Journals

I had my first "slashdot" (found here) on slashdot.org. I noticed at around 12am Central Time (GMT -6) Google's interface change, so I submitted an article to slashdot. Sure enough, at 8am it made it to the front page, my first ever submission on slashdot. Not to mention, I put my deviantart art page as my contact (rather (...)

This is the first of one of many letters i am too gutless to send, containing things i am too gutless to say. However, it's important to me that i do somethig, so even though i know these epople will never read them, or if do they wont know it's to them, i still need to write it for someone to read. Anyone.
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Gus,

you don't know me. You dont know anything about me except what you have been told. And that is not your fault. (...)

***WARNING...SOME ADULT CONTENT!!!***

I’m gay. I can’t say that I’ve said that all my life. In fact, it’s only been in the last 8 years, max, that I’ve come close to acknowledging that to myself.

When I was in school, I described my self as straight, although I knew deep down that I must be bisexual. In the 1980s, listening to Dr. Ruth Westheimer, I heard of the Kinsey Scale, of 1 to 10. I forget which end was the totally-straight, and which the totally gay end, but I (...)

It had snowed a few, scant days before. There was still snow on the ground, piled, and congested, waiting for a Spring thaw that was not forthcoming. That day had been unseasonably cold, and biting. Windy, it strangely made me think of Detroit, a city I have yet to visit. In all its seasonal unrest, I never figured that I would not see the snow melt, only a week later.

March 15, 1993 was the year that I committed a crime, for which I went to jail. Actually, technically, it's prison, as it (...)

But I can't. I have to post some. Just a little.

I know not you
I know not you, bright light of day
which makes my inner tempest say
"Oh life, oh light, why do you stay?
Why must I be exposed?"
My tempest leads me from the light
and only lets me see the night
to make me feel I shouldn't fight
the offer it proposed.
(...)

I recently read an editorial in my local newspaper that made quite an outrageous claim. Its author decided that only reason "gay people" (as though they are all one and the same) had for wanting the right to civil marriage was for the tax benefits. She then proceeded to call gays (in general, again) greedy for wanting the same marriage benefits as anyone else.
While I'm not even a homosexual, I found my anger growing as I read that column. For God's sake, are ALL gay people exactly the (...)

I apologize for taking so long for my first entry. I hope I dont get kicked off or something of the like. Well, I suppose to start off I might as well say a few things about myself. I am 15 years old, Im Asian, and my favorite passtimes or hobbies or obsessions (whichever you prefer to call them) would have to be dance, band, and track (in that order, of course). That usually takes up the majority of the time, and whatever time is not spent doing those things, it is wasted on useless (...)