Ron Baitey and Senator Peter Brunstetter can kiss my ass

I always said that I don't know what I want to write about all the time but when I do, you know it will be real. In Raleigh NC they just finished voting on a proposal to amend their State Constitution to codify marriage to specifically and only be between a man and a women. If this stupid thing passes, that will shut down all legislation for civil unions and same sex marriage in the state. North Carolina already has a ban on same sex marriage but they wanted to push the gay community and it is time for us to push back.

Fuck you Ron Baitey and your racist group Return America and fuck you Senator Peter Brunstetter. He is nothing but a Dixiecrat anyway. The Senator's wife was heard spouting racial idiocy when she was asked about Amendment One by one of the poll-workers. She was heard saying that her husband wrote the bill for protection of the white race and that this country was founded by white people. This bill may have more to do with race that sexuality.

Whatever it has to do with, they both can kiss my ass and I hope the people of this state has the sense to know garbage when they see it. That is all I have to say.

Is it me or does Nancy Grace have a jackass button?

So, I am looking at my round robin of  HLN hard hitters and I come to the conclusion that Nancy Grace may not have a jackass button. She is intelligent, so takes no shit, she is a bitch but a jackass she may not be.

They are talking about this case where you have this rich land developer and he is on trial for his wife's death. The defense is claiming that she died from spray tan liquid because her death is undetermined. So she is laughing calling it the Spray Tan Defense.

I am thinking to myself "she is not a damn bit funny".  That is when I realized her and I are a lot alike. We just can't stand much bullshit and she definitely can handle her business. I am not a jackass or a bitch but get me in the right state of mind I can play one on TV.

I don't know what I want to write about

One of the things I always pride myself on is not succumbing to the bullshit. I do my best to tell things like it is. On occasion I just don't know what I want to write about. On my You Tube channel and on this blog the title is "I Got Something to Say" but sometimes I don't know where to begin. I keep it short because I can ramble on and don't know where to end the conversation as well.

No matter what I talk about you know it is going to be real because I don't know what I want to talk about most of the time. To tell you the truth, I feel that I don't reach a lot of you or touch you in a way that makes you not want to be silent. 

Well I am too average to change now. Besides if I stop talking I might miss something I really want to say and I can't think of any example worse than wasteful silence. 

Funny what you get use too

It is funny what you can become use to in this life or at least funny how people turn out while handling the cards life has dealt them. Some people are bullied, picked on, stepped on, made to feel inferior and they quietly kill themselves while some go through the same pummeling to bring guns to loudly reap justice on those who hurt them.

Many people don't understand there is a third choice. People have done lots of things to me. When I first came to Atlanta, I lived in an environment where there was 5 or 6 of us in a one bedroom apartment. My patience and kindness was repaid with selfishness and disrespect. I remember some of the people tried to starve me out by hiding food in the refrigerator of a vacant apartment right next to ours so that no one else could get to it.  So while they were eating up other people's food they had much to spare. They would spread loads of lies about me that my own boyfriend would believe. I remember finally getting some food after not eating for three days and he throw the takeout food I had in the garbage disposal before I had a chance to eat it and others thought it was funny.

So you see, I never once thought about killing myself or taking another person's life after the trials people put me throw. The third choice is to gain your respect by keeping to who you are. You may not be able to change people but you can't let them change you.

Anybody want to take me to the royal ball?

If anybody knows anything about me, I stay to myself a great deal. I used to get accused of being snobbish or stuck because I did not like to hang with the mainstream. I loved it when other black people thought I did not like my own my race because I did not go out when asked. It was not that, it just that I am an introvert somewhat which means I did not hang around anybody. I have exhibited this type of behavior since I was young.

Now, I am at a point where I feel like I may want to go out more. Atlanta is a big town and I have not really been anywhere. Nobody has seen the real me go out to shake a tail feather and I can get down. Also, I have been invited to a few functions like the Human Rights Campaign Annual Dinner and the PFLAG Out with the Stars Dinner. Any guys out there want to be my date to help me impress the big heads?  hehehe

Also do not forget to go to http://www.change.org/petitions/reuben-lack-for-president to support Reuben Lack. This straight 18you high school student stood up for the gay community and the school district took something from him that he deserves. The petition is to support him because he was there for us.

Thank you to all my readers

I just want to blog today and say thank you to everybody that enjoyed the article about Dan Savage. I was apprehensive about writing the article in the first place. I did not want to seem as a traitor to my community for expressing my disappointment in Dan Savage's behavior in Seattle recently.

I believe the truth does not set you free but what you do with the truth will set you free. Though Dan Savage was expressing his view, he forgot he was dealing with children. He made of one of the audience members cry.  Children are not adults.

The second thing that got me off guard was the statement he made in reaction to people walking out.  We have no clue the type of hell others faced through dark periods of this country's violent hypocrisy. They are the ones that have been pushed and beat. Compared to those times we have just been pinched. Dan Savage made it sound like he and our community went through the fire, so he could stand up and bully others that don't know the whole story of how this country treated gay people.

Bottom line is, others felt the same way I did and I appreciated the support.  If you have not read the article please click the link and thank you.  http://www.examiner.com/article/more-bombs-do-not-stop-all-the-bombs

Dreampost

I'm doing something different that I usually do. Most days I would have my blog out by 6pm if possible but I am just waking up and had a strange dream. For me, dreams are like IMAX movies. It's as if I can live, in a world where I am the main character and sometimes it's as if I am standing on the side of myself seeing the event's unfold and then I would back in with the main character of the dream which is me to finish out the scene.

Last night I dreamed I was a student at some sort of school to learn how to help people. It seems like some sort of medical school.  Students were wearing white lab coats and teachers used medical terms.  I forgot my tablet so the substitute teacher allow me to use his.  It got to the end of class and I took the tablet with me for the next class which is going to be on the forth floor. I am trying to find the elevator but I kept getting lost or the elevator was not where people said it would be when I asked.

After a while I finally got to the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. When the ride started, I did not think there was going to be a problem, but then I noticed the ride was taking a bit longer than normal. I looked up and saw the ceiling was coming closer. The elevator was pushing me up to the ceiling.  I did not know what to do. I screamed for help but no one could here me. I tried to push open the doors but I could not open them. I looked up at the ceiling coming closer and with my strength I latched on to the elevator door and pushed both doors open.

I was there in the elevator shaft looking down. When I pushed open the doors that made the elevator speed up faster. I fell on my back because the ceiling was coming at me so fast. Again, did not know what do to.  I put my hands above my chest and caught the ceiling, while I was on my back, before the elevator crushed me. For a moment I was holding the ceiling at bay. Somewhere in the dilemma I calmed down a little and realized this was not a ceiling I was holding up but the bottom of another elevator. With all my might I pushed the elevator up further and further until I could stand up.  I used one of my hands and opened a second set of doors and got out of the elevator.

When I got out, I tried to tell people what happened but they acted like everything was ok.  I was breathing hard and gasping for air in shock. I could not believe I had this superhuman strength and I was not on the fourth floor. This nice black women said that should could lead me to an elevator, but every time she told me where the elevator was, it was never in that spot.  I followed just about everywhere in that damn school.  After so many failures at finding an elevator I realized she led me to the fourth floor. That is when I woke up.

Interesting dream huh.........