Anyways, I just had to dwell on this a bit since we were talking about gossip, school politics, and the like in Health class... And another thing I'd like to say, why do people feel like sharing all their hardest life stories in class? Personally, I don't feel like disclosing such information in school unless I can shroud it a bit (i.e. in a cryptic poem or as a "work of fiction"). I say this because while talking about the hardest decisions we've had to make, this one girl said that her's was going to her mother's funeral... Promptly followed by her sobbing loudly and putting her head on her desk... really, if you know that that type of reaction will come from what you say, why say it? School is not the only outlet for thoughts.
La Duck mentioned an article about how the media seems colorblind to the obvious "whiteness" of the recent school shooters. While I don't think it's completely right to say that the potential school shooters are going to be white (most school shootings are performed on rather small scales) I guess this is one of the only ways to get people to listen. Most people accept your views with a casual glance, a polite nod, and then bash it in the head with their "views." So, you basically have to yell in their face, tack a sign to their ass, and bitch slap them to make an impact.
... And while we're on the subject, why is it that when guys are sexist they get crucified for it, and when girls are sexist they get praised for standing up to "the male chovanistis." It's quite sickening, since the psychology teacher at my school is completely biased towards females... And she's a psychology teacher too. But then, where do us gay guys stand in this whole debate? Guys bad mouthing other guys is "normal" but gay guys bad mouthing girls?.. I'm happy being in the middle ground. ^_^
But, like my friend said: "I'm gay, that doesn't mean I'm not a guy." In otherwords, we're still basically hormone-pumped, just our attentions have been channelled into something other than woman... And anything non-human is just evil.
Heh, keeping my friend Wendy on a leash about who I like ( ERIC! ) is such fun sport. I did that to Jim too. I don't know why, but I like to play mind games with people. I'd look at someone, laugh, and then turn around for no good reason. Then, they're hounded by the fact that I laughed at them and they want to know what's wrong with themselves. Self-conciousness is a fun thing it f*ck with.
This afternoon I found my copy... well, recorded version.... of the movie The Incredible Story of Two Girls in Love which is one of my all time favorite movies. I love how everything was treated like a regular "growing-up" story about two people in love. Difference: it's between two girls, the black person is rich and Harvard-bound and loves opera and poetry, the white girl is poor, lives in a "House of Dykes," and is failing in school... In fact, the only "normal" thing I found throughout the movie was that the white one's friend is so gay he's almost made a 360 back to straight... I have yet to see The Velvet Goldmine which has come highly recommended by my kindred spirit Lizzy.
.... Well, at least the notes have been pushed back till thursday, but I still need to find magazines concerning my topic... this sucks.
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