New post will hopefully be up Sunday/Monday!
There’s no doubt about it, this is a topic that always cause debates. But I’ve had enough now.
The first time I had a mini rage about this topic, was always being asked during truth or dare “How would you feel if your friend told you they were gay?” Well, I’d thank them for feeling that they could tell me, and I’d probably encourage them to come out properly. I would also squish anyone who bullied them, because you never make fun of someone for something they can’t change about themselves. I mean, of course I’m not an expert, and I’m not going to pretend to be one, but the vague idea is, even if a homosexual person wants to be straight, they physically cannot bring themselves to be attracted to the opposite gender, unless they are bisexual/pansexual, etc. The same goes for heterosexual people- how would you like it if society suddenly disapproved of heterosexuality and forced you to be gay instead? Because I know I would hate it.
But to get back to the original idea.
So I was watching TV, when a man on the programme I was watching complained about his wife making him continue to be friends with the next door neighbour. The reason he didn’t want to be friendly any more was because he had recently discovered that the neighbour was gay. He then went on to explain that he didn’t want his neighbour staring at him while they were in the changing rooms (they were lifting weights together before he found out).
Okay, so that made me angry.
Not only that, but afterwards, when I was just a little bit, possibly, maybe slightly peeved, I went to talk to some of the guys I know and they said they would do the same thing.
I just asked one of my friends and he replied:
I wouldn’t mind as long as they don’t sexually assault me whilst i’m in the locker room
Okay, so what the hell makes you think they’d want to sexually abuse you?? Just because they’re attracted to your gender, does not mean that they’re attracted to you. Is your ego really so big that you think nobody can resist you?? That doesn’t just apply to homosexuals either. That is a rule of life.
Also, even if they are attracted to you, that doesn’t mean they have no self control. They aren’t just going to lunge at you, they’re humans- not animals.
Another one of my friends saw that I was writing this post, and added:
This is another friend (This one is gay):
There is nothing wrong with homosexuality. I think it is really offensive when people act differently around you just because you are gay. I have only told a handful of people about this. And the whole stigma around it is one of the huge reasons that people struggle to come out of the closet.
Yes Kiki. I am.
Well, all I have to say is I stand by my earlier comment. I’m so happy that you trusted me enough to tell me, and I’m not going to change my attitude towards you in the slightest. I won’t respect you any less, that’s a promise. You’re not my pet, and I’m not going to categorise you as ‘my gay friend’. I’ll simply keep you as one of my closest friends, and hopefully one day you’ll feel confident enough to tell everyone. I understand how intimidating that could be, even though I’m not in that position myself, so don’t feel like I’m pressuring you in any way. xx
My only advice would be- once you decide you’re going to come out of the closet, don’t let anyone else shove you back in. Because you have a right to be yourself, and there is no-one on this earth that has the right to tell you otherwise. Just remember, they can’t change who you are unless you let them.
And maybe try telling someone you trust? You don’t have to tell everyone all at once. x
Well, I think this is all I have to say on the matter for now, so feel free to leave your comments and express your opinions- do you agree? do you disagree?
Lots of love and cookies,
Kiki :3 xx
OMG TILLY WAS RIGHT THIS NEW FORMAT IS AMAZING
Hey guys, so I wanted to tell you about an app called Read Later Fast. It’s a google chrome app (Although It’s probably also an app for your phone/tablet/other device that will probably take over the world one day) (apparently the URL is chrome-extension://decdfngdidijkdjgbknlnepdljfaepji/main.html … but I doubt it will work) where you can save a webpage to read later. It probably doesn’t sound like much, but you can archive the pages you’ve read, sync it up to your gmail/facebook/twitter, and even read what you’ve saved while you’re offline.
As someone who once went two years without internet on her laptop whenever she went home, I can tell you that it is extremely useful.
I also wanted to tell you about my friend Tilly. (this is related- oh and her URL is http://mathildawainwright.wordpress.com/author/tillywainwright/, you should definitely click that little follow button)
See, a while ago, Tilly accidentally deleted her blog. Everything she had worked so hard on, all of the followers she earned, all just gone, vanished, kaput. The upset me because Tilly’s blog posts are amazing. So then,I found this app after looking for a way to screenshot webpages, but it means that I can save every blog post I write, or Tilly’s, or Callum’s, or any other bloggers’ posts, and all I have to do is right-click and press ‘Read Later’. They’ll be saved there in case one day a blogger I love decided to delete their blog, and then I’ll still be ale to read my favourite posts whenever I like. :)
Anyway, there will be another blog post later, but I thought you guys might want to know about this magical app that could save so much time and effort- I hope it comes in handy!
Love and cookies,
Kiki :3 xx
It’s strange how steadily you can get used to something
and you think back to how it was before
but was it really there at all?
was it a memory?
or simply a dream?
you try to talk about the past with other people,
but the two stories don’t match up at all.
you feel as if something’s missing,
where has it vanished to?
You feel incomplete,
As remembering the past will always define us,
and it will shape us towards our future.
so what do we do without it?
the memory is vague,
the photo is hazy.
it’s odd how the memories you think of most transform,
and yet things we can’t remember are safe.
they’re left unspoiled in our minds,
locked away forever,
until we perish.
what happens to our memories when we die?
are they gathered or Do they float away?
do they wither and die with us?
can others still see them?
will they grow fainter?
I think that they are preserved in the minds of others,
the people who cherish and remember.
although the memory will change,
it will become sweeter,
It’s strange how steadily you can get used to something,
and you think back to how it was before.
it may have changed since it was born,
it’s still a memory,
and now it’s a dream.
we are all born as desolate canvases
purer than fresh water, blank
our finished portraits determined by others,
for they are the artists
and they hold the brushes that control the paint
the words that can stain our souls
and yet they can just as easily cleanse us
removing the blotches
compliments are subtle highlights, pale shades
they are layered to appear
but negativity is a black splatter
it will smother all else
once there, almost impossible to cover
casting it’s sinister tone
you think the painting is ruined forever,
but then the paint dries out
you are now able to cover the black smear
with the help of your loved ones
and together you can make a masterpiece
an array of colour
and although the black paint is still underneath
it is forgotten about
we are all born as desolate canvases
we end as full portraits
Cradle me with your iron-tight grip,
fearful that out of your arms I’ll slip,
Hold my hands as I learn to walk,
Teach me new words when I try to talk,
Dance with me trying to stand on your feet
or sitting on your shoulders, as we walk along the street
Teach me to sing, and get the words wrong
fill up my ears with the same annoying song,
Bake cakes and cookies with me just for fun,
burn your mouth biting into the first one
play along when I’m a fairy, casting magic spells
come into school with me for parent show and tell
sweep my fringe around behind my ear,
chase away all of my nightmares and fears
Embarrass me in public by holding my hand,
make fun of my music, and liking new bands
Tuck me into bed at the end of the day
Though we both know I’m too old, we choose not to say
Tell me you love me as you whisper goodnight,
Pull the door closed and turn off the light.
These are the things I want in a dad,
And yet these are the things I never had
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Sorry it’s so depressing guys :(
I hope you all had a good Father’s day anyway xx
I suppose I never dreamed
that I would find
someone that understood
You were different
You gave me that smile.
that honest, open, cheeky smile.
you looked me in the eye when we first met,
and you saw me.
and that’s when I knew,
that we’d be friends.
I try to avoid your eyes,
Because they make me squirm,
bright and shining, as clear as a pool of glass
and yet as deep as the rolling waves
But I find myself getting pulled in,
I get lost and can’t seem
nor am I willing
to stumble out again
You play many instruments,
too many to list
but you’re especially good at
tugging on my heartstrings
crafting music that
wraps around my head
that makes everything seem clear
and yet opaque, as if a fog
had clouded over my brain
and misted my eyes
letting the tears drip down
like a waterfall on my face
I cry for you.
And yet there is no way
I’d let the springs run dry.
Because I care.
Now, when I take the risk,
and look into the sapphires
that are your eyes,
I see storms approaching
no matter what I do
The thunder rumbles on
The lightening strikes soon after,
it terrifies me,
but all I can do is cling onto land
and pray that
I don’t lose you in the flood
I know you’ve cried an ocean of tears yourself
drowning yourself in your own sorrows
I know you’ve lost your only life-raft
but one day you can build another
Until then I’ll help you swim to shore
and although I’ve half-drowned myself in the process
All I know, is that if I’m going sink,
I’m lifting you until I know you’re safe
Because I may not be your life-raft,
But I’ll rescue you from the storm
I’ll stay with you through this one
and I’ll protect you through all the others
One day the skies will clear
And become a pale blue,
But that’s when I know to look away from your eyes,
and from the blinding sunshine that is you.
So a while ago, I wanted to write about my meaning of life. that’s right, my meaning, not the meaning. The problem is, as I was writing out my post, my friend Callum, who I have just this second decided to call Poddleduck,released his own post about the exact same thing. I didn’t want to step on his toes by writing about the same topics at the same time as him, so I decided to think it over and come up with more possibilities.
Since then, I’ve decided that there are more than one meaning of life, and I think there is one, if not more, for each and every person. Otherwise we just live to die, and we die so that others may live. Without making our own meaning, our own purpose in our lives, we are just detritus. Without it we are living slabs of meat ambling around until the day comes in which we finally fall, creating first food, and then fertiliser, for the planet. Because although it’s true that snowflakes are unique they never fall alone. They are just part of the cycle, one big picture like a thread in a tapestry.
To me, my meaning of life is to be happy; that is what I tell people. But I also have this deep yearning, for something bigger, something more. I don’t just want a dead-end job, I want to be something, someone, I want to make my mark on the planet. It might be selfish- and overly optimistic? Perhaps. But nevertheless that is the dream I want to pursue. I often look at points in history and try to work out what would have happened if I had been in that situation, with hind-sight as my guidance. Never ride out in public in an open-topped car for instance. This may be cheating though, and obviously I will never know what truly would have happened if I was there. It’s easier to decide what you should have done, rather than what you will do.
At the moment, I feel like a caterpillar waiting in a chrysalis; to emerge as a butterfly, able to fly off and leave it’s troubles behind.Or like Rapunzel in the tower waiting for someone to come and rescue her. Yes, it’s childish that I still want someone to lead the way for me, but does anyone truly stop? I’m just biding my time until I can show the world what I can do.
Sometimes though, I feel like effort is pointless and a waste of energy. We’re going to die anyway, right? So what’s the point? It’s inevitable. Then I remind myself how much I hate people who think like that. Will we all die at some point? Yes, yes we will. One day there will be nobody left to remember who I was, who I am, and who I plan to be. One day there will be nobody left alive to remember the 90s, nobody born before Google, or YouTube, or Facebook. One day, every little kid who ever grew up watching Barney- or playing with Lego and Tamagotchis or reading Harry Potter books- will grow up and have kids of their own, grow old, and one by one their time will come.
The point is, that doesn’t mean that your life is a waste. It means that your life is something to be cherished, to value, and to make every moment count! Isn’t the human brain amazing? You can fall in love, and be loved, and be happy! You can cry and feel heartbreak like pain, and feel fed-up!
What I’m trying to say is, while you’ll probably forget my words within seconds, hungry for more information on the internet like number five, (one day there will be nobody around to remember short circuit!), you will never live these seconds again. Your life is like an hourglass. The top is the future, the grains of sand slowly slipping through the hole is the present, to flutter down into the past.
So make the most of it.
Love and Cookies,
Kiki :3 xx