Name: Anonymous 2008-11-05 3:41
I used to think you were just a bunch of fun-loving, penis-in-vagina folks. Sure, you voted against us back in '04, beat a few of us to death and left us on fences, but, hey, everyone needs a little time to get used to things. I know we were turning your world of holy matrimony upside down, so I was fine giving you a few chances to get your values sorted out. And you were doing pretty good for a while, what with trying to make sure we had jobs and houses.
I guess I expected a little too much from you, though. You see, I thought I might be a person to you, not just the sidekick who picks out your clothes, and the fashion accessory who pops up on your favorite TV show so you can applaud how "tolerant" you are. But I guess in all your infinite Mormon wisdom, you decided you didn't like me. Wanted to make sure I'd alone. Didn't want me visiting me my partner in the hospital. Hoped a few more teenagers would commit suicide.
Maybe you thought of that as just a side issue.
Well, I think of it as my life.
So let me make it clear: we are not going to be friends. You don't give a shit about me. You are my enemy. We've given you plenty of chances to prove yourself, and you've dropped the ball every time. After today, I sure don't want any more heterosexuals asking to be my friend. Sorry, pal. You blew your chance. Denied. Application rejected. Ship has sailed.
Because you won't be seeing me at any more of your weddings. I'm not part of your club, you see. And don't ask me for any gifts or cards, or to cheer your boy-meets-girl stories, or to show up at your two-gender romantic comedies. I'm not doing that any more. Not after today.
And before you ask me to wave tiny American flags with you and sing kumbaya to salute the new Commander-in-Chief, let me tell you: Your president is not my president. Your president lacked the courage to take a stand for my rights. Your president's running mate used national television to tell America that, God no, he would never caught be dead giving rights to people like us. Your president is a coward and a bigot.
I'm not discouraged. Make no mistake: Our rights are coming to us, one way or another. You see, it's you who ought to be worried. Because one day, we are going to throw down these walls and claim our rights as first-class citizens and human beings. And the question then will be whether you have put yourself on the wrong side of history, whether you are standing before the world exposed as the bigots and the fools you are, or whether you got your shit together after all.
Heterosexuals, maybe someday you'll give me cause to re-evaluate my opinion of you. Until then, don't expect any sympathy or friendship from me. I'm going to be busy fighting tooth and nail for the rights that you keep trying to deny us.
Whether you like it or not.
I guess I expected a little too much from you, though. You see, I thought I might be a person to you, not just the sidekick who picks out your clothes, and the fashion accessory who pops up on your favorite TV show so you can applaud how "tolerant" you are. But I guess in all your infinite Mormon wisdom, you decided you didn't like me. Wanted to make sure I'd alone. Didn't want me visiting me my partner in the hospital. Hoped a few more teenagers would commit suicide.
Maybe you thought of that as just a side issue.
Well, I think of it as my life.
So let me make it clear: we are not going to be friends. You don't give a shit about me. You are my enemy. We've given you plenty of chances to prove yourself, and you've dropped the ball every time. After today, I sure don't want any more heterosexuals asking to be my friend. Sorry, pal. You blew your chance. Denied. Application rejected. Ship has sailed.
Because you won't be seeing me at any more of your weddings. I'm not part of your club, you see. And don't ask me for any gifts or cards, or to cheer your boy-meets-girl stories, or to show up at your two-gender romantic comedies. I'm not doing that any more. Not after today.
And before you ask me to wave tiny American flags with you and sing kumbaya to salute the new Commander-in-Chief, let me tell you: Your president is not my president. Your president lacked the courage to take a stand for my rights. Your president's running mate used national television to tell America that, God no, he would never caught be dead giving rights to people like us. Your president is a coward and a bigot.
I'm not discouraged. Make no mistake: Our rights are coming to us, one way or another. You see, it's you who ought to be worried. Because one day, we are going to throw down these walls and claim our rights as first-class citizens and human beings. And the question then will be whether you have put yourself on the wrong side of history, whether you are standing before the world exposed as the bigots and the fools you are, or whether you got your shit together after all.
Heterosexuals, maybe someday you'll give me cause to re-evaluate my opinion of you. Until then, don't expect any sympathy or friendship from me. I'm going to be busy fighting tooth and nail for the rights that you keep trying to deny us.
Whether you like it or not.