I was brought up in the South. WAY BELOW THE MASON-DIXIE LINE. Down here, since I am presently home for the Thanksgiving holiday, you are to go to church, get married, have children, retire, and live the rest of your life in a bittersweet existence with lemonade, SWEET tea, and peach cobbler.
I DON'T AGREE.
My biggest beef with the South is not its customs, but what it holds as being morally correct. One of those customs is its take on homosexuality. Now, I am not a homosexual, but I am not a heterosexual or a bisexual. I am a lover of love.
YEAH I SAID IT!
To be a lover of love, one must allow for love to lift them where they belong, not what the other person has in their pants. I am writing this into a blog because I have recently been met by this wall of "confusion." It's a wall of confusion because if you think this way down here then you are a confused being.
FUCK THE SOUTH, OR BETTER YET, FUCK AMERICA.
I am NOT down with conformity. I will love whomever I choose to. I will no longer worry what the next person thinks. That life is over for me, and I thank GOD for it.
YEAH I SAID GOD IN THIS BLOG ALONG WITH CONDONING LIBERATED SEXUALITY!
I think that He would not mind me loving whomever I want. I thought He wanted His children to be happy. If this person or that person (notice when it comes to people it's not about he or she) makes you happy, then go for it. Fuck protocol. Fuck conformity. Fuck what the next person says.
I AM DECLARING IT NOW.
I am IN LOVE a person that makes me happy. Isn't that what the ULTIMATE goal is in relationships???
I THOUGHT THAT LOVE SHOULD BLIND YOU WITH A BLISSFUL FANTASY???
What happened to that???
