September 2011
35 posts
“Ask yourself what you are worried about if same-sex marriage is legalized. Whatever your answer is, ask yourself if you really believe what you just came up with. Homosexuality is not going to spread. It is not communicable. Society is not going to turn into a Lady Gaga video. Most gay couples I know are just as boring as you and I. They sit on the couch and watch television. They work at the post office, the hospital, the grocery store, and at real estate agencies, just like heterosexuals do. They eat out at restaurants and shop at Target. Many have pot bellies and don’t have much fashion sense, just like me. They own pets, and go to church. They volunteer, sing Christmas carols, and buy Girl Scout cookies. What are you afraid of? What is going to change by allowing these people to commit to one another and enjoy the benefits that you and I enjoy: tax breaks, insurance breaks, bereavement leave, medical leave to care for a sick partner, domestic violence protection, visitation of partner in the hospital, burial determination, medical decisions on behalf of partner. Really sexy stuff. You and I take these things for granted. Nobody wants to go through life not knowing how they will deal with some of these difficult moments in life. Imagine if you were denied any of the above rights when the time came for you and your spouse to exercise that right? I’ll tell you what it would feel like. It would feel like you were a second-class citizen.”
—Why A Heterosexual, Married, North Carolinian Father Of Three Cares About LGBT Equality (via hyperbeam)
What we REALLY learned on the first Episode of Season 3.
Blaine HATES long pants and can’t resist a bow tie.
But hey. It’s not unusual.
Kent State Shout Out on Glee!
Just made my life! That’s where I go. :D
Kurt and Rachel should not get into college at New York and go to Kent State instead.
And in the spinoff they should totally film on campus…
Haha I know it’s not possible, but it’d make my life. A girl can dream, right?
I got sorted!
And all my life I’ve been told I was a Slytherin. It used to bother me, actually, not because I think badly of Slytherins. Not at all. I was always infuriated whenever anyone said all Slytherins were death eaters, or evil back-stabbers. I always fumed in disgust when I re-read the part in the books when Harry pleaded “Not Slytherin! Anything but Slytherin!” But it bothered me when it came down to it, because I always wondered if that was what people saw me as. They were always so sure of themselves, looking at me and claiming “Slytherin,” and I always thought “why?” Was it because I was mean? Did they not like me? Did I strike them as cut-throat and nasty? Could they see me blindly following the Dark Lord? I mean, I didn’t associate these things with Slytherin, but it seemed pretty clear that the books did… and so, I felt, did the majority of Harry Potter fans.
So coming up to my sorting I was incredibly nervous. I did my best to answer the questions honestly so I could know my true house.
And I got put into Ravenclaw.
I was shocked, confused, and slightly proud. I had showed all those so sure of my belonging to Slytherin wrong. They pegged me falsely, and for that, they should feel apologetic at the very least. I could look them in the eyes and tell them JK Rowling herself had sorted me as a Ravenclaw, proving me not as malicious and terrible as they thought.
But my cousin and sister, both assured of their Ravenclaw-ity, were sorted into Slytherin. My sister, who loathed Slytherin (and been one of the many who had told me Slytherin was my calling), was at first appalled. Until she read the letter.
I read it as well, and I must admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. Slytherins have a great history and are great wizards. Even Voldemort was great, as Ollivander put it, “terrible, but great.” They’re on their way to the top and they’re not afraid to show it.
While I am incredibly proud to be a Ravenclaw, and am excited to rock the blue and bronze and win the cup for my house, I still identify much with Slytherin. I will forever hold a soft spot for the misunderstood green and silver. I hope my cousin and sister will show all those doubters out there that Slytherin is not a house to be hated, but a house full of great potential. I sometimes wish I was there with them, proving everyone wrong.
But instead, I will be here in Ravenclaw, desperately trying to defend myself at the family reunions against what will be the undoubted constant barrage of Slytherin pride. I must say I look forward to it.
I got my Pottermore email!!
I’m so excited I can’t even type.
So happy I have no classes tomorrow!!!
I stopped looking at the Pottermore tag on Tumblr...
…until today. BIG MISTAKE.
