I WANT A REFUND

Can someone in the dept of gays please direct me to customer service
b/c it seems 2 me that these nigga aint worth shit
the fags snd queens a bitch just cant take
and the next one that pops of at the mouth
is gonna cause me to catch a case
all these "serahims" are flyin around cryin holier than thou
and the rest of these queens are singin i shall wear a crown
everyones Dl discreet or down
im im standin here lookin like im coming out
im sick of the rumors the talkin and the shade
so lady juss give me back the money i paid
the blood sweat tears and time i invested
to look so good that the kids cant digest it
a waste of time
a waste of energy
but not this isnt for the world its just between u and me
i hate being gay only b/c i dnt want to be associated
i need a name
a title
or some better nomenclature
so heres my receipt
my id and what ever else you may need
now lady, can i just have my money back please?

PLEASE CALL!!!!!

TAKE ACTION TODAY!  CALL THE WHITE HOUSE

Stop Obama's Funding Freeze! 

Tell President Obama Not to Play Politics with
People Living With and Affected by HIV/AIDS

Monday night (1/25), President Barack Obama floated the idea of freezing all funding for all non-defense discretionary spending for three years. That means:

NO new money for AIDS treatment
NO new money for housing
NO new money for HIV prevention
NO new money for any of the programs we care about...

...for the rest of Obama's term!

Who does this hurt? Not big business or the military (where funding will continue to grow). It hurts poor people, the disabled and people with HIV/AIDS in the United States and around the world.

We're in the middle of an economic crisis, and people are losing their jobs, their homes, their health care. Waiting lists are growing every day for housing, and AIDS treatment and care. Syringe exchanges can finally get federal funding, but now there's no new money to fund them.

We have to push back and tell Obama not to play politics with people's lives!

TAKE ACTION TODAY!  CALL THE WHITE HOUSE

Call the White House and leave a message for Obama:

"We cannot fix the budget on the backs of the poor, disabled and disenfranchised.
Do not flat fund discretionary funding or global AIDS programs that save lives!"

The Campaign to End AIDS has set up a toll-free number
so you can leave a message at the White House:

Call 866-485-7668
(there's a 10 second lag before you hear a dial tone, so don't hang up!)

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HEARTLESS

We have all given our heart to someone, whether it was a friend who you confided in the mother who bore you the father who raised you or the people who love you. Many of these people will forever have a small peice of you heart and hold it dear and care for it like the percious item that it is. There has for many ,and will for others, come a day when a special person will come into your life who you dont have to love and that person will sweep you off your feet and check out whats left of your heart, blend with your soul and shower you with love. This blog isnt about the happy times its about what happens after the happiness is gone. You almost want to call the police and tell them that there is a jewel thief running free. The one problem with your report would be that you gave your heart away and now that the bond is gone you want it back. ITS NOT FAIR you say and as it hits you you must cry,eat,or sleep the pain away all the while knowing that there is a huge hole in your chest where your heart used to be. You find another you think could be right and just as you let down the wall you remember theres nothing there but an empty space. Why do people run away with our most precious possession why cant they just give us the closure we need to move on. What happens when your mind says you want to love again but there is no heart agree. I have met so many people who were once blessed with hearts of solid gold who have been robbed and left with sterling silver, I have seen hearts glass revealing all "hidden" within smashed and taped back together and finally my heart was diamond encrusted masterpiece, STOLEN never to be seen again. If he would just give it back i might be able to open up. Guys want me to tell them what my heart says and i always say i dont kno and really dont, i dont have one. So before i go i want to make a plea just tell me you dont love tell me you dont want me and that we can never be and magically my one of a kind pump will return to its rightful place and make me the loving warm person i once was. Where do broken hearts go? i dnt kno somebody stole mine but if i ever ill be sure to let you guys know!

2010

2010 is the year of completion i believe that god is going to finish all of the great works that he has started in my life so that i can move forward into my divine destiny. I am blessed to be in a new city with a fresh start and i can hear god saying its no accident that these people are coming into your life. Someimes when you on your way to a blessing you have no idea that god has set you up receive more than your mind can perceive of. Pre arranged favor is my phrase for 2010. God is calling us to release some things this year the dead weight that you have carried around, those people in you life that have been holding back and speaking failure over your life. This year you must cut away the dead so that the living god can grown in you. Im so excited about the work of god and his favor toward us. stay encouraged and god bless.

The library of hearts

this is just a silly piece that popped into my head juss wanted to blog a lil of it

The day i saw the first man i wanted to be with it never occured to me that i had checked my first book out of the library of hearts. A thick chocolate leather bound new age work book of fiction one with many chapters twists and turns. He was one of those books that is not recommended for children. I should have read the blurb. Several chapters in i realized that the syntax was too complicated and the concepts were too mature so with a solemn despair i gently closed the book and placed it back on the shelf for the next patron. My next selection was a tall beautifully bound book that looked to be around 230 or so pages. I snatched it from the shelf just as another hand reached up for it and cracked the cover with foolish anticipation. This was a work of romantic fiction about two lovers who found each other on a winters day and were inseparable from that moment. The book was complex enough to challenge me but easy enough for me to fall in love with every sentence and hang on every word. But as all good romances do this one had a twist one so severe it broke my heart and left me tears as i slammed its cover and fought the urge to scatter the pages about the floor. I hate the library of hearts big books tall book shorts books and skinny book. Drama, science-fiction, romance, childrens and so many more to choose from. Since i left my last book laying in the aisle i have searched high and low for the non fiction/ autobiographical section to no avail. Over the years i have passed many study nooks and witnessed others happily enjoying their selection. where is my page turner the book that if judged by the cover would relfect the genius within. Is there a filing system maybe an index that could direct me in the right direction because i am overwhelmed by the millions of books some off limits some reserved and mistakenly placed back on the shelf. Others are missing pages or have long lost prequels that are no longer available. I think i could be rich if i made cliff notes for the selections in the library of hearts.

emily dickinson-felt a funeral in my brain

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead,
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down--
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing--then--

ODE TO MY PAST

(press play on Sia- Breathe Me b4 u start)

As i stand on the edge of life changing decision i bid a thankful goodbye to my past. I wave a painful goodbye to my silver spoon a thankful one to the hostility that i have carried around toward those who only wanted to help. I am so thankful for those who have stood by me thru these last few painful years. Thru the loss of the love of my life the painful disconnection from my family the loss o my job and realization that my delusion of grandeur was just that, a delusion. Most of all i thank those who have stood by me thru my diagnosis with HIV i want to say a special thank you to those friends that have come into my life as a result of that life changing news. This is so hard b/c i don't know how to walk away from my life, the friends i have known for years the home that i grew up in, my mother who loved the the hurt away and help me the quietly without judgment thru the hard times when she could. How do you move to a place where no one knows your name and start over, a place that you dont know how to navigate neither geographically nor socially. I sat and cried for three days asking god why...the loss of Zola almost sent me to the edge but god told me i wasn't asking for the right things. So i asked to release me from all of my vices set me free from my materialistic needs sever my ties with the familiar and empower to walk into the dark night knowing that he is taking me toward a bright new day. I got everything i asked for. So i stand on te edge of the rest of my life and im ready to dive in. I love you guys but i gotta go. Onward i say, away from sleepless night toward days filled wit smiles. I pray that love is on the way. Its been 2 years all alone and im ready for something new ive got a fresh canvas and this time i want the perfect man there to help me fill it with vibrant colors. To the friends who will make it thru this transition know that our relationship will never change and you better come see me just bring a jacket. Chicago here i come to shake the foundation and turn the city upside down cause that new new bitch is comin 2 town and i have plans 2 hang around for a while.

Breathe Me - Sia

This is an old piece I just came across

originally written June 24 2008

what i can i say its one of those days when you dont know whether to cry or rejoice you kno that conditional happiness. Its like everything will be peachy when, or just as soon or (worst of all) after. could it be that im being a damn fool or do i really love this man. am i blinded by riches or smitten by a fire that now burns deep within my soul o that man. o the warmth he brings me the smile he places so gently on my face but the cold that remains in his wake... so on those dark nights wha am i to do who can i run to? i dont want anyone else i let the feelings for man i have wanted for years fall to the wayside the night he proclaimed his love. but o the pain waiting for this to die this blockage that places a hold on us this damn in our raging river of passion. so do i drop anchor here or turn around a seek somethin new but why would i do that? i have invested so much time emotion. 2 days ago i realized that my love for ***** had died only to realize that my love for he who shall not be named had grown from an ember into an ever-growing blaze. but i have been down this road before i kno it very well so i kno i should avoid it b/c its full of sharp turns pot holes and last time i remember travailing this path the bridge to happiness was out. CRASH went my heart my love and life in to a deep black abyss but i digress. i have chosen to trust this man i have to ask if someone would go to so much trouble to keep me when im not puttin out and clearly he doesnt need me truth be told i need him more than he needs me. trust is such an elusive thing when it comes to me i trust no one and have no faith in things unseen outside of the holy realm. my motto is show me b/c i have come to learn if i dont see it its not there. o the joy that fills my heart when i think of all that we could be, the envy of the gay lifestyle, a model for the up and coming the Barack and Michelle of the ballroom scene, polished, he a double o me a **** us the couple to be reconed with a house on the hill a little puppy and love that transcends understanding. o the possibilities. i love him. i Love him i cant believe i can say it and mean it and like it im getting teary i should stop but for some reason my hands my heart my soul cant say enough to describe how i feel right now i dont know who this letter is destined for but its open to all to explore the convoluted mind of a wife destroyed, a lady damaged and a woman scorned who is slowly but surely falling in love

I WAS JUST GETTIN INTO DEF POETRY JAM

THIS IS POWERFUL


SO DAMN TRUE


SAY IT

Introducing C.James Audigier-Pariz

HOW DOES THE CAGED BIRD SING?

how does the caged bird sing? how does it find the strength or the wind to part its beak and serenade the room when all it has ever known are the decorative bars that it finds itself surrounded by. i liken my life to that of the caged bird. My rock and my hard place have come to resemble the golden bars of its cage. My golden bars are the many formalities and the quagmire of bureaucracy that block my way. My golden bars shine and shimmer like the mask of contentment that i wear everyday, a painting of a glamorous, beautiful, and happy person that i pretend to be. Each morning i must muster the strength to keep up this image which protects the broken distressed and depressed person within. How does this caged bird sing a happy song when disappointment and heartbreak are all it has ever known. No family support and two serious unhealed heartbreaks that must again convalesce each time i pass the right scene or hear the right song. My personal failures, my negative self image and the loneliness my god the lonliness are weighing my feet further into this black hole. My song would be a greatest hits album with no number one single. you see i dont have enough happy times to make an album barely enough to make one song. I have been innmy cage so long i forgot what freedom is like and i forgot the way out. God where are you i have been calling you for years now and i havent gotten so much as a text i fear that i am dfeeling my faith slip away. Im beginning to show signs of strain infact i think im about to crack under the pressure. Everytime i think i see daybreak i realize its just the glow of the headlights of a happy wealthy passerby driving past my shack of pain toward his mansion of happpiness. Where do i go from here? Somebody please wake me from this nightmare. Hold on help is on the way right, hold on to what? I feel like i was shoved off a transatlantic flight and now im in freefall right toward the deep blue sea of depression where i will drown cold and alone. So tell me how does the caged bird sing



The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
-maya angelou

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The Transformation

The time is right im gonna pack my bags and take that journey up the road because over the mountains i see the bright sun shining and i believe ill find my happiness inside the glow. I dont know waht else to do in this blog but be real. The pain that i feel a daily basis is enough to warrant a morphine drip to the soul. My whole life i have just wanted to be sucessful and get away from this city. I love the people that surround me but it is important to understand i can no longer live here. I want to go somewhere far away from the pain away from my parents. This is my one chance to hit the reset button. I have torn my soul to pieces looking for that extra ounce of strength to press that damn button for years and i found it. If that means i leave zola behind thats just another layer that i shed with this move. Some may say im am running away from my problems but the truth is i am going to a place where i can shine where i have people who love me unconditionally and are willing to shelter me untill i can again stand on my own. I have never blogged this and its because prior to last monday i didnt mean it but here goes... i hate my parents from the depths of my soul they have left me broken and disillusioned with the future. While i am grateful for them giving me life i will move change my name and never return. It has occured to me that it is time to live my life for me and only me with no regrets. I will shoot for the moon and even if i fall i will land among the stars. Too many tears have been shed to many dreams have been shattered. The time has arrived. As my tears run out and my cheeks slowly dry to the mac matte finish that the world has grown accustomed to, my self confidence grows and i stand a little taller and when i finally stand tall enough to see over my mountain i will be blinded by the prosperity that god has in store for me.



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The Silver lining

You never really know how god is going to bless you. Some of the things that you chalk of to the work or Satan can be gods plan to bless you beyond measure. Sometimes i believe god has to set you up to receive your blessing. Have you ever been driving and realized that had you not left your id badge or your morning cup of joe that the accident on the expressway could have been you? Or that the daycare held you up just long enough to avoid being a hostage in the latest hold up lol. I belive that it was gods plan that i be infected so that i cant infect the world with knowledge. So i can save young men educate families and change the world. Some days i thank god for healing, healing you ask. MMM MMMM good my healing is like Campbell chicken noodle soup for the soul. Comfort peace and soothing reassurance that this too shall pass. Some days i thank good for sickness most days i thank him for the rain others times i ask him for undestanding and patience as i pray. Some trust in horses some trust in chariots but i will trust in the name of the lord FOR the name of the lord is a strong tower the righteous can run their race and they are safe! Its just when you want to give up hope and get tired of tryin right before you throw it all away, that you tear thru the padding and bull and you find what had been there all along...the silver lining just waiting to bless you on this, God's appointed day.

My Experience- By My Boy Tay

This is a poem frm the talent show in Denver CO during the retreat i attended so many wonderful friends i miss u guys future blog to coma about my experiences

It’s funny how an accidental needle prick can send you to the doctors, and then they tell you, “You’re sick.” It could’ve been the flu, pink eye, or hell let me get stung by a bee, But oooh no, I was sooo lucky…I caught HIV. Aint this some shit. I’m Track Captain, president of my class, but now everybody won’t see that, just the gay boy that’s gonna die fast. Feelings of pain & hurt with thoughts of death flooded my heart, I was scared, I felt alone, I didn’t know where to start. Inside me was a spy, an evil agent on the prowl, until that day, I never knew how much you could hate 3 letters, 2 consonants and that damn vowel! The “I” as in “I,” Have it & “I”, must live with it. If this is this is the reason I was born then mommy should had swallowed or spit. Dear God, there’s people killing, abusing, and bombing, just look at the TV, How dare you sit back and let this happen to me! My face was tough and my front was just as fake, but inside I was a mess & it was myself, I started to hate. God must had seen my struggle & sent me a me a hero, my medical teacher, an old grandma and a surgical pro. She said “Baby, what’s da matter; you haven’t been your crazy self. I couldn’t hold it any longer & told her of my health. She took a deep breath & smacked me in the head. She said “and you just gonna mope and let it strike you dead, baby, you may have HIV, but I got diabetes and that’s a wonder. Hell, If we don’t take care of ourselves, we both gonna be 6.ft under.” I took a deep breath & smiled a real smile, something that felt so good, it had been a while. She then said, “When God lets something happen to you, say ok and put it to work, don’t let it take over because it wants to lurk.” After that, I always think how bad my life could’ve been, like boys, HIV..I was just one big sin. Now, who would’ve thought that one day I would be, in the company of young wonderful adults that are positive and just because of HIV, which makes me more happy about the future whichever way it may go. But what does lil ole me know, I just wrote the here poem for a talent show.

The breath of llife

Ok so tonight in support group or facilitator told us to imagine that we woke up very disoriented with family and friends standing around. Suddenly it becomes apparent that you are lying in a hospital bed. Amid the low chatter you hear the doctor tell you mother to call in the family and finalize the plans for you only have 2 weeks to live. She then asked us what goes thru your mind. I began to wonder if i would thing of the things i had never gotten to do, the dreams that never came true the man i never found, the home i never brought and things of that sort. Or would i think about the mistakes i made and the time i wasted being mad a about stupid shit. in any case at that moment that hit me, life is too short. The saying is true there is no yesterday for it has gone and the is no tomorrow for its not guaranteed theres no day but today. All thru this whole ordeal that fact had never really meant that much to me. I began to think about living for today yet planning for tomorrow i thought about how i can cut down on time wasting and increase productivity, These thoughts coincided with deep contemplation about why i felt so stagnant in life. For a moment i saw everything so clearly. Then our facilitator drove it home she told us that someone in the room had zero t cells and had barely made it out of the hospital alive. Immediately tears, for a man i do not kno, began to flood my eyes i realized how stupid i have been to waste so much tme wallowing in my sorrow. I thought about how ungrateful i had been about having medicine and being healthy. I considered how much i poison my body. Suddenly i was overcome with joy. You may ask y and the reason is... god is awesome he is so good he gently rests upon me every morning to wake me and embraces tenderly until i drift off to sleep. God has kept me, he has given me peace and understanding in a time of storm and the will to live when others have chosen to die. My cup runs over with the little thing. I have had a few people ask what am i thankful for well, im happy for my life because it is a gift i am thankful for gods love and finally i thank god for my healing. Healing is not always in the body it starts with the soul which god has mended it trickles into the heart which god has patched the heart will heal the body someday even if its by a love of ppl that inspires someone to find a cure. My healing is the will to live the drive to succeed and the need to be a light for others. That's why i did my interview that is why my status is public and most of all that is why i have allowed my face to be on the front lines fighting for a HIV?AIDS free 2morrow! get at me 4 more info

THE HEART OF THE MATTER - INDIA ARIE

This song spoke 2 me i juss wanted 2 share

I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?

I've been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work they put between us,
You know it doesn't keep us warm

I've been trying to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my heart is so shattered
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

All the people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on
You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside

I wanna be happily everafter
And my heart is so shattered
But I know it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if you don't love me anymore
Even if you don't love me anymore

CONFESSIONS OF A HEARTBROKEN LONELY SOCIALITE

The constitution of the United states promises us 3 things, life which is given by god liberty which was forged by our forefathers and the pusuit of happiness. It is so ironic that they give us 2 things but charge us with the task of pursuing one. Happiness comes in many different forms for many different people. Some dream of wealth and prosperity others dream of the american dream white picket fence and all. I am a lil different. In all of my prayers hopes and dreams i wish for that which most do but i also long for a love that will rival all loves to come. Tonight as i sat and watch the Sex in the City movie i became jealous. A sense of loneliness that i have not know for a long time now encompassed me and i wept. The most simple things cause me to feel this way. I dont need houses and cars to be happy. A man with a lot of money is great but i dont need it. I want a man who can be there for me when times are ruff argue with me when we dont agree cringe when i grit my teeth in my sleep hold me when i cry and wipe the tears when im done. Is this too much to ask. If you are out there man of my dreams let me be the first to know. You cant imagine how hard it is to process one guy after another in the pursuit of my happiness, it is so draining. It has been almost 2 years since i have had a man to hold me when i sleep and kiss me when i awake. Person after person ask me a simple yet not so simple question, your beautiful smart and intelligent why are you single? I dont have the answer to that question and i fear i may never know. In this dark time in my life i just need someone 2 let me know its all gonna be ok. i want to love, i want to love like i have never wanted to love before. im ready. In this ifestyle everyone is so image conscious brows and labels balls and houses, i guess that is why i dont fit in. I go to great lengths to make myself beautiful, i mean come one everyone knows i have the brows of fury, but every mornin as i do my face darken my hair and make ready for the day and each night as i exfoliate and prepare for bed i wonder what is it all for? Being pretty is hard work many men see us pretty boys as unattainable spineless and bitchy. i am not one of those pretty boys. I am a housewife and loving spouse i am the man of your dreams. Most men are just 2 afraid to find out why. Rarely do most socialites give you a glimpse into their personal memoirs but these are mine. I share them with the hopes of finding love and my samantha charlotte and miranda. These are the confessions of a heartbroken socialite and you readers are my critics. thank you for your readership feedback and love.

UNTILL THE DAY I DIE

every night before i go to sleep i ask god if its wrong for me 2 hate u but i dont kno why because as hard as i try i just cant seem 2 convince myself that i care any less for you today than i did in salem gardens days. true, indeed that was along time ago and in my heart i grieve b/c the man i knew and loved is dead and gone and i kno nothing about the man that i see pictured in his vestments. i go thru the day thinkin of u and go 2 sleep at night praying and longing for you. respect me enough to read this and take it for what it is its a confession and a man of you religious valor should understand that. i feel stupid the craziest things remind me of u fights in the streets wssu my black watch bishop wl washingtons cd tye tribett and ga i made it thru, i could go on and on. i was inspired 2 write this b/c last night as i listened to Micheal Jackson's heal the world and i asked myself i wonder if he thinks of me. i dnt kno who ur newest chick is but i envy her as i will the ones 2 come b/c not even ur mother will ever love u the way i do. i ask god 2 burden ur heart with that fact. and yes i ask god for things assoc. with what u call a sin but as i see it god is love and love is of god and its never wrong in any form. my love is real. after i send this i feel as though i may never hear from u again but i hold tru 2 my word, if we cant be then i cant know you my soul is tied to urs. i think if i ever do find someone who completes me half as much as u did he will be cheated b/c a piece of my heart is pinned to your coat tail and it will follow u forever. before i grew up i would not be able to say this next part but i have matured and here it is...i wish nothin but the best 4 u i speak prosperity over ur life in the name of the creator i pray all your hopes and dreams will come 2 pass pressed down shaken together and running over and finally i hope that god opens ur eyes and broadens ur narrow horizons. i will close saying this...my love runs long like the nile, crimson like the red sea, high like mt everest and low live the grand canyon may u always remember that. never forget me never stop loving me cause i kno u do and i swear a solemn promise on my very life i will never stop lovin u.
always and forever

Gay Marrige Yes or No--A political take

Ok so the other day a close "friend" of mine posed a question "gay marriage yes or no?" of course given my sexual prerogative i said yes. He then told me that a preacher had asked "so what about bisexual people?". the response seems simple but when you begin to let it marinate, as it has for me all week, you begin to question your natural response. A gay marriage bill would protect the civil liberties of homosexual me and women all over the country. Lets analyze that idea. Civil liberty is an interesting subject. when you think about it you must ask yourself is it really possible to protect every persons civil liberties? The main argument is "i should be able to marry whomever i want". Now, back to the preachers argument, if one applies that to the seeming rational argument to the pro-gay marriage position you have a problem. If a bisexual person loves a man and a woman he/she should be able to marry both right? That is after all what the argument suggests. I, in response to the argument my friend brought up, said that's not rational nor is it right. Hmmmm but why? That is the argument of the opposition, its just not right. However in the quagmire that is politics what is right and what is wrong? What civilized and even most industrialized groups consider to right is the view of the majority. Majority vote is after all how we make laws right? So i ask, if you had been the person that the pastor had raised his argument against what would your response have been. but be careful not to get tangled up in your own opinion. It is common knowledge that in order to win a debate you must be firm in your position but educated on the opposition.

He Proposed - Kelly Price