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With just under two hours to submit two assignments, I was in the heart of crunch time. Typing 100 words per minute in a vacant classroom, a young man enters, says hello and heads to the back of the class.

He says “sup bro” and I reply, with one my automated messages. He makes small talk about the weather, while I rush to finish my work. He asks me my sexual orientation, when I reply straight, he proclaims with a smirk:

I’m cool with the whole homosexuality thing, but I don’t want my son growing up to think that being “gay is ok”

He rambles on about how it’s a choice, “they” should not be able to parade the streets, and this is what I had to say:

You’re worried your son or daughter might think gay is acceptable? That’s odd because you said that it’s a choice. We happen to live in North America, where everyone has a voice.

It’s okay to be gay, but they can’t be proud? What’s the point of representing anything, if you can’t say it out loud?

Being gay doesn’t make a couple, bad parents; being straight doesn’t make it right

The kids exposed to same sex parents, won’t grow up wanting to fight

In fact, those same kids will see the world for what it really is

Two adults who were brave and didn’t stick to the script

An incomprehensible place, the act of random truly is at work

So who’s your son to love a person without breasts under a shirt?

Who says your daughter can’t love one, with hair as long as hers?

Look at me, I’m twenty-two, about 5’6, and black

What’s the difference between black & proud and gay & proud?

Who are you to tell anyone what’s restricted and what’s allowed?

How do you know my parents aren’t two males? Or two loving mothers?

You’ve got one life to live, don’t spend it diminishing others.

I packed up, and left. Not because I was offended, but because I really had to get work done. I’ve flirted with the idea of writing short stories involving same sex relationships. Not for the controversy but because it’s a part of life as any other relationship. My race, religion, and sexual orientation should not dictate what my content should be based on. I feel I can write about whatever I want, whenever I want. I won’t be placed in a box and labeled with a theme or genre of writing, but rather, let my blog help define who I am. So as I experience, my blog will too. As will you, as will the stranger at the back of the room, and so will his children. In this world there really is no right or wrong. If that was the case, books from centuries ago would reign supreme. Humanity would be too afraid to step out of the norm. The choices you make are subjective, as is anyone else’s. That’s why life is so unpredictable, that’s what makes it exciting.

That’s what makes things worth loving,

That’s what makes it so inviting.

That’s why love comes when you least expect it,

When you most regret it,

You curse it screaming “if only I met you 10 years later!”

Deep down you know if that was the case,

You’d be in a different position

In a different race

A different person

Walking a different pace

With a different perspective

Looking for different things

And you would have walked right past the love you have today

The love you’ll have tomorrow

Because love is omnipresent

Its loud, controlling, dominate, it never sticks within your confinements

Its disruptive, nagging, and never lets you finish assignments

It keeps you up late, can’t think straight

It never asks permission and is rarely invited

So you laugh and blush, for as much as you try to fight it- it’s

Only here when it’s ready, and whenever you’re not

So you love everything unconditionally

Because who knows when you’ll get another shot…

~ Jay

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About 50 shadesof jay

I figure I can browse for a home on the line, faster than i'll be able to buy one made of bricks.
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