HomophobiaAs I hold her hand and walk down the street, they stare and call out, "Dykes."As I eat my lunch and holds hands with him, a family sends their 7 year old to give us a note that they are praying for our souls.As I tell them who she really is, I can see their smiles become strained.When I give them a hug, I feel how they stiffen.When I kiss you good bye, I know they are shaking their heads.When they ask who else shares this ring, I should be able to say your name without fear.They call us perverted, but they are the ones who focus on our love life.They say we ruin family values, when they are divorcing and remarrying many times over.They ask us how we can do this to our families, our lives, our children, and I can only reply,"You told us you loved us, yet now you act as if we have a disease. You ask how we can bring ourselves into a world of bullying and ask our partners to be as out as we are if they aren't. How we can let our children be teased because of
HomophobiaI loved that boy with all my heart,And yet you were driven to tear us apart.All your rants and all your speeches,All your protests our spirits it leeches.Just because our love to you was something new,Doesnt mean our souls were any different from you.But that didnt stop you from spreading all your rage,Still you longed to trap our spirits within your brutal cage.So one night you thought it would be great fun,To hunt some of our innocent down with a gun.Little did I know it was my lover you tracked down,Perhaps if we had known we would have left this God forsaken town.And even no matter how much he begged and pleaded,Your mindless ignorance blinded you from the words you had been heeded.So you let your finger go and pulled back upon your trigger,And then you watched him die as you grinned proudly of your vigor.I wish I had been there that night so I could have told him good-bye,Yet I wish I had taken his place that night so it could have been I left to die.
HoMoPhObIaEw, look at thatFather, grab the batShe raped me with her eyesShe speaks of love, liesPerversity and sinOur side is larger, we will winSatan knocks at our doorTheir love is slime upon our floorWe can't touch them, it is wrongStoners, sex-dolls, the list is longKill her now, don't you see?There is no heaven for her or meBurn them in the church they taintTheir lies, our fear, the life it ain'tWe'll fear him till he's deadHe has a boy in his bed!Sinners, one and all!Kill them, kill them all!Your slumber parties safe againYour sports teams are without sinThey chose this fate, not ITeach the dykes and fags to die.
Homophobia1 April 2009Anti-HomophobiaHomophobia is the irrational fear of, aversion to, or discrimination against homosexuality or homosexuals. A survey of over 1,000 people in Europe and North America, 42 percent of Americans say that homosexuality is wrong, compared with just 21 percent of those in the United Kingdom, 16 percent in Italy, 13 percent in France and 9 percent in Holland (Fetto). Homosexuality is not an immoral sin, unnatural way of life, nor a means for pedophilia or targeting children for recruitment, but this was and still is very widely believed. Homosexuality deserves respect, not fear.Gays molest children. Or so many thought. The majority of adults in North America incorrectly believe that there is a high degree of pedophilia within the adult homosexual community (Robinson). Belief that gays frequently abuse children is believed to be responsible for widespread opposition to gay teachers in the public school
Ridiculous HomophobiaEarlier this year, after I came out as biaffectionate, a few of my friends started asking why there was such a fuss over same-sex marriage and adoption, or even army enlistment for sexual minorities. They wondered why our school suddenly needed a gay-straight alliance so badly; there had been no record of prejudiced discrimination in the past. They asked me why there was such pressure from equal-rights lobbyists to include sexuality in the legislations regarding hate crimes. What they wanted to know most of all, then, was why the rainbow community had to have the same kind of legal and social protections in place that the African-American populace had to fight so vigorously for during their own Civil Rights Movement.The answer was astonishingly simple, and yet it was that very simplicity that drove the pounding madness into my heart all the harder: the LGBT community required such measures because its people were stopped short of telling the rest of the world who they were
HomophobiaTodayWhen my mothers took me outA man came upAnd told us that we where disgustingI didn't understandMy Claire-Mama didn't let me watch the local newsAnd kept the newspaper awayWhen it had nothing to do with the funniesI didn't know whyMy Laura-Mama was angry when she came homeAnd when I went to greet her and asked her what was wrongShe simply said that people where stupidWhen my Clair-Mama was transferred againTo a big city in CaliforniaNamed San FranciscoI was able to read and watch the newsMy Laura-Mama wasn't angryAnd she laughed a lot moreShe said that she was happyBecause no one was really stupid hereWhen I walked around the streetMy Mama's holding my handsNo one came upAnd said we where wrongSo why did that manWho was just like my Mama's and meCome up and said thatWhen we did nothing bad?
DysphoriaThe festival today was really fun, but seeing all those shirtless guys walking around made me really jealous. I want that to be me. I want to show of my abs.Or my manboobs.Whatever.And my mom publicly announced me as her daughter. I was sure I had passed before then.I went in for an autograph from Max Collins of Eve 6 (AWESOME), and he looked a little confused when I told him to make it for Emmett. He seemed alright with it, he just assumed I was a girl.I just feel myself being so angry all the time. I'm always yelling at my mom and I'm more introverted than ever. I feel like I'm turning into someone else, when all I want to be is myself.I guess the anger towards my mom comes from her not accepting me as a boy. I just want to bind and pack, and circle 'M' on forms. I want to be a son, a brother, a nephew, a 'he'...An Emmett.