I’ve been hearing a lot of news in regards to LGBTQ youths’ experiencing bullying and harassment. It is a horrible thought that in today’s society, when we claim to be so open minded and so advanced that there are still so many people out there that are prejudice about something like sexuality, race and religion.
We’re afraid of what we don’t understand. I think that statement doesn’t fall too far behind in truth. For centuries, actually probably for millenniums people have attacked those that they do not understand because of their enigmatic nature. Witches in Salem, Jews, Muslims, Blacks, Asians, etc, are just a few examples. Instead of trying to understand or find out more about people, many of us jump to the conclusion that if they don’t look like us, they don’t belong.
In my opinion, we’re all children of the world. Without the waters separating the continents or borders creating boundaries we’re essentially the same. Many of us have 2 eyes, 1 nose, 1 mouth, 2 arms, 2 legs and even if some of us look a little bit different, we’re classified as the same species who fulfill the same functions in this world. We have the same organs, the same bodily functions, it is our state of mind that changes who we are. If we’re in control of our minds and emotions why can’t some of us just take a second out of our lives and think about what others are going through?
Having distinctions in our appearances and our beliefs is how we allow ourselves to belong. The pertinent thing is we are different but we’re also the same. We should be accepting because of our differences and feel comforted by our similarities. Our beliefs, skin colour, sexual preferences don’t make us any different due to the fact that we’re all people.
Coming back to what I was concerned about to begin with (though I am also concerned about how humanity has become so disjointed). I have friends who are part of the LGBTQ group. One of them mean the world to me. Even though his lifestyle preferences differ from mine, to me I’ve never met a more sincere and wonderful person. He is a great son, a great friend and his differing traits does not make him any less of a person but instead highlights how special he is and I love him to bits.
LGBTQ are people just like anybody else. Why all the bullying? Because we don’t understand? Because their lifestyle and needs are different from ours? Their lives are no different, they have jobs like us, they have family, friends, needs, wants, hopes, dreams, ambition, and anything else any “normal” person have. Their only difference are their choices of personal relationships and that to be quite frank is none of anybody’s business except theirs. We can comment on how the person’s not right for them with reasons such as “I think he’s a dickhead and he treats you like shit”. But we cannot tell them that they cannot be who they are and that they have to satisfy the so called “natural” paradigm of humanity. Because how do we know that their social choices aren’t natural? It’s all subjective.
It is heartbreaking to hear and see how teens today can’t overcome such prejudice in their own social environment (Tyler Clementi, Justin Aaberg, Asher Brown, Seth Walsh, Billy Lucas, etc). Growing up in such an advance century we still have people who are afraid of the dark and the only way they know how to overcome it is to make sure somebody else suffers and be afraid with them.
Some of us just needs to open our minds a little. We’re all unique, which in a way makes us all obsolete. If we’re all different, our common ground is just that. Go hug your very different friend, no matter the religion, the race, the physical differences or sexual orientation! I wish I could but since I’m so far away I’ll send them all a virtual one from here!
Street artist Banksy takes over Simpsons intro - god I love him <3
Street artist Banksy has put a disturbing twist on the opening credits of The Simpsons.
The British graffiti icon storyboarded the latest intro to the long-running cartoon, which opens with the town of Springfield scrawled in his distinctive tag.
But as the show cuts to the familiar couch scene, the credits take a dark turn — with a minute-long animation showing dozens of Asian sweatshop workers painting scenes for the cartoon in a filthy warehouse filled with rats, human bones and bio-waste.
Kittens are thrown into a wood chipper to create stuffing for Bart Simpson dolls while a chained unicorn collapses as its horn is used to punch holes in Simpsons DVDs.
The extended sequence was apparently inspired by reports that the show outsources the bulk of their animation to a company in South Korea.
Banksy, whose true identity has never been officially confirmed, is renowned for his political views.
The elusive artist employs guerrilla-style tactics to break into locations before leaving his pieces to be found the following morning.
Examples include drawing a life-sized replica of a Guantanamo Bay detainee at Disneyland and stencilling Israel’s West Bank barrier.
In 2008 Britain’s Mail on Sunday claimed to have unmasked the mystery artist as 36-year-old former Bristol public schoolboy Robin Gunningham.
My Brother is 5 years 3 months and 12 days younger than me. When they first brought him home, I didn’t really understand how drastically my life was going to change. I no longer was the centre of attention, nor was I every going to be again. This bundle was going to be a pain in my ass, bring me grief but also incalculable amount of joy.
I spent much of his younger years been jealous of him. I can only attribute this to my immaturity and therefore I acted out. But I think deep inside I knew he was important. After I gotten use to the meatloaf that was constantly sitting around and that he wasn’t going to leave, I started to see him in a different way. When my brother arrived my parents fawned over him and I caused them a lot of frustration to get some attention. I regret been immature but been 6 I don’t think I would’ve known better. My brother was the cutest child. Strangers would stop just to play with him and I missed some of those precious years due to my own insecurity and sometimes I think what if I hadn’t.
He was the perfect child because I was the complete opposite. I’m this bright purple sheep in the family while they were all snowy white (and this still holds true even today in regards to my views in life, though some other family member’s views are questionable also). He was smart and his eyes always reflected that. He knew I was been punished for doing something wrong therefore he would not follow in my footsteps which made him perfect in my parents’ opinion.
In a way I think he also looked up to me. Like how younger kids admire older ones. He use to call me “sister” in Chinese which thinking back now was kind of cute and I miss it sometimes (he doesn’t call me anything now…not even my name which makes me wonder whether he even knows what it is). Some of the time we would play together and others I would single him out because there were kids my age around. But he always made me feel important and wanted when he would share things that meant a lot to him with me, mostly candy. When someone gave him candy he would leave me some. That to a kid meant a lot to me, whether he knew it or not. I would some times get him involved in my own mischief. He told me he remembered the time when I spilt Coke on the carpet. In a panic and also knowing that we’ll both get in trouble we had to clean it up some how. He said I told him to sit on the wet patch of the carpet to soak it up with his pants and surprisingly he obediently did it. This is a reflection of his selflessness and one of his finer qualities (though it may seem that nowadays it seem to have diminished a bit).
I remember teaching him math before he started school. I wanted him to learn the things I had been taught at school. In turn this made him smarter than all the children in his grade. He picked it up very quick. It was a game to me (playing teacher) but he got the most out of it. This surprised my parents and made them really proud of him. I was too knowing that I had contributed in some way for making him a better person.
I also remember when he first started kindergarten. For some reason I was dreading it as was my mother. I’ve always known I was protective of him, he was my partner in crime (even though not by choice most of the time). I didn’t want any one picking on him because I know he was wonderful and no one should make him feel any less. But my worries were all wasted as he exploded in school, academically as well as socially. He made great friends, he made it into OC (Opportunity Class - advance classes for elementary students) and he also made it into the best public high school Sydney has to offer. There were a few family friends who might have been a bit envious but I was proud. I would think, suck it! This is my brother!
A lot of shit happened at home and despite his strange way of coping, he made it through it. I know these experiences has changed him as a person drastically but I’m sure with maturity, understanding and more experience in the world, he will overcome it and be the great man I anticipated he will be.
He turned 18 this year and I can’t believe how time flies. From the teenager I had to buy clothes for, he is now an adult. He’s doing his university entrance exams in a little over a week. With his intelligence I am sure he will kill it in every way. He has a girlfriend and it seems he respects and adores her like a man should and he’s learning to drive (slowly…and I mean that literally and metaphorically). In my mind he’s still nine (I don’t know why that age), even though he’s over a head taller than me. He’s still someone I want to protect.
We were never an affectionate family but today reading about JGL’s brother’s passing and his praises for his own brother made me realise that I don’t tell my own brother enough how proud I am of him. He will never believe the changes he made in my life and how honoured that I am to have him in it. Despite our differences and our arguments and harsh words, I love and respect him. Even though I was hostile in the beginning, I want him to know that I would not trade him for anything back then and especially now. I hope that he knows sometimes the things I say might not sound right or good to him but in the end I mean well. Having siblings isn’t a burden nor is it something we should take for granted. If we love our siblings and respect each other it is the greatest gift, they are definitely the best friends we have for life. I don’t really believe in the word “best friend” any more since I’ve been burnt but one day I hope that my brother and I can be one.
Favouritism, who gets what, how much we’re loved, doesn’t matter to me anymore. I’m glad my parents devote so much time to him and are so proud of him because I am too. Good luck Vinson, the HSC is just a milestone in your life and you’re going to hop over it with no trouble at all! Your life is ahead of you, you have the brains and the looks - use it well! I know you think it’s weird when I express my feelings towards you but…get use to it?
With lots of love your sis
P.S. these are probably the few “OK” pictures of the two of us that I have and it’s OLD! We need to take more pictures…
“…levels of serotonin in couples who are madly in love are comparable to people suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. So, also as long suspected, love is an obsession.”—Why Do We Fall In Love? (via amandarae)