RP
Cross Dressing, Candy Corn, GaGa, and Halloween.
Yes, I did undergo a sex change. Yes, that was a joke (only not really)
Yes, I totally support cross-dressing/dressers.
YES, I did wear a crotch piece, Anon…
Enjoy my nerdy-ness.
Stay fabulous.
Doug Stanhope on indoctrination (via liberal-life)
THIS IS A QUOTE. I DO NOT WISH TO OFFEND THOSE WHO MIGHT BELIEVE THIS….CHRISTIAN FAITH…. BE OPEN MINDED, AND ALLOW ME TO EXPRESS MY LIKING WITH THIS HERE CHOICE OF WORDS.
(Source: reddit.com)
Luis Rodriguez (born 1933) was admitted into the Critical Care Unit last Thursday, but has stayed strong. He had three masses in his stomach, one being lymphoma, and very cancerous. He’s battling kidney stones, and a slue of other medical complications. When he was in his 30’s, he suffered an aneurysm, leaving him immobile. This man is my grandfather. Mine. I held his hand. The cold emitted from his fingertips melted against the warmth in mine. His eyes opened. He spoke. Not to seem completely cynical, but I wish he hadn’t. People are like time capsules. They maintain ideals that have only been permissible in their time. Some people have visions of change, but nothing here had changed. Just as horrid as the sickness he bared, were the words he expressed. I always say good intentions are all that matters; My grandfather wants the best for me, but what about what I think is best for me?
“How’s the love life” as he chuckled, but quickly coughing, as if a laugh was enduring an entire work day.“Non-existent haha, But you’ll be the first to meet them” I lied. “I need to check HIM out, and HE must be a Christian man” That cool sweat began to drip, as if stage lights beamed behind me, taunting me, reminding me that I now had a monologue to perform. what separates life from the stage? On stage I let myself go. In life I hold on so hard so that nothing of mine can be further broken. Just like the immense expectations from a LIVE audience resonating through your mind and soul, was the spiting feeling exerted from my entire family who stood awaiting my reply.“Oh,” I said. “Why a Christian?” My question was hazardous. Mine “Because! or else HE’S no good for you, HE’LL never be enough” he ignorantly said. (I GUESS THIS MEANS I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH?) “What constitutes as good, You say I need a Christian, but is that all?” I composed myself, regained my stance. “Well, HE must be a hard worker. If not how else will you eat?” (I GUESS BEING A WOMEN, I HAVE NO RIGHTS OF MY OWN) “I’ll feed myself. I’ll work myself. I’m all I need. “ I said holding back tears of frustration. He replied ”If you want a MAN with worth, HE’LL need to believe in God” (I GUESS I HAVE NO WORTH EITHER) “You keep saying HE? What if I married a women? *In my mind* (an Atheist ? An animal? A CATHOLIC?!!!). He quickly answered ”You’d go to Hell. (I GUESS I DESERVE HELL TOO) *Silence* Staring at me now, he began telling me how wonderful, and intelligent I am (if he only knew…would he still love me?) My grandfather and I danced around the stage for hours. I thought about my favourite film “Moulin Rouge”. Where Zidler said ” The show must go on Satine. We’re creatures of the underworld. We can’t afford to LOVE. I knew in essence I’d “leave the Moulin Rouge” once high-school finished. I know my family will disown me. But, it’s funny. Because the one by his bedside has been the bi Atheist. I love you grandpa :) , even though you wouldn’t love me if you really knew me…
For those struggling with being different, (whether it’s beliefs, career paths, sexual orientation, what have you) I want you to know that just because some people are deemed “family” or any title, doesn’t give them top priority. You shouldn’t automatically assume they love you. I know I-L-Y is inside the damn word, but that doesn’t mean shit. It’s disingenuous if they’ll only “love” YOU being SOMEONE ELSE. Stay true to who you are, because someone out there is just like you, and is counting on you!
I love you,
-RP
