what if 2 men want to make love but both are tops
isnt that why they invented wrestling
From the petition by Mike Raven:
My twin sister Ashley and I are incredibly close — for our entire childhood, we never spent more than four days apart. When Ashley came out as gay at 18, I was so proud of her strength. Her courage in the face of discrimination has inspired me, but it’s also broken my heart a few times.
It infuriates me when states like North Carolina pass laws saying that Ashley can’t get married because “marriage is defined as a union between a man and a woman.” Defined by whom? What does that even mean, and why should it allow anyone to deprive my sister of the right to marry the person she loves?
So, I decided. If this whole argument comes down to an intangible definition, then it’s time for that definition to change.
Dictionary.com says that more than 50 million people use its site every month, and its primary definition of marriage is “the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife.” That’s not just personally offensive, it’s also factually incorrect — I live in New Hampshire, where it’s legal for all couples to get married, no matter their gender.
I am gay and only my one friend knows so far. My mom doesn’t know yet. My dad doesn’t know yet. You didn’t know it when you gave us this homework. I am only 15 years old and I have never felt so alone. My mom and dad always are being angry about gay people and talking about how they are bad and going to hell and they also always talk about how all the gays should be shipped off to their own private island or something so that the rest of us could live God’s commandments in peace.
I have been so scared of them finding out that I’m gay because I know that they would hate me and would want me out of their life and at the same time I can’t keep this secret anymore because it is not something I asked for, never in a million years would I ask to be gay in a town like this where everybody would hate me. And anyways I can’t keep this secret anymore because I’m about to do something crazy like run away or hurt myself or something. I just want to be dead sometimes.
And then you gave us the assignment to write this essay for our homework and I read it like ten times I even skipped lunch and just kept reading it in the bathroom and by the time I went home I decided that maybe I am only 15 years old but maybe this town will change if I can be honest about who I am and maybe my family will change if I can be honest about who I am with them too. I don’t see why I don’t deserve love just like everyone else. I see some crazy stuff that so many people do and people still love them but for some reason everybody around here thinks its ok to hate gays and stuff. And I don’t know really I think I just realize that I don’t want to be Jacob in ten years and still live my life in secret and scared of being hated.
So I go home and I tell my mom to read this handout you gave us and she got so mad at me and started going crazy about how evil gays are and how all of this was just the devil spreading his work and everything else she said. But this time I just got mad myself and I got so mad because I suddenly realize that this is the woman that my whole life made me go to church where they talk about love just like the writer said but she and every other person I pretty much know just hate so many people especially gay people. So I got madder and madder and madder and then I snuck out and came to my friends house to write this essay because its time to stop letting people’s hate stop me from being happy. I mean should I really have to hate my life and want to die because other people are so hating?
And I don’t know what will happen but I am done playing like I’m something I’m not and if my parents don’t love me anymore because of this then I realize that’s not my problem and it will hurt but not as much as the way I hurt right now. I feel like if my mom and dad would just think about things they’d realize that what they always say and how they always hate gays is not what Jesus would do and maybe there is a chance that they will some day love me like Jesus would. I am their kid afterall.
Tonight I am going to send this to my mom and see what she says I guess. I don’t know what will happen but I know that I deserve to be loved just like everybody else does I just hope she thinks so too.
This is an incredibly moving story. The fact that children have to live like this makes my heart hurt. Every child deserves the unconditional love of their parents.
do you hear that that’s the sound of my heart being ripped in half