurrp” for her to notice.
After this, there seemed to be no end. She would come forward, I would make some movement or the other to rub her cunt or her breasts, Then she turned to one side, and it was my chance to grab at her buttocks. Firm buttocks, well rounded. I gave it many many squeezes and put my hand between them.
Time flew. I have no idea how long we were in the queue. 15 minutes? 30 minutes? It passed in an instant. Suddenly the queue was ending and we were near the temple entrance. The woman disengaged. But I could not. My cock was now rock solid and I had to pull it up and nestle it against my pubic hairs so that the bulge wouldn’t show.
She saw me doing this, and put out her hand and caressed it twice and squeezed it. I don’t know how I didn’t come. And for the first time our eyes met. In an instant, we were in inside the temple and all thoughts of sex flew out of my mind. But my body would not listen. I made a quick plan.
I told my wife to take the kids and collect prasad, for which there was another long queue, while I would bring the car to the entrance so we could make a quick getaway. The poor thing agreed and went away. The mystery woman noticed it. And she knew what was in my mind. I needlessly gestured to the woman,
whose name I did not know but whose guts and lust I came to have high regard for, to follow me. We went to the hotel accommodation directly opposite and I booked a room. It is pretty common in such places for families to book a room for a brief while, freshen up and head for worship. If only the hotel clerk knew!
I climbed up to the first floor and opened the room, refusing the help of the hotel assistant. The woman was following on my heels. The moment we were inside, I locked the door and pure pure lust took over. Without exchanging a gesture, not uttering a word, not even asking her name, I began fondling her, squeezing her breasts that had so tormented me, grabbing her buttocks,
pressing her cunt from over the saree, kissing her deeply, all this at once. She was no less. Her one hand was over my fly, rubbing my little fellow, her other hand was on by bums, her body was pressed against mine and she was kissing me violently. She knew and I knew that we had very little time. In those fleeting moments, we touched every part of each other’s body.
Her thighs were strong and muscular, and she went after my strong back. If I turned her around and rubbed my prick on her buttocks, she held my ass with one hand and guided the other to her breasts. She twisted her neck around and kissed me, slurping up the saliva that was drooling from our mouths, And somehow magically it happened.
I twisted her towards the bed, opened by pants and brought my desperately deprived prick out. She sat up, and gave it a quick and heavenly blow job. She pulled the turgid skin back, sending shockwaves through my body. She took little licks of the tip of my penis, ringed the fat head with her lips. She swallowed it whole. And she left it sloppy wet.
I desperately wanted to lick her cunt, but there was no time. I lay her down and lifted her sari. Quickly, very very quickly, and ignoring all foreplay – I generally take a lot of time in gently and totally giving my woman a blow job – I brutally ravaged her swollen cunt. The clit was protruding out, the surest indication that this woman was a hot lay.
Then, with our eyes meeting each other and sending out silent signals, I slid up and pushed my prick into her cunt. She went “unnnnhh” and wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. So tight that I went in full length in one go, and my balls were crushed against her ass. She was holding me so tight that pumping into her was difficult. And then I realised her game.
The tighter she held me, I harder I pumped and the greater was the pleasure we shared. The feeling was so intense that she had her orgasm… I thing she had one when I was tonguing her. Her legs soon relaxed and I had a couple of minutes to time my strokes and give it to her at my pace. And all at once, I was fucking her, my hand was on her boobs and we were tongue-kissing.
I found time to lick her earlobes and bite her on the neck. A few more strokes, and she came again, this time making a low throaty sound that I cannot describe. It was something like “umgggghhrrrhhhmmm”. That really blew my top. Giving her no time to recover, I turned her around and began ramming her doggie-style, my favourite position.
This leaves my hand totally free to molest her books and gives her a chance to turn around and kiss without either of us feeling the strain. I thought I could keep it up for a few minutes, but the fucking, the danger of being caught, the thrill of the sudden and secret encounter were so much that I began cumming.
I spurted maybe four times, maybe five… and felt that my legs were giving way under me. We both collapsed in a heap. But we had no time. The moment my little fellow came back to normal, we went to the bathroom. There I cleaned up her cunt, allowing my sperm to flow over my hand and holding it up for her to lick.
She cleaned my prick so nicely that I began having a hard on. We looked at each other, but knew that this was the end, In less than five minutes, I checked out and we went our separate ways.. I nearly ran to the parking place and took my car out and drove up to the gate, just in time to see my wife and the kids reaching there.
We had a pleasant drive back, and my wife couldn’t understand why I was smiling through the children were howling in the back. I have often remembered this incident and masturbated. But of course I never told my wife about it. Though I would share it for all those generous people who published their experience, and gave me endless hours of masturbatory pleasure. (Humandigest, 20009)
The UA Board of Regents are meeting on the UAA campus this week to discuss budgetary matters with students. In addition, a group of students from Fairbanks plan to attend in support of amending the non-discrimination clause to include sexual orientation. And, so, of course, Jim Minnery of the Alaska Family Council has once again gone into hate-heat like it’s spring in Texas. The irony here is that the board of regents are not comparable to elected officials who tend to squirm when facing reelection in the wake of the Tea Party insurgency. The Board consists of appointments that tend to last as long as the board members wish them to, are not up for a vote, and only result in termination or resignation if the board decides so.
Thus, if hellfire, damnation, and demonic possession through fashion sense are the topics left in the board members’ inboxes, one might suspect that rather than the “quaking in the boots” effect intended, Minnery’s minions might just end up supremely pissing them off. We should all voice our support, but probably not by blunt force stupid to the head, as is usually the case with the Alaska Family Council. We should all let our support be known. Just… Respectuflly, calmly, and in the pursuit of equality.
Here’s the latest from Minnery’s super fun hate camp:
“We have learned that activists in the homosexual movement are attempting to convince the University of Alaska Board of Regents to change the university non-discrimination policy so as to give special recognition to homosexuals. If successful, individuals engaging in homosexual behavior will be afforded the same recognition as members of racial and ethnic minorities.”
Oh, the horror. And, really? We’re riding the “special” train again?
“This is just another attempt by homosexual extremists to demand public affirmation for their lifestyle. It is also the same tactic used this past summer in the Municipality of Anchorage to force AO-64 on the citizens of Anchorage. We prevented our freedoms from being infringed then by standing together. Let’s do it again.
The University of Alaska is a state institution that is supposed to serve all Alaskans”
Equally?
“Therefore, it should be subject to the same laws that apply to ALL state agencies with respect to discrimination. The university’s anti-discrimination policy should mirror the policy that the Legislature sets for ALL state entities. Nothing more, nothing less. If they wanted, the Alaska Legislature could prohibit discrimination based on ’sexual orientation.’ The legislature has wisely chosen not to do so, for good reason — because homosexuality has to do with behavioral choices, rather than a characteristic such as race that is in-born.”
Apparently sociology isn’t Minnery’s thing. Looking past the I’ve-been-locked-in-a-bomb-shelter-for-thirty-years use of the term “in-born”, the actual concept of “Race” is largely a social construct. You might be thinking of “ethnicity,” or you may just be dreaming about jogging again. And behavioral choice? Do you wake up in the morning and thinking about sleeping with men twenty times before making the choice not to? Sexual orientation and identity isn’t religion; it isn’t a choice.
“Many colleges and universities across the country have adopted policies on ’sexual orientation.’ These policies are advocated in the name of creating an open, tolerant, and ‘welcoming’ environment on campus. In reality, these policies are often used to muzzle free speech and discriminate against Christian student groups who may want to speak against homosexuality. Any speech or advocacy AGAINST homosexual behavior is deemed to be ‘hate speech’ and therefore it is branded as ‘discrimination’ against persons based on sexual orientation. It is a back-door attempt to crush freedom of speech.”
No. Unless you’re referring to cases where there is physical violence, threat of physical violence, or attempt to incite violence. That actually is hate speech and should be muzzled. Have you been to UAA Jim? The right-to-life club hands out fliers with a revolver aimed at a fetus. We’re not in any danger zone that threatens the suppression of free speech, nor is anyone impeding the free exercise of religion… Unless it’s hate speech. You’re the one asking people who are otherwise in no way affiliated with UAA to flood board member inboxes and voicemail, and if that doesn’t work, barge into a board meeting and scream bloody murder. Again.
“NOW is the time you can make a difference by contacting each member of the Board of Regents and ask them to not consider such a significant and harmful change to university policy. Remember, the University of Alaska is the property of the People of Alaska. The Regents are ultimately accountable to the very same… People of Alaska… YOU!
Make your voice heard. Make a difference. It only takes eleven phone calls and/or eleven e-mails. If you don’t have time for that…contact as many as you can. Please click HERE for contact information for the UA Board of Regents.
The Board of Regents will be meeting in Anchorage, November 30th through December 1st, at the campus of UAA, so there is no time to waste. If this issue is not considered then it will be considered at the next meeting in February but the Board of Regents needs to hear from you NOW.
Thanks again for your support. Your involvement in our culture makes this organization possible.”
And what culture is that, exactly?
The bottom of the mailer contains this link which takes you to a recruitment page for a faux-college video called “Indoctrinate U; Our Education, They’re Politics,” and finally ends in uniformity with this humble plea:
“Standing firm for your religious liberties is an effort we take seriously and is an undertaking that simply put – requires resources. If you are in a position to do so… please consider financially partnering with our ministry by making a secure on-line contribution today.
Standing for families… in His name !
Jim Minnery – President
Alaska Family Council”
*Sigh*
Finals week just got a whole lot dumber.
Today some ladies from church took me to see “My Mother’s Lesbian Jewish Wiccan Wedding.” What a fabulous show! Funny, touching, chock-full of Canadian LGBT history.
It’s about a teenage boy in Saskatchewan. His parents are divorced and his mother moves to Ottawa, where she meets and falls in love with another woman.
It’s a true story, and the teenage (now adult) boy, David Hein, wrote the show, and he also stars in the production.
If you ever get a chance to see this wonderful show, please do.
Perhaps Emily Gilmore was right, when she said on my beloved television show Gilmore Girls, “There’s nothing funny about being a lesbian.”
Yes, I attempted to read yet another YA GLBTQ romance, and once again my efforts failed miserably. Unfortunately, I think I have already exhausted this genre, having blasted through all of the Julie Anne Peters and David Levithan oeuvres already. I was hoping to try out a new author, in the hopes that I would find some variety and a refreshing perspective. So far, aside from Sara Ryan, most of the other GLBTQ romances I have read were by ‘one hit wonder’ authors who wrote boring books and were never to be heard from again. It looks like “Gravel Queen” is not much different.
In “Gravel Queen,” Aurin lives in sleepy Greensboro, North Carolina, and is spending her summer vacation at the park with her ‘kooky’ friends – attention whore Kenney, queeny Fred, and new additions football star Grant, and Neila – the object of Aurin’s affection. Neila happens upon them during a game of ultimate Frisbee in the park, and the budding romance between Aurin and Neila throws off the balance of their group. As Aurin and Neila spend more and more time together in dance class, parking lots, neighborhood parks, and each other’s living rooms, Kenney feels left out, and Fred laments even more over his crush on Grant. While the premise is a fairly realistic imagination of the drama between teenage groups of friends, the problem with it is that NOTHING HAPPENS. Aurin and Neila meet cute, exchange a whole lot of longing glances, kiss once or twice, and live happily ever after.
Similar to the endless descriptions of nature and flowers in “Seventeenth Summer,” “Gravel Queen” spends much of its time describing the butterflies, bubbles and other random items Aurin feels in her gut whenever she looks at Neila. I found myself saying, “Enough already, kids, just make out!” Yes, it’s adorable and refreshing that these kids are happy to be young and gay, but there was no conflict whatsoever in this novel, rendering it dreadfully boring. I understand what Benduhn was going for here – no coming out drama, no angst over questioning one’s sexuality, no kids beating each other up or being beaten by their parents because they’re gay. But when you’re fifteen, everything is dramatic, no matter how small the problem seems – at least her characters could act their age and put some umph into falling in love. And if they’re not going to be dramatic about it, they could at least have a sense of humor.
Despite all of my efforts to find a GLBTQ novel for teens that really speaks to the culture of contemporary teenagers, this one isn’t it, and it just fuels my misunderstanding of why GLBTQ authors are having such a hard time finding voices. How about a lesbian version of Jessica Darling? Or “The Brotherhood of the Traveling Pants” – set in Provincetown? There are so many opportunities for a sense of fun and humor, and yes, even sex, in the GLBTQ world, and I’m looking forward to finding some more writers who will truly take advantage of it.
Book Talk Hook: I would not bother book talking this book, because it’s so boring, I don’t think I could muster up enough enthusiasm about it.
(The Knife- Heartbeats)
I have always been really shy and tend to make the best of friends with outspoken girls. They seem to have the confidence and courage to do and say exactly what they want without thinking twice about who’s listening. They are usually very instinctual and don’t spend a lot of time planning, reflecting, or thinking about their actions. That’s what draws me to them.
In high school, one of my better friends was a girl named Kelly. She was a hot mess. Her dad was a cop and her mother was overbearing, which equated to her doing everything in her power to defy all of the rules they set for her. She’d leave her house in a turtleneck and pants, with a miniskirt and halter-top stowed in her purse.
She was a party girl. She loved attention from men, and with an ass like J.Lo, she got it. She was one of those girls with talon-like fake nails, glittery lip gloss, and a weakness for pink. Almost the complete opposite of myself. She was 100% confident. She had an amazing voice and would sing without provocation, she liked to turn on music when everyone was sitting around and try to start a dance party. I envied her girlishness. I felt stupid dancing alone to music with people watching, but she looked sexy.
So, we partied together often. I made her laugh and she fascinated me. Her overt sexuality usually put us in a lot of crazy situations, especially since we dated guys in pairs. And, it was because she verbalized whatever popped into her head that I had my first experience kissing a girl.
We were dating some faceless and nameless pair of guys who were driving us to a party one night, and I was sitting in the back of the car with Kelly. She was singing along to the radio when she suddenly stopped, leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear, “Have you ever thought about kissing a girl?”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Oh my God. Had I just done something really gay? Why was she asking me this? My mind started racing through every move I had made around her for the last day, week, then year. I’d suspected that I was at least partially gay for a long time- I had always been so infatuated with girls. Most of them were totally foreign to me: my mother had never been a fantastic role model of femininity. She liked to play Zelda and wasn’t the least bit sensual. I had never seen her wear a dress, make up, or jewelry. And, when I was little, my interpretation of “girly” was an erratic combination of puffy sleeves, ribbons and lace, paired with hiking boots and totally unkempt hair. I had no clear instincts in the matter, and thus found myself hypnotized by women who naturally demonstrated every little pink, glittery detail.
But there was no way in hell I would ever have just volunteered that information to anybody. I became hot and prickly all over, fearing it was some sort of set-up. I felt like if I said “Yes!” Kelly would scream “Haha! Lesbian!” and boot me out of the car. So, my voice box frozen, I just barely nodded my head.
She leaned back, looked at me, smiled, then moved in and kissed me. When she pulled away I had pink, sparkly, sticky lip gloss all over my lips and my head was spinning.
I melted.
After that, she found an excuse to announce to EVERY guy we partied with that she was bi-sexual, and I was her girlfriend.
For a while, I let it happen. I was so excited by the new world which had opened up to me that I didn’t particularly mind the boner-fied audience of guys who got to watch me make out with her. But, unlike Kelly, my aim wasn’t to turn on the boys; it was to be able to kiss her. I had the biggest crush ever on her. I would sometimes call her on the phone and have her sing me to sleep. She cooked breakfast the mornings after she stayed the night. I thought she was pretty much perfect.
But for her, making out with me was like foreplay with whatever guy she happened to be with. Because, after we’d kiss and play for a while, she’d get up and grab her man by the hand and lead him off to go fuck somewhere. And I’d be sitting there, not wanting to hook up with the leftover guy, making really awkward conversation.
Kelly wasn’t bi-sexual. She was attention-sexual. And, I got tired of it after a while.
I remember one time when we drunkenly made it back to my house after a wild night of partying ,we had just crawled into my bed, and I found the courage to ask her:
“You always say you are bi-sexual. Does that mean you, like, ever want to hook-up with girls when there aren’t boys watching?”
“Yeah, I think girls are soo hot..”
“Really?” My heart fluttered.
“Mmm hmmm…”
I took that as a cue to move in closer, and as I did, I heard her start snoring.
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In the attempt at quashing the discrimination evident in even the most modern of societies, it is an inevitable discussion – Same-sex marriage. As I am writing from Australia, I feel it is only applicable to write about this issue in the context of our Australian political spectrum. That being said, recently (November 2009) legislation was passed within the Australian Capital Territory allowing civil partnerships, with the inclusion of the choice of an additional ceremony. Across Australia civil unions are legally recognised within three states and territories. These changes offer a glimmer of hope to the GLBTI community. However this is technically not an institution that can be defined as marriage. The Rudd Government supports the notion that marriage is an institution that exclusively exists between a man and a woman. This ideology has won the support of numerous religious groups across the nation and indeed peace of mind in the confidence of the status quo.The entire notion of same-sex marriage has been opposed by the Australian Government since its creation, yet with the emergence of civil unions society has been lead to believe that these partnerships are the most apt solution to the unrest present in the community. Yet the question still remains – Why cannot two consenting, taxpaying adults marry, regardless of their gender? Political groups respond with the finesse in rhetoric, stating that there should not be a redefinition of marriage for the mere minority. But the issue has far more depth than the generalisation stated above. The entire notion of separate but equal, equal yet blatantly not, is one that makes no logical sense whatsoever. If this is the case, then why implement an institution (an institution for a major event in the lives of humanity) that embodies this notion? Discrimination is the element that provokes this lack of equality across the board for single sex relationships, not to mention the ordeal undergone by inter-sex or transgender peoples in the recognition of their relationships.
According to statistics founded by Latrobe University, figures suggest that school is one of the most dangerous places to be same-sex attracted. Due to the amount of verbal and indeed physical abuse evident in this spectrum. This also provokes thought regarding the nature of Australian relationships and their portrayal within the wider society. Regardless of the inclusion of civil partnerships, Australian society and in particular family life is used to great effect in shaping these homophobic attitudes amongst the youth. The elements of bullying that occur to students that follow the majority is ridiculous, add the topic of sexuality to the cauldron and there are serious ramifications for homosexual or transgender youth.
This is where issue of marriage is particularly crucial. In effect, whilst civil partnerships, unions are a step in the right direction (to borrow form the phrase pool of Rudd) they are not equal to marriage. Civil unions are legally recognised for residents within the three states and territories present within Australia. In addition these unions also vary from state to state in the level of protection offered by the Government, some may receive adoption rights, whilst in another state couples may only receive property rights. Civil union may not even be portable, two may be considered ‘life partners’ in one state, and nothing legally binding in another. Marriage offers an entirety of protection, it establishes a spouse as the next-of-kin, substitute blood relatives in the eyes of the law. This title is essential for loving couples, as it provides peace of mind, knowing that your partner may have an official say in medical, property or funeral matters. Marriage is also legally recognised by all Governments across the globe, and it can be performed anywhere and still be recognised, which is more than what can be said for civil – unions. Theoretically these unions were designed to provide protection and equality for single sex relationships, whilst remaining separate from marriage. Why? – To keep the sanctity of marriage in tact, to not redefine the notion of marriage, to keep the status quo. On those points I feel it is essential to meticulously dissect each argument for the purpose of revealing the sheer paradoxical and illogical beliefs behind this lack of equality.
Why shouldn’t homosexuals, transgender or intersex people be allowed to enter an institution of marriage together?
The inclusion of the GLBTI community into the institution of marriage will corrupt its sanctity. It is a threat to marriage as a whole.
This is an argument based on religious principles, which would be justifiable if marriage were to be exclusively based upon religion. However with the excruciatingly slow separation of Church and state that has occurred over the development of politics, marriage has lost its link to religion. But if one were to delve into the depths of history it is evident that marriage was not created through the Judeo-Christian faith – Nor through any facet of Hinduism, Buddhism, or any other prominent world religion. The fact of the matter is that the union of two peoples existed thousands of years before ancient philosophers and prophets began making sense of the universe through the context of religion. Marriage began as a diverse and separate institution from religious belief. This would thereby render any link to religion or its right to deny couples to marry (in a non-religious ceremony) illogical. Religious groups would be under no obligation to perform religious ceremonies for same-sex couples, if it did indeed contravene the particular denomination’s beliefs. Single-sex relationships do not call for the right to marry as a manner in which to push their beliefs into a chosen faith, surely the homosexual community understand the importance of respect in regard to the beliefs systems of humanity.
Regarding the notion as a threat to marriage as a whole it could be stated that divorce would be a greater threat to this legally binding partnership. With 50% of marriages ending in divorce why would the Government willingly turn away couples that have the solemn desire to express their love, and receive subsequent protection under the law?
This statement would be one of the more sound arguments in this debate had it statistical evidence to support the particular notion of minority. Regardless of sexual orientation a poll, which was performed in June 2009 found that 60% of Australian’s support the idea of homosexual marriage. Therefore it would simply illogical to state that only a minority desire the expansion of marriage to include diverse sexualities.
If that were too much for the Government to handle, then it would be wise to provide the same protection with a different name. However this was tried in the introduction of civil unions, and these partnerships did not achieve what they were theoretically designed to do. In this sense, the only manner through which equality may be achieved is through the expansion of marriage. Surely a homosexual couple that ties the knot in Tasmania has no detrimental impact upon a heterosexual couple residing in Western Australia. In much the same way as relationships between people in Queensland have no adverse effect upon myself, who is evidently single.
As for this redefinition of marriage it would stimulate the economy, in that homosexual couples would purchase and use all manner of services for their ceremonies. This means more money being placed back into retail, and indeed public function venues and catering services. This ‘minority,’ provides a positive impact upon the economy as whole and the Government has spent enormous amounts in preparation for Global Financial Crisis – Why not allow for this redefinition for a positive impact on the economy? – Not to mention the joy and happiness it brings to couples and communities across the nation.
Those arguments aside, returning to the notion of discrimination and homophobia, the destruction of the model of the nuclear family is essential in the stamping out of discrimination. Society should not cater to the idea of a mother, father and 2.3 children as the set model for family. Through this incremental desensitisation to homosexuals in society, can there finally a deeper level of humanity evident within our society. The first step is basic human rights, the second civil unions, the third, marriage, the fourth, adoption (an issue I will delve into later). But the Australian Government must realise that it is ignoring the ideals evident within the majority of society. As the people of the nation where a “fair go,” is core to our collective psyche, will not stand to be ignored.
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Backed out of coffee with SD. Too many red flags for me. I saw myself ending up on the 6 o’clock news in a body bag. Like I said in a comment, I may be a horny slut, but I don’t have a death wish.
Looks like I’m meeting up with Ken on Wednesday though! Can’t wait to have his ripped ass pounding into me. He’s got a lot of fetishes though, not sure I can live up to them. Again, I’ve had a very boring sex life and I’m just now opening myself up to new things, but I have a very raw, animalistic, almost primal approach to fucking. I just want to get my pussy wet, maybe go down on each other and then fuck like crazy.
It’s probably going to be a couple of weeks before I can meet Matt and Christy, but that will definitely happen. This one I think I am looking forward to the most. I think I am looking forward to Christy the most. I’ve been watching a lot of soft core lesbian porn lately, and I’m so glad to be a woman. Our sexual parts are fucking stunning. It’s made me fantasize about sucking her breasts and licking her pussy – hopefully while her husband is licking or fucking mine. But yes, I am so ready for my first girl on girl experience. Thinking of tits has me all worked up!
Still working out details with some others…God, I’m a slut.
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I came upon this book one day when I was in borders looking for a new manga to read. I didn’t intend to read a comedy but I picked up Azumanga Daioh when I saw it. It stood out from the other books. It was much taller and wider than the others. The cover showed several girls displayed happily in school uniforms. One looking very serious, another looking confused, and two smiling and laughing as they walked towards their high school.
The Story
Azumanga Daioh is a slice of life story about several girls who go to the same High School. Much of the story takes place around:
Chiyo Mihama: A very intelligent girl who is very young and should be in middle school but advanced onto High School. In the manga and anime you never see her parents. Unless you count “Chiyo Chichi” or “Chiyo’s Dad”, which is a cat type creature that appeared in first in Sakaki’s dream claiming to be Chiyo’s father.
Her family is wealthy and live in a sizeable house. They also have a summer home where all the girls, and two of their teachers, stayed. She is very friendly and despite her being in High School she does act her age.
Tomo Takino:
Tomo was never one of my favorite characters. Overall she is energetic and obnoxious. She seems to go out of her way to annoy others. She seems rather daft throughout, which is why some of her classmates have no idea how she made it into the school She later explained she has the capability of doing whatever it is she wants if she only concentrates and studies hard.
Koyomi “Yomi” Mizuhara:
She is commonly referred to as just “Yomi”. She is the more serious of the characters but not too serious to the point where you don’t like her. She and Tomo have been friends for years and she was the inspiration for Tomo to “buckle down” and work to get into the High School. She is one of the more intelligent characters and despite that she failed her entrance exam (an exam taken to determine what college you go to).
Sakaki:
Sakaki is one of my favorite characters. She is why and soft spoken and hardly speaks to anyone but manages to befriends everyone. She is seen as very cool and everyone wishes they were more like her. She has quite the chest that all the girls envied and she is amazing in sports beating out most of the guys. She has a love for cats and cute things that can’t go unnoticed. There are just some problems. Cats hate her. Several times throughout the whole series she was attacked, bitten, scratched, and ganged up on, by cats. Which led to her brandishing band aids over her fingers much of the time, and her parents don’t allow cats for her mother is allergic She became great friends with Chiyo once Chiyo got a dog whose name is Mr. Tadakichi. To Sakaki’s (and my) amazement, the dog let her pet him, and that was the beginning of a relationship. Soon Sakaki was able to find love in a cat on a school trip she took down to Okinawa. She befriended an iromoto cat which she was sad to leave, but when the mother died due to a car accident the cat found it’s way to her.
Ayumu “Osaka” Kasuga:
Commonly known as Osaka, is a spaced out girl who can never seem to get things right. When she first arrived to the school she constantly said to herself that she had to “get it together” so much so that she’d get lost in her own chants and not pay attention. Somehow she manages to scrape on by to my amazement. She is one of the funniest characters, often very random and spontaneous making for great laughs. Within two pages of her introduction I was laughing. Without Osaka, Azumanga Daioh just wouldn’t be as funny.
Kagura:
Kagura is Sakaki’s was Sakakis rival, until she joined her class. They are both athletically talented and popular. Kagura has some of Tomo’s traits. She seems daft as times and is quite comedic.
Kaori:
Kaori isn’t a major character but she is worth mentioning. She has a huge crush on Sakaki which Sakaki is totally oblivious to for the most part. She goes crazy over anything that has anything to do with Sakaki and it if funny to read and watch.
There are two main teachers Yukari Tanizaki who is their English and homeroom teacher who is lazy and doesn’t really care about her students, and Minamo/Nyamo Kurosawa, who is a gym teacher and seems to care.
Yukari has a habit of saying and doing things she just isn’t suppose to. In the first episode of the anime, she was running late so she stole a students bike who stopped by to help her when hers broke. She invites herself to the girls vacations and is a bad driver who almost kills people. She is hilarious. She is pushy and bossy and likes to put people in uncomfortable situations for her enjoyment, which is evident in a few episodes where she is out with Nyamo. There is one more teacher, Kimura. He is the only regular male in the series, with the exception of the cat creature that claims to be Chiyo’s father. He is a pervert, plain and simple. He tries to sneak into the girls swimming classes and even requested a cup of pool water during a school festival when a cafe was set up.
There is no real storyline. All the characters simply co-exist and go to school and clash. There are four volumes and each one is amazing.
Manga or Anime, which is better?
I am an avid manga reader so my opinions on this may be a bit bias but I prefer the manga to the anime. There are many times in the manga where there are pauses which are comedic they usually take up 2-3 panels and never more. In the anime; however, these pauses can last from one to two minutes, which is just annoying. There was one episode that If I recall correctly only took up eight to ten pages but somehow took up 25 minutes in anime form. Whilst there are moments that do not convey well from manga to anime, there are some that do. There are also hilarious moments that do not show up in the manga but do in the anime, like when Kaori was dancing with Sakaki. It was tremendously hilarious and made me tear up with laughter. Something like that could not convey well in the manga. I recommend both reading and watching the anime, you’ll get the best of both.
Azumanga Daioh is a great coming of age story of several high school girls. It is amazingly funny and is one of my favorite mangas to read if I am in for a good laugh. I highly recommend reading it and watching it.
5/5 for the story
5/5 for the characters
5/5 for the settings
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The debate still flares with such passion in a modern context, in regards to homosexuality coinciding with religion. Love being the main underlying factor of both of these attributes of humanity creates a tension between the two.
From a Catholic perspective the church condemns the act of homosexuality, that is the act of sexual relations between a man and another man, or a woman and indeed another woman. The church however does not condemn same-sex attraction or personal desires so long as they are contained to within the person. For most this is completely outrageous, as they should be able to express their sexuality in a way in which they feel comfortable and safe. But before one can place the blame entirely upon the church one must understand that the church also condemns sexual practices for mere pleasure (therefore the banning of contraception). It is stated that every act of sex should be open to the creation of a human being, which is the church’s main defence when dealing with matters of homosexuality.
There is no doubt, in a Catholic belief system homosexuality is intrinsically “wrong.” However, there is a direct lack of evidence why. It is almost as though if questioned, a believer would merely say (in a more eloquent manner) “because God said so.” If as human beings we were to believe and worship everything with more power than ourselves then where would I society be headed? Would there be any scientific development? Would there be any progression of humanity?This other terribly discriminatory ideology that homosexual relationships have the capacity to devalue or in effect hinder a heterosexual relationship is completely illogical. How can a relationship that you have no knowledge of, destroy your relationship? In regards to homosexual marriage, American comedian Wanda Sykes puts it into a humorous colloquialism, “If you don’t believe in same-sex marriage, then don’t marry somebody of the same-sex.” Marriage is another topic that is too lengthy to delve into right now, however, people argue that the sanctity of marriage must be protected at all costs. However, marriage existed before religion, before Christianity, before Islam, before Judaism. In fact many of modern church practices (the use of candles, incense, etc.) were derived from the more ritualistic services of paganism. The Church’s view on homosexuality is clear and concise. Clarity is usually beneficial in most situations. But the passion at which the Church argues that these acts of homosexuality are “wrong” has a direct relationship to the amount of discrimination that exists in the wider society. One might even go so far as to argue that it could be the one of the underlying factors in the higher rate of suicide in gay teens. It an absolutely appalling statistic that approximately 30% of GLBT youths will attempt suicide. The Church is also used as a justification for violent and discriminatory acts. Matthew Shepherd’s death is a tragic example of the extent to which fear and text can motivate someone. Imagine if it were you, tied to a fence post, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die. Why? Merely because of the colour of your skin, the type of men you found attractive, your religion, your political beliefs, the way in which you desired to express your sexuality and who you were as a person.
This cycle of discrimination has to be stagnated. If not for the safety of the GLBT community, but so that we can function and develop as a species. The Church had made its stance loud and clear, but there must be logical and rational Christians and Catholics that see the flaw and larger consequences that this stance creates, not only for homosexuals, but for the wider human society.“Homosexuality is a lifestyle choice.” -Wrong. Homosexuality is not a choice of lifestyle, but more of a part of a person perceives himself or herself to be. Modern psychology states that homosexuality is at least 30-70% genetic, therefore it can’t simply be argued that a man or woman wakes up one morning and decides that from this point in their lives that they will be homosexual. This is not to be confused with a period of discovery that many homosexuals undertake, but as Erikson defined in his stages of psychological development that all teens undergo this stage when they are attempting to find themselves and who they are as a person. The detrimental influence of society also creates this fear amongst many of today’s youth that instills into them a fear of being themselves. Not only around their peers, but also with family and even by themselves. Hiding from one self may also lead to many psychological problems in latter life.
One of my intellectual and quizzically inclined readers pointed out some interesting biblical quotes regarding the church’s stance on homosexuality.
Let us begin:
Genesis 19:5-8-”Calling to Lot they said, ‘Where are the men who came to you tonight? Send them out to us so that we may abuse them.’
Lot came out to them at the door, and having closed the door behind him said, ‘I beg you, brothers, do no such wicked thing. Listen, I have two daughters who are virgins. I am ready to send them out to you, to treat as it pleases you. But as for the men, do nothing to them, for they have come under the shadow of my roof.’”
To place this in context the quote was articulated to be within the town of Sodom, and the two “men”? Well they were said to be angels of God. The ideologies contained within in the quote are not direct and clear. To begin the quote itself does not exclusively denote the act of homosexuality. But also in addition to this it does not even state that the abuse of the two angels was intended to be sexual. Regardless of the implications, even if this was intended to be sexual abuse, then would this simply mean that “Yahweh” as described in Genesis was condemning Rape, Sexual Abuse and Nonconsentual Sex? Rather than jumping to the discriminatory conclusion of homosexuality? Angels were beings completely void of sexual sin; meaning that even if women intended the same actions it could be stated that this would be “wicked” in the context as well.
The simple fact of the matter is, that Sodom was not an exclusively homosexually inclined town, but a cacophony of sinning did occur. Rape, murder, incest, bestiality were all the norms of this province, meaning that one cannot simply jump to the simplest conclusion to merely justify their own beliefs.
be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.”
The reference has massive contemporary implications. This quote can’t be applied to a contemporary society context as, the standard to which this ancient society held each other has changed enormously regarding the standard today. What might be considered greed back then may simply be common practice today. This other term, homosexual offenders, can be interpreted in a numerous number of ways, it might simply be those who are violently sexual + homosexual, one may even go so far as to say that a homosexual offender is a being that offends a person of the homosexual persuasion, personally I find it difficult to comprehend people devising their morals from a text published over 2000 years from now, as how could it possibly have any application to a modern society? Romans 1:26-27- “For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust t one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense [sic] of their error which was meet.”
I would merely use the words of another in a situation like this, regarding the Romans passage, there are many view points, two being:
So. Long after the goodie bag of Macaulay Culkin paraphernalia had been shoved deep into the bin, my walls were getting covered with Shane Lynch from Boyzone and Dee-Tails from MN8. I used to get off on black guys wearing white baggy denim – I’m pretty glad I turned gay cause the only guys that wear clobber like that now are sex offenders and Lithuanian basketball players.
Lurking amongst the hunk pin-ups, I had one singular poster of Anna Friel. Casually just slung in there, like it wasn’t a massive concern for a 10 year old girl to do this. My mind has disgustingly memorised the image to a worrying degree, she was wearing a red fluffy cropped jumper (it was the 90’s. fuck off) red lipstick and had a spot on her chin, photoshop wasn’t on the priority list at Live&Kicking Magazine I suppose.
I didn’t know what a lesbian was, well I kinda did, but in the same way I knew what the plague was – it existed somewhere and effected some people but clearly would never touch my perfect life in any way. I honestly had no awareness that my FUCKING GIGANTIC obsession with Anna Friel meant I was a bender, I just figured every pre-teen had the same thing with Zoe Ball or Emma Bunton.
My family all watched Brookside every week because my Nan’s siblings are all Scouse so it was a kind of Liverpudlian duty. I didn’t give a fuck about it, I was normally in the back garden creating my own high-jump stadium with bamboo sticks and pegs. But then one night I was lying on the carpet trying to perfect my headstands and I saw these 2 girls snogging on TV. My Mom was cringing over her custard cream and I watched her face awkwardly frieze in minor disgust, the way you would when somebody elses dog has pissed on your shoe, it’s not devastating but its just a bit rank.
I thought it was okay. It didn’t shock me, or prompt an instant dyke-revolution, or get my barely there nipples hard. It was just okay, normal really. I knew somewhere in the bottom of my guts that this wasn’t the right reaction, seeing these frizzy 20 something females swapping spit in acrylic knitwear should make me scared or repulsed or at least ask my parents some questions about gender preference. But I just carried on doing my indoor gymnastics with one eye on the television.
I thought about the snogging that evening, and from then on watched Brookside better than any Anfield attending, Jimmy Corkhill lusting Scouser. I became deliriously attached to Beth Jordache, starting with my singlular poster on the woodchip wall, and ending up with spending my WHSmith Christmas vouchers on vaguley related products such as ‘Brookside: The Teenagers’ on VHS and ‘Beth Jordache: Her story’ in glossy paperback. I skived off school to sit up from 6.30am watching The Big Breakfast for a 10 minute interview with Anna Friel on a gigantic hot-dog sofa, I wrote fan letters to ‘Brookside Close Company – FAO Anna Friel’ and repeatedly watched a Friel featuring grainy quality recording of ‘A Midsummer Nights Dream’ the Open University once aired at 3am.
It was all a bit much.
But still, even at this point, even in the midst of being completely obsessed with the only lesbian I’d ever heard of, I still didn’t think for a minute that I could be queer. I had a boyfriend called Tom who I kissed once after school, he tasted of sausages and I thought it was a germ hazard habit for sluts. Which I also thought assumed was normal.
The turning point came at age 11.5, when I was about to start high school and had periods to worry about. The boys in my class all collected football stickers in those branded clip folders, displaying them in the playground like stockbrokers, swapping and hiding their ’shinies’ away from the grasping, desperate year 5’s. I decided if they were allowed to celebrate their fanship with a document folder, I could do the same. So went to Boots and bought an aztec print A4 folder then filled it with magazine cuttings, illustrations, plot-line summaries and my cherished poster. The moment it was complete I took one look at it, felt a wave of heated vomit stinking panic rise in my throat, and burnt in down the local park behind the allotments.
I never spoke about Anna Friel again. My mind wiped out her gleaming brunette hair, the freckles on her lips, the mole on her neck and the angle of her cheekbones. I focused on my crap boyfriend, and cheating on him with his best friend. He was called Matthew and was hot shit. He played football in the first team and had a 6 pack.
I can’t believe nobody realised what a little freak I was. What, do I have to finger my P.E. teacher to be a schoolgirl lesbian now? IS THAT IT?
"Kelsie’s heart was racing, head was racing with the feeling coursing through her body."
“Now arch your back towards the ceiling as you exhale. Relax the neck, letting your head drift downwards.”
Cat pose, Kelsie thought. Her hands and knees pressed gently into her purple yoga mat as she dutifully raised her head towards the ceiling with her next breath, rotating her hips and bending her graceful belly towards the floor. Cow pose.
Greg the yoga instructor walked barefoot among the 12 mats in the small studio, now warm with the exertions of his students. “Now let’s push back into child’s pose and rest.” Kelsie could see his shoulder-length dark hair come to touch his shoulders and loose tank-top shirt as he bent forward to help a student settle into the resting pose. After almost a year of his beginner’s level classes, Kelsie didn’t need to look up to locate him in the dimly lit studio. She could place him by the soft pad of his feet on the wood floor, or the slow exhale of a student whom he had helped fall deeper into a pose. “Now, when you feel ready, slowly roll your body up to a seated position. Hands together in front of your chest.”
Kelsie, now seated like the rest of the class to face Greg, pressed her palms together between her breasts, as if to pray. “Namaste,” said Greg. The class responded in kind.
The students began their usual sleepy slow chatter after class as they left in ones and twos. Kelsie lingered behind, taking more than necessary time to roll up her mat. As the second-to-last student walked out of the studio door, Greg collected the remaining straps and foam blocks. “How did you enjoy today’s class, Kelsie?” he asked, bending to pick up a block.
“It was wonderful, Greg. Very relaxing.” She swung her mat bag over her shoulder neatly. Her long brown hair was swept back into a similarly neat pony-tail. Her pale gold yoga tank matched her beige stretch yoga pants and made her deeply green eyes more dramatic. Though her features and grace conspired to beauty, Kelsie’s modesty and quiet demeanor caused most men to balk and seek easier prey. In her 28 years there had been one or two serious lovers, but their earnestness had faded. “But Greg,” but how do I say this? “I’ve been coming to your class for a while, and I feel I have…progressed…”
“You feel as though you aren’t being challenged?” Greg stood up, finishing her thought.
She checked his face for signs that he had taken offence. There were none in that shy smile. He had replaced his thick-rimmed, squarish eyeglasses and pulled his hair back into a short pony-tail. He really is quite attractive. “I guess that’s it. I don’t want to change classes or anything.” Her plump lips pressed together slightly. I just know there’s something more I’m missing.
“I think I know what you mean,” said Greg. “I can see it in your body. You need something more than my class can give you.” He slipped his muscled arm around her shoulder as they walked out together. “I went through the same stage before I decided to become a certified instructor.” Kelsie helpfully turned out the studio lights, and Greg locked the door behind them. It was nearing dusk as they walked to their parked cars. Kelsie had parked her Mazda next to his Jeep. “Why don’t you give me your email? I think I know someone that can help you.”
She rummaged in the center console of her car for pen and paper. “See you next week,” Greg said when she had given him the slip of paper. He held her hand briefly with both of his before walking around to the driver’s side of his 4×4.
“See you,” Kelsie replied.
On the drive home, Kelsie felt a strange excitement. For what? she wondered. He probably has a girlfriend, and I’ll probably have to leave his class to find what I’m looking for. But what am I looking for? At home she showered, ate a quick Lean Cuisine, checked the news and went to bed.
After a tiresome meeting at work the next afternoon, Kelsie checked her email. She had forgotten that Greg was going to contact her, until she saw the message in her inbox. It was from YogaGreg32:
“Kelsie,
I spent last night thinking about what you said regarding your progress in my class. I took the liberty of setting up a private instruction session with one of my colleagues. Her name is Keiley Raam. She specializes in challenging the body and spirit, and would be happy to guide you. She is in town this Friday, is 6pm at the studio OK?
Kelsie, I hope you will meet with her. I think she can help you. I’ll leave the studio key under the mat.
-Greg”
Kelsie felt a flutter of excitement that Greg had responded to her so quickly. She fantasized briefly that he had stayed up all night, thinking about Kelsie in various yoga positions, her auburn hair flowing down her shoulders. She snapped to herself again. You’re at work! she chided. Save silly thoughts for home. She wrote him a quick reply saying she would be there, Friday at 6pm. A specialist in challenging the body and spirit? The days until then could not come quick enough to sate her curiosity.
After work that Friday, she went home to shower before heading over to the studio, something she had never previously done. Why do I want to shower? she thought. I’m just going to get all sweaty again. She chose for this session a loose-fitting white t-shirt, and the same comfortable beige yoga pants. They fit snugly on her buttocks as she pulled them on. She felt clean. Wonder what this Keiley has in store?
When she arrived at the studio just before six, she could see a dim light through the sheer curtained window whose source was not the usual studio ceiling lights. I guess Keiley wanted to set up before I got here she thought. She walked through the unlocked door of the studio.
The source of the light was eight or nine glowing candles, whose flames illuminated the sultry green smoke from a small incense burner. Keiley Raam was seated on the bare wood floor of the clean studio, eyes closed, hands pressed together between medium breasts. Her eyes opened slowly at the sound of Kelsie entering the room.
“Oh, hi,” Kelsie said nervously. “I’m Kelsie. You must be Keiley. Should I just put my mat down anywhere? Thanks for doing this,” she didn’t know what this was, but it seemed the polite thing to say.
Keiley rose serenely to her feet, and Kelsie got the full visual impact of stunning exotic beauty. Keiley was taller, of slim build, and in the dim light Kelsie could see her jet black hair and supple bronze skin. She was wearing a simple flowing sheer dress, which seemed to simultaneously draw the candlelight to itself while emanating a subtle glow. She’s beautiful Kelsie thought. She felt the moment of hesitation a moth feels before giving in completely to the irresistible brightness of a flickering candle flame.
“It’s so nice to meet you.” Keiley came near to Kelsie and hugged her in greeting, hugged her as a dear friend. Kelsie felt the mounds of her breasts through the sheer of her dress. Her scent was the sweet and tang of the incense, multiplied. “Greg told me about your situation. Please, place your mat there in the middle of the floor.” Kelsie removed her mat and unfurled it. The studio would have felt quite empty, were it not for the comfortable glow of candles, and the present warmth of Keiley. “He told me that your body and spirit are ready for the kind of instruction I provide.”
Kelsie sat down in half-lotus on her mat. Her voice was softer than she had expected when she replied, “Well, I don’t know…exactly what…Greg said you provide private sessions and were in town. He said you would be happy to guide me in my yoga practice.” Keiley sat down in full lotus across from Kelsie. She leaned forward from the hips towards Kelsie, grasped her hands gently.
“Are you open to experiencing new heights of satisfaction?” Keiley whispered.
Kelsie felt the tingling warmth from Keiley’s touch. She thought of Greg’s shy smile, of how it felt for him to lay his hands on her when he helped her discover the depths of a pose, felt the trust that had built between them over the course of a year. “Yes,” she whispered in answer.
“Let’s begin. Lie down on your back,” Keiley said. “Close your eyes. Let your arms and legs relax towards the floor. Allow your breath to become deep and even. Inhale, filling the lungs with breath, and exhale, relaxing the whole body from head to toe.”
Kelsie enjoyed the calm whisper of Keiley’s voice. She enjoyed the deep, regular breathing she was experiencing with Keiley’s instruction. This is wonderful she thought.
“Let’s move into a Sun Salutation now.” Kelsie followed Keiley’s voice as it circled slowly around her, regular as her breathing. The incense wafted in the wake of Keiley’s pale dress as she touched Keiley, adjusting her poses. A soft touch here, gentle pressure there. Kelsey flowed through each pose as fluid as candle wax. “Now come to a standing position, with eyes closed.”
Kelsie felt the presence of Keiley, very close. She kept her eyes closed when she felt Keiley’s finger tips on the thin stripe of exposed flesh between her t-shirt and her yoga pants. Her breath quickened as she felt those fingers slide under the edge of the t-shirt and begin to rise. Her arms rose as Keiley lifted Kelsie’s shirt up and over her head, exposing her bare breasts and pink, rosy nipples.
Kelsie continued to breath deeply with eyes flutteringly closed as Keiley undressed her. She loosened, then finally undid her pony-tail, still moist from the shower. Her damp hair settled around her bare, slowly rising and falling shoulders. Keiley removed her yoga pants, and finally, her panties.
“Continue your rhythmic breathing, deeply inhaling, exhaling completely.” The soft sound of a sheer dress dropping to the floor behind her.
At the shushing sound of silk on silk, Kelsie felt an internal quake. It was as if her spirit had walked out of her body, circled once round the two still, electric forms in the studio, and, having absorbed the essence of sweat and smoke and light, returned to her body. One mental shiver, and she knew that this was what she had been seeking. The practice of yoga made intimate by a physical-spiritual connection. She committed herself to the teaching she would receive. This is my enlightenment.
Keiley led her body through the same sequence of poses as before, the Sun Salutation, Kelsie willingly following the instruction delivered to her by that gentle voice, that soft touch.
“Now exhale, raising your hips to the sky. Deepen your breath in downward dog pose.” Kelsie carefully thrust her buttocks up so that her body made a triangle with the ground. “Feel the warmth of your body travel along your straight back, culminating in your root chakra.” Keiley bent to touch the back of Kelsie’s neck, running her fingers along her back to the base of her spine. Then Keiley moved behind Kelsie, stood behind her and grasped her hips. Kelsie felt her hips and buttocks pulled hard against Keiley’s naked stomach. She tried to focus on her breathing, but she could feel herself open up inside. She could feel her pink wetness rubbing on Keiley. Kelsie let out a moan of pleasure and Keiley continued to draw her hips back with one hand. She slowly licked the first and second finger of the other and, drawing them up Kelsie’s thigh towards her buttocks, slipped her index finger into Kelsie. It went in easy thought Kelsie. She let out soft moans as Keiley worked the finger gently, rubbing and stroking. Kelsie’s body glistened with sweat and quivered as Keiley’s second finger swept neatly into her pussy. “Ohh,” she gasped. Keiley continued to work her fingers in the wetness, reaching her other hand around to find Kelsie’s clit. It feels so good thought Kelsie as the area from her anus to her clit pulsed with heat. She moaned freely, rocking with Keiley, against Keiley’s hands, her hands working, stroking, fingering.
Keiley slowly removed her fingers from Kelsie. Kelsie felt her gently touch the cups of her knees, and she instinctively knew that she should bend down to all fours.
“Good. Now arch your back towards the ceiling, as you exhale. Relax the neck, letting your head drift downwards.”
Cat pose. Kelsie’s heart was racing, head was racing with the feeling coursing through her body. With her eyes closed, she could sense that Kelsie had moved to stand at the head of her mat.
“Now roll your belly towards the floor, arch your head back, and open your mouth.”
Kelsie’s nipples were as hard as her clit as she opened her eyes.
Keiley was standing in front of Kelsie, holding open her labia to expose her blue-pink clit. “Open your mouth,” she whispered.
Kelsie did as she was told. The blue-pink was wet and hot in her mouth. She ran her tongue luxuriously over the lips of her instructor’s pussy. She seemed to know where her instructor wanted the tongue; now on the tip of the clit, flicking; now plunged deep into the wet. Keiley rolled her head back, fingers caressing her own nipples, brown like olive pits. Kelsie lapped obediently while her body pulsed with urgent heat.
Kelsie felt herself brought onto her back, knees bent just slightly, legs gently open. Keiley lithely straddled Kelsie now, her body close, grinding her lightly haired muff on Kelsie’s clit. Grinding and grinding, she rotated her hips so that her own clit was exposed and rubbing now on Kelsie’s. She would lift the pressure briefly, then sink back down to make their clits touch. Oh my god Kelsie thought. I’m going to cum! Kelsie arched her back, breasts spilling outward into Keiley’s open hands as their clits rubbed wetly, Kelsie’s own shivering with orgasm. She came and came and came. From the top of her head, to her cherry-hard nipples, from her pointed toes to her swollen pink cunt she came.
After a few moments Keiley lifted her dark form from Kelsie and gently helped her rest her arms and legs on the mat. Several minutes passed before Kelsie’s breathing became slow and deep. Eventually she rolled her body to a seated position. She knew what to do. Pressing her palms together between her breasts, like a prayer, she said, “Namaste.” Keiley repeated the incantation, kissed Kelsie gently on the lips, dressed and left the studio.
Kelsie did not show up at Greg’s regularly scheduled yoga session that week. Instead, 30 minutes after the last student had left his beginner’s class, Greg looked up from his private yoga practice to see a woman enter the studio. It was Kelsie. Greg brushed a lock of dark hair behind his ear and smiled knowingly as he asked, “did you enjoy your private session?”
