So Tom’s gonna be Laura now… and in 2012 I still find people on the internet commenting on another persons life how they insult and condemn a person for his choices.
How about the people who go through this and never find peace and end up committing suicide? Would you rather that? Or maybe he could become a raging drug addict and ruin his life and family? Would you rather that? Or maybe we could have rules from a dictator where everyone gets killed for anything they believe against the government, oh wait that doesn’t work…
How about you leave the guy alone. How about you let another human being make a decision about their lives without your snide prejudices and bigotry? This is one of the hardest decisions a person can make. From my limited understanding of the subject, it means feeling your whole life like you were born in the wrong skin. That’s something that 99% of us can’t understand. Weither you agree or don’t, it’s not your life. It’s not your family. it’s not your band, it’s theirs.
I don’t see the AM! guys very often, or if at all, but I always wish them well. They’re a great band. Leave it at that. Just let them be a great band.
To those being kind, this is not for you…
If this is joke though, it’s in very bad taste to the people who actually go through this. But I will say that I still feel this way about anyone who makes a decision against what we call normal. You can’t hate them, and they have the right, here in America, to make their own choices and live their lives free of prejudice.
So go live, Tom.
XOXO
Gossip Girl****PS- EDIT NOTE**** - I do realize using “she” and “Laura” are appropriate but I was being considerate, since I don’t know Tom (Laura) that at this current moment to the best of my knowledge He is still a man named Tom, and hasn’t informed me to begin using she and Larua yet, as we don’t speak, and I haven’t read the article yet. though he will soon be a woman named Laura, which I will then refer to her as such. Can you please just look at the big picture here?
Thanks.
XOXO
What are you my english teacher?(photo copyright (c) 2012 Rolling Stone)
I am an exile, a sojourner
A citizen of some other place
All I’ve seen is just a glimmer in just a shadowy mirror
But I know one day we’ll see face to face
I am a nomad, a wanderer
I have nowhere to lay my head down
There’s no point in putting roots to deep when I’m moving on
Not settling for this unsettling town
My heart is filled with songs of forever
A city that endures, where all is made new
And no I don’t belong here
I’ll never call this place my home
I’m just passing through
I am a pilgrim, a voyager
I won’t rest until my lips touch the shore
Of the land that I’ve been longing for as long as I’ve lived
Where there’ll be no pain or tears anymore
I know I’ve posted this before but this will NEVER STOP BEING FUNNY
(Source: thisanimalisawesome)
I’m lost, I’m afraid
A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat
To the roof of a car on the road in the dark
And it’s snowing
If I’m more, then it means less
Last call for happiness
I’m your dress near the back of your knees
And your slip is showing
I’m a float in a summer parade
Up the street in the town that you were born in
With a girl at the top wearing tulle
And a Miss Somewhere sash
Waving like the queen
Beauty’s just another word
I’m never certain how to spell
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on
And throw away my misery
It never meant that much to me
It never sent a Get Well card
I broke like a bad joke
Somebody’s uncle told
At a wedding reception in 1972
Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed
And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home
And he thought about how everyone dies someday
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be
And fell asleep in his brand-new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine
That runs on lies and gasoline
And all those batteries we stole from smoke-alarms
And disassembles my despair
It never took me anywhere
It never once bought me a drink
It’s Saturday night, and life is beautiful.
Let’s drink a bit too much, let’s dance like idiots, lets laugh untill our sides hurt and sing untill our throats give out.
Grab your nearest friend, grab your nearest drink and go do something you won’t regret. You’re young, you’re free and you’re infinitely more awesome than you ever thought you were.
It’s Saturday night, and we’re going to party like the world is going to end!
