Catch up 4

Day 13 - Favorite childhood show

I think it was Power Rangers, Mighty Morphing, Zeo, Turbo. Those ones. Yeah, I was a weird one when I was little. Mom didn't put it on PBS, so I never watched Sesame Street or any of that. I did however watch Highlander the Series.

Day 14 - Favorite Male Character

Okay, this will be broken down.

• The Doctor (Doctor Who) - "He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and can see the turn of the universe." A brilliant man, wanting to help anyone oppressed, in danger or just lend a hand.  I love this man for that.
• Sam Tyler (Life on Mars) - "My name's Sam Tyler. I had an accident and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma or back in time?" Sam's a woobie, but he's a man of justice. Still did his job even when he ended up in a coma.
• Sam Seaborn (West Wing) - I can't remember a quote for him right off. Sam's funny; he's a klutz like the president. He could be president if he wanted to (Bartlett told him that.). He was dedicated, focused. He wrote well and could do it under enormous pressure.
• Mac Taylor (CSI NY) - Seriously, the man can and will do his job even with his life on the line. Former marine also.
• Jip (Human Traffic) - The Prince of Paranoia. He makes me laugh. That and his friends. I almost started para-quoting him in a story. Almost, I stopped myself.

( Days List )

This is all the fault of the last two sentences.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the one working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am a warrior for my country serving proud, but can’t be my true self because gays aren’t allowed in the military.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the person who isn’t sure what she is. I am the who is rejected by her “best friends” because of a less-than-conventional crush.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson.”
This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of brutality . Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. Murdered because he was gay.
If you believe that homophobia is wrong, then reblog this.
If you are ignorant, then ignore this.

(Someone posted it on FB, so I'm posting it here. I believe we, as Americans, need to start showing what our constitution believes in, not just what our own selves believe in.)