This blog has died.
Sorry! Re-booting.
Sorry! Re-booting.
I haven’t been on this blog in forever.
Hello sweetie, sorry I’m a bum.
Ah Hi there sweetie!
This is kinda my side blog, I use it to talk to people I know irl. I don’t check it that often, but hi! I miss you.
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Amaaaaaaaaazing
I suppose I inadvertently participated, since I didn’t interact with anyone today nor can I actually talk. Regardless, I wouldn’t have participated anyway. I hate to be one of those people that tries to shoot down good intentions, but I think I speak for a lot of QUILTBAG folk when I say that I was silent for far too long, and I wish someone had spoken to me or had spoken with me. The Day of Silence, to me, is a means for people who aren’t quite comfortable with lashing out against the bull shit of society to take a passive, and evasive approach at solidarity. (To be quite honest, this is more apparent in the “hetero community” than in the “gay community.”)
Maybe it would be more effective if we called it the Day of Loudness or maybe just Gay-Straight Alliance day…something that speaks for the joining of forces to combat silence and bullying. Take the It Gets Better Campaign for example, or when we all wore purple in October; I think those heavily broadcast and displayed efforts were far more effective than everyone playing Mum’s-the-Word.
We need to find our voices and speak for human rights, protect the oppressed, and to sing songs of celebration and victory.
I think you’re kind of missing the point of the Day of Silence. The silence is symbolic, not saying that people shouldn’t speak out for their rights. I firmly believe that Silence can speak louder than words. Last year, when Brandon participated a teacher told him to “take your gay crusade somewhere else,” while other teachers commended him and took time to discuss it in class. To call this “passive” or “evasive” is just plain untrue, because being the kid that won’t say a word in class draws a lot of attention to you. Do you not remember high school? Any kid that participated would inevitably get put on the spot. And in my experience, most kids were prepared and educated about the cause they were fighting for.
Even though it’s the Day of Silence, I’ve never seen it fail to start a dialogue. Last week, Tommy had his own Day of Silence for the cause (I’m not sure why he did it last week, maybe cause he wouldn’t be in school this week), and we spent twenty minutes in my Tai Chi class discussing gay bullying and hate crimes, which is remarkable since the issue of gay rights has never been brought up in that class before. And I’ve got some truly ign’ant people in my Tai Chi class that participated in the conversation. It gets people thinking.
I spend practically every day speaking out for my rights and for the rights of the LGBT community. Nevertheless, in my experience, this one day of Silence has acted as a powerful metaphor to get other people talking about it too. As a lesbian in high school, I was thrilled when I saw kids participating in it. It let me know that there were people around me who wouldn’t bully and persecute me because of who I am, people who would speak up on my behalf if I was ever the victim of hate. If they had the courage to abstain from speaking for an entire day, then they would have the courage to lend their voice when it’s most needed.
I understand where you’re coming from, but I disagree that the Day of Silence isn’t effective, or that its counterproductive for the LGBT movement. As a kid, the Day of Silence made me feel less alone and a little safer.
I find myself so lucky on most days to go to a school that lets everyone be who they want to be. It’s not on common to an ally or a part of the whole alphabet soup of letters. Almost a 1/4 of my school did the Day of Silence and it was amazing the affect it had. All the teachers were good arranging the class to make sure that students wouldn’t lose any points or couldn’t be a part of the class in some way. Hell, in one of my classes we talked about a story that could have be interpreted as how a gay man felt in the Soviet Union and that led to some amazing discussions. The breaking of the silence was the best part for me because everyone gathered around in a big circle while my teacher counted down with her fingers and we all shouted and screamed and make noise ( I said happy new year). I know that a lot of people don’t like DoS for many reasons, but I think if it’s done right it can be very powerful and something that is talked about for a long time.
Haha, you’re welcome. I asked one of my friends what’s the best french-est cigarettes are so I could get then for the best french loving person I know. :)
Anything you want me to bring you back?
Today is pretty, so I wanna be pretty too!
Hi dorm-mates with a 5am flight, how are you?
That’s due tomorrow.
I did this yesterday too.
I’m so right for college.
And some other not as cool places, but Germany is where it’s at.
But first? I need to write two papers.
Does anyone at all have a good Human phy. experiment that I can look up for my paper?
Or know anything about them?
Japan
I’ve seen the “Pray for Japan” graphic popping up all over my dashboard today. But I’ve never been religious at all. So, this is my version of that graphic, because when you don’t believe in praying the best thing to do is hope.
I agree.
You gotta give em’ hope.
Dear World: Asking before touching me makes me melt with joy, affection, loveliness. Honestly, this is sexy to me. Ok thanks, just wanted you to know. :)
Guy at the contra last night, before a dance: “Will you be taking a twirl?”
He asked me if I wanted to style. I was kind of dumbstruck (“what? um, yes! please!”) That never happens.I was very very happy.
And I saw him before the next dance, asking the next woman he was dancing with. GO YOU, consent contra guy. I love and appreciate your asking.
Never have I ever heard of someone ask this. People usually just, do it, I thought it was a part of the dance. A spur of the moment kinda thing.
Now I kinda hope that happens next time I go, although I’m not the best and can’t do a lot of fanciness, but still maybe someone could teach me?
Now I haveta bug my teachers on when we can go next. <3
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