paradise fears — same love.

Paradise Fears — Same Love

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay
‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight
I told my mom tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Sam you’ve loved girls since before pre-k,”
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing god, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

Ask yourself, what kind of person do you wanna be
And how many commandments are gonna rule how you think
And do we really mean it, when we say he loves us all?
And do we really believe it when they say that we’re created equal?
Well of course I do, I’m not a racist or an asshole
Yet we can treat them less if their love is homosexual?
Well rules are rules and the bible’s pretty clear here
Yeah we know, we get it, but we don’t live by procedure
We decide what’s right by what’s right, not what’s written
We evolve past our outdated norms and dispositions
We don’t exclude people based on footnotes of exodus
Like my friend Haley who loves both of her dads
You want to tell her their love is different?
You want to make that distinction?
You want to tell her that this beautiful and limitless thing that we call love
Has rules and a proper way to do it
And that their love is less love because an old book don’t approve it?
I guess here’s how I see it
You got a heart beat like mine
Probably get that same feeling when your fingers intertwine
Well mi love es su love. Same heart. Same love
About time we raise up same sex

Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

Press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our backs to the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna change it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
So it’s time that we stand without a doubt or concession
Rather than sitting here gridlocked in oppression
We all raise our voices, til they’re too loud to ignore
Singing songs of acceptance
Thank you, Macklemore

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind

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catwoman should have been a lesbian.

catwoman should have been a lesbian

Mind you, this thought hit me like a brick to the head while navigating Chicago’s morning rush-hour traffic with the skill of Speed Racer on Adderall; yet all the grace of Andre the Giant in high heels.

While sitting through a ridiculous amount of development meetings, planning discussions, and test phase preparation at work today; I had plenty of time to allow my eyes to glass over and my imagination to wander.

Yup.

Catwoman should have been a lesbian.

Of course she should have.

And not just any lesbian, but THE lesbian.

The lesbian that triggers that first tingle in every young, baby dyke’s favorite pair of boxer briefs.

She’s a shrink-wrapped fantasy on two legs, topped off with sass, whips, and the ultimate back-scratching claws — er … nails.

Furthermore, I propose a storyline whereby we are introduced to her turbulent, on-again-off-again affair with Poison Ivy. [READ MORE]

as if “gay” were a mental illness

Chaim Levin, a plaintiff in a lawsuit being filed in New Jersey against therapists that claim to make homosexual men heterosexual.

Chaim Levin, a plaintiff in a lawsuit being filed in New Jersey against therapists that claim to make homosexual men heterosexual. — Photo taken by Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times

What is this idea that homosexuality is some sort of disease? How has this theory been allowed to take root in people’s minds and survive all this time?

I mean, I understand the ignorance of those in the old days when the information highway was really a dirt road trafficked by mule-drawn carts, but there really is no excuse for such absurdities in this day and age.

Treating homosexuality as if it is some sort of contagion, epidemic, or plague really does no one any good and only serves to harm rather than heal.

We have got to stop pretending homosexuality is something to be transmitted amongst men and women via saliva or blood or — *gasp* — the air!?

Earlier this week, [READ MORE]