Lisa, 23, feminist, jewish (and badly agnostic). To the best of my ability to determine, my sexual orientation is "sprung rhythm" and my gender expression is "fabulous badger". (She/her/hers pronouns are fine.)EMT, aspiring PA. Poetry, intersectional feminism, Pacific Rim, Night Vale, Circle of Magic, language, biology, and eclectic nerdery. Whovian blogging will resume when Moffat stops fucking everything up.If it involves dragons or iambic pentameter, you'll probably find it here.
WARNING: CURRENTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF AN X-FILES LIVEBLOG/FEELINGS SPIRAL. If you don't want X-Files spoilers and lots of Scully feelings, TURN BACK NOW.
Just because I think everyone should have equal rights does not make me a lesbian. Even if I am a lesbian, I am not evil. For the record, I am not (typically) attracted to women. I can appreciate the aesthetic beauty of women and not be attracted to them. For that matter, I can also appreciate the beauty of men and not be attracted to them. I can appreciate the beauty of every gender, which is more than your heteronormative, cisgendered ideology accepts. If you think I am just an intellectual know-it-all, Wikipedia has excellent articles explaining those terms and actually that is where I learned them. I can also appreciate the beauty of asexuality. If I can appreciate the aesthetic beauty of all genders, then I can appreciate the aesthetic beauty of love regardless of which gender/s it is between. If you would read the latter part of the book you are so fond of bashing over my friends’ heads, perhaps you might learn something. If you think there is a Big Menacing Gay Conspiracy that will take away all your rights, I invite you to read this. If you use a shield to kill someone, it is a weapon. STOP USING MY RELIGION TO HURT PEOPLE.
A Former Conservative
If more Christians were like you, the world would be so much better. As a non-Christian, I’m thanking you for showing us that this religion, like a good many of them, is made of beauty and kindness instead of crazy.
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Anger, that beautiful daughter of hope, demands action. Anger changes things. It seeks to correct the injustice that offendedness merely wants to savor. Anger sees injustice and tries to rip it out at the root. Offendedness looks at injustice the way a oenophile looks at a nice bottle of Chianti — wanting to preserve it in the cellar with the rest of the well-stocked, impeccably organized collection so that one day it might be taken out and enjoyed, swirled on the tongue to luxuriate in every piquant note of flavor.