My father’s mantra over the past eight or nine years has been, “Love the sinner, hate the sin.” It is the guiding principle in his relationship to me since I came out to him. There are a few problems with the practical application of this mantra.
Since when did my life become the basis of a friendship falling apart? Yes! People! I Shyvone, a person of one am solely responsible for the demise of a friendship all because I refuse to date a woman or any woman who sexually identifies themselves as being straight. EHHH Stupid?
Scattered thoughts and unfamiliar scents that are dusted on your neck and your fair complexion that stands out in the night, as your sweet kisses consume me, I become a thief, trying to steal moments that me and you can connect once again and bring back that feeling of belonging.
On Friday I had my interview for acceptance to the Masters of Social Work program. I was completely caught off guard by a couple of the questions I was asked during this interview and to be honest, I was not quite sure how I was supposed to respond.
The first question was, "How would you respond to a client who was of a different culture."
This year, Day of Silence made me want to scream.
Everyone is making a big deal out of Obama being (partially) black and Clinton being a woman. What an exciting time to be alive and witnessing politics! You know what would be a whole lot more controversial and a whole lot more exciting? I would like to see someone who is gay run for president.
This topic has been wrung dry and I apologize. i just need to get my thoughts out.
Isn't it funny how many stages of life and struggle we experience through our twenties. I'm a woman and a few months shy of turning thirty. I'm not single, I have a domestic partner. We share in a committed and loving relationship. However, financial strain has kept us apart from daily love-fest. You know the one.
This is my mind at 1:05. My mind could wander on for miles if I let it. Instead it travles through the years of my life. Speeding off into other realms that 'used to be'. Used to be me and little bits of me that have seemed to have been pulled from my past midnight file cabinet.
