My favorite topic: Sexuality.

Ah, yes, you readers from Knox and Indian River. Did you know I'm homo? If you didn't, now you know. And now you don't have to be so nervous when I peep on you in the shower.
Totally kidding! Be worried, I'm not the only one there. (:

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Sexuality is a very controversial topic in today's world. The narrow minds of the present-day society is directly relevant to the ignorance gay people face all around the world. It's 2011, people. Change should have happened years ago, but it didn't. We as a human race are too lazy to change; we are impatient and a very high-maintenance species. We have butlers, children to do our work (which sucks!), maids, shoufers (I have NO clue how to spell that), waiters, and assistants. We cannot and will not do everything by ourselves simply for the fact that we love to sit on our asses and relax most of the day. 2011 is a year for new beginnings, new ideas: 'peace' is such an overused term, people ignore it like a tumbleweed bouncing in the breeze. Our laziness has taken over our world; economies are turning over, more crimes are being committed, and more hate is forming. Gays do nothing wrong. We are not abominations, and we are certainly not second-class citizens. Gay marriage is a right. Period.
Marriage, intended for the narrow-minded heterosexual homophobes, was between a man and a woman. A white dress, a nice tux, all white with roses. Ha! Such a cookie cutter wedding. But when someone gets a... penis-shaped cookie, TWO OF THEM, all hell breaks loose. Why? Because, nobody can't handle the fact that gay people might actually be important to today's society.

Think of it like this:
The world, as stated by so called 'experts', cannot handle over one-billion people. We are over six-billion. Millions are homeless and starving, nervously waiting for death to come by, or simply praying for a miracle everyday they live. If every woman and man were heterosexual, there would be more children. The world would most definitely overpopulate; the rich people would survive and the not-so-rich would be that same tumbleweed.

Hell, Martin Luther King Jr. got us out of the segregation era; Abraham Lincoln won the Civil War, preserving the Union and ending slavery with the Emancipation Proclamation. Aside from slaves being abused and hung (though a lot gay people are), what is the difference? Yes, there is slowly-forming tolerance for sexuality out there, but its moving too slowly.

Homosexuals are not any less of a person that a guy that likes vagina, or a girl that likes penis. We may be saving the world, and to this day, gay people are committing suicide because they do not like themselves.
The government overlooks this a little too much because they're gay. WHO THE HELL CARES? We pay taxes, we keep their jobs. They need to listen, or else they aren't a politician.

(eh, this blog sucked!)

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"Men are born equal but they are also born different."
~Eric Fromm

Karma's a Bitch, and so am I.

(I promise that my next blog will be something... not-so-depressing! Also, this one won't be very professional sounding. This is a literal rant.)

Don't mess with a flaming homosexual. Kay? (Wow, what a stupid opening! I like it!) Being one myself, I have the... carelessness, if you will, of a guy, yet the flare and overreactions of a girl. What makes me laugh is if someone starts a fight, and then will just simply start ignoring you. OKAY.
DOES ANYONE ELSE FIND THAT ANNOYING? They'll start fighting, and you're just like, "Fucking say something. I DARE YOU." You know? That's how I am. When I argue, I end it. No, I don't; I let it continue. I want it to. I want to make their life miserable if they want to try and step up to bat my pitches. The fucking things I throw at them... psht, three strikes and they're out. OUT. And don't think the game ends there. Oh no. I hateee when people think they can stand up to me and me not say shit because I'm a nice person? And then, when someone does something nice for me and then I give them an attitude (not parents!), and then they're all like, "I DID THIS FOR YOU, AND YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?!"
For you readers that I specially send my blog to, you know I'm a nice person until provoked (well, if you don't you will know). I do not start shit with anyone unless they start it with me. Sure, I gossip. Sure, I shit talk. Do I spread shit around the whole school? Nope. Do I post everyone's business and names on facebook? No!
And then they try to insult me. Uhm, no. That's not going to work. I only open up to people I can tell are extremely nice and good friends; people open up to me just like that and I don't say much about myself. If you're planning on being mean to me and ruining my life, disregard me as your friend right now. Mind you, if we get into a petty argument or just an argument in general, I'm not going to harass you and call you cruel names to make you feel bad about yourself, UNLESS you do it to me first.
I do NOT provoke arguments; hell, I've never fully argued with someone. I'm THAT nice. I can say some meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan shit. But do I? No. I was raised to be kind to everyone. Have I done that? Hell no, but if you say I'm mean, then let's restart our first impressions.

Hi, I'm Joey, and I'm a flaming homosexual. I'm a nice, genuine person that will do anything for anyone; push me over the edge and expect to fall down with me.

So, any more friends out there?

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Gah, that was stupid and repetitive and just retarded; no editing and no word choices, I just need to rant.

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"Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. "
~John Milton.

Internal Confusion

Codependency is one of my weak points. Relationships stick with me forever like an STD no penicillin can cure. My immune system can't flush out the infection of past memories; my brain can't remember to forget the times wasted trying to change the inevitable. 

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September 23rd, 2010 - November 24th, 2010... a relationship moonshine can't even wash away. R.I.P: to rest; no resting is involved with the unfinished business waiting to be completed. I, for one, do not wish to unravel the mummies of past boyfriends. I like to keep them in their coffins and to not be bothered for the rest of my life.
When an ex-boyfriend messages you about how breaking up with you was such a mistake, you must not forget the things he did to break up with you; in my case, a GIRL, mind you, he broke up with me. Twice. My codependency keeps me on my boyfriend's chain, reeling me back in whenever he wants me for his disposal. Only being abused by that chain over and over again until the pain is unbearable will you finally learn where the chainsaw is hidden. The chain is still tied to your ankle, but you allow nobody to use it as a leash. Ever again.
Pull out the headstone and dig up the body. Look at it. Look at the maggots feasting on the negative thoughts. They are your sign of the withering tissue and skin your once-healthy relationship upheld.  No more Botox or surgery; this body is already buried, and buried it will stay.
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 "Him closing his eyes to me opened my eyes to him."

~Tigress Luv
(Her's was: "His closing his eyes to me, opened my eyes to him", but I just fixed it. All credit still goes to her though. Link to her website: http://tigressluv.com)

Something Vague: In the midst of chaos;

Your poetry is beyond words.

The "Speak Your Mind" versus Rudeness.

I don't mind people that speak what they're thinking and feeling. If in a conversation about the topic, sure, go ahead. If you're going to call someone out in high school about talking shit behind your back, do it; HOWEVER, when someone points out your flaws, that's fucking rude. "Your butt looks saggy in those shorts," a twelve-year-old says to me. "It really does, Joe," her mom adds.
When the fuck did I ask for someone's opinion? Sure, you're allowed to speak your mind, but it doesn't mean you SHOULD. I was raised to be kind of everyone; though I haven't done that well, I don't point out people's flaws out of nowhere.
AND THEN, little Ms. Twelve-year-old asks me for some food. Why would I give you food when you insult me? Don't respect me, I don't respect you.
Now, I know you 'badass' and 'outspoken' people would say stuff like, "Oh, well she was just telling you the truth." Read what I just said. You're not 'badass' when you make people feel like shit.
I'm all for speaking what's on your mind, but when it gets into insulting someone else... expect the worst, because the best you will not see.

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"Listen to your heart above all other voices."

~ Marta Kagan

Taking the first step is the most important part of any journey.

Introductions are so formal. Yuck! It makes me feel like I need to stand on a pedestal with my four note cards, keep eye contact while telling basic facts about myself to make myself sound somewhat interesting.
Introductions aren't necessarily true, either; sure, they tell facts and some things that have happened in your past. But hey, if someone really wanted to know about you, they'd ask. They'd become your friend and you would learn about them in a non-boring way; however, this is cyberspace, dammit!

Bonswa (my spelling for some other-language-word meaning "hello")! I got interested in blogging by watching the movie "Julie & Julia". I plan on getting a couple of viewers, not to make a movie out of my life though. Like any other person, my mind is always working, talking and arguing with its own thoughts and feelings. Privacy is key for me, but speaking my mind is nothing I am ignorant about. Controversy is an extremely passionate topic for me; whether its about gay marriage, religion, relationships, bad choices, or just ignorance in general, controversy ru(i)ns this world. Passion and caring is a prerequisite to argue with someone.

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  That wasn't so boring, was it?


 “The passionate controversies of one era are viewed as sterile preoccupations by another, for knowledge alters what we seek as well as what we find.”

- Freda Alder