eighthphase (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eighthphase) wrote2010-05-18 12:38 am
eighthphase) wrote2010-05-18 12:38 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
And another nervous breakdown, worse than yesterday's (or should I say Sunday's? It is technically Tuesday, now) and about the same topic. Mum's granted me another day, even though we both know that she shouldn't have; then again, when you've watched your daughter working relentlessly for five hours and then she comes into your room after midnight freaking out because she's not sure she can fill another two and a half pages and manage to not sleep through half of tomorrow, I guess you're a bit more lenient.
I did almost get through page twelve. I just... I've already written almost everything I can think of about transgender discrimination and I still need more. I'd write more about the Gwen Araujo case if I could find more information about it, but the only source that's really popping up is Wikipedia, and Waller would kill me if I cited that (I mean, even the article says it needs more citations, so how can I know that it's truly reliable?). I'm kind of kicking myself in the shin for not paying more attention when her murder was in the media (even though it's been almost eight years, and I was nine), because maybe if I remembered more about it I could write more.
I'm not going to waste tomorrow morning; I don't want to go through this again. I'm going to finish my paper, and then have fun, whether that comes in the form of reading more or playing Portal.
Which reminds me, Portal is free through Steam until the 24th, I guess Valve is being generous because they announced Portal 2 earlier this month. Steam is also free, so that's pretty cool.
Earlier (around nine or so, I think) I had an idea for a post about slash fiction v het fiction v yaoi fiction and why I'm more compelled to read what I do, but I was saving it for tomorrow so I could concentrate on my paper. Then while I was researching Don't Ask Don't Tell, I actually started crying reading some of the letters soldiers affected by it are sending President Obama, asking for his help in repealing the law, because their stories were so moving. (I'm still teary and shaky now, but it's mostly the stress this time. And a little bit reading about Gwen, I have to admit.)
Even though my personal philosophy on this and a lot of things basically amounts to, "Your right to express yourself ends at the tip of someone else's nose," which would imply a good deal of apathy about... a lot of things, I really do believe what I'm writing in my essay. I really do believe that discrimination, for whatever reason, is wrong; that same-sex couples deserve the right to marry, with all the legal implications that implies; and that many of the atrocities committed in the name of intolerance should never have happened, and should never happen again. I can't say that I'm not affected by the viewpoints of my parents, and that I don't buy into stereotypes just a little, and that I don't display intolerance myself, sometimes; but I am open-minded about the world, and I'm not afraid to apologize when I'm wrong or offensive, and I do try to be a decent human being. I just wish the rest of the world - hell, even just the rest of the country - could say the same thing.
And now this has turned into a Blog Post like I was trying to avoid. I don't even know how much of this is coherent... I should just go to bed.
I did almost get through page twelve. I just... I've already written almost everything I can think of about transgender discrimination and I still need more. I'd write more about the Gwen Araujo case if I could find more information about it, but the only source that's really popping up is Wikipedia, and Waller would kill me if I cited that (I mean, even the article says it needs more citations, so how can I know that it's truly reliable?). I'm kind of kicking myself in the shin for not paying more attention when her murder was in the media (even though it's been almost eight years, and I was nine), because maybe if I remembered more about it I could write more.
I'm not going to waste tomorrow morning; I don't want to go through this again. I'm going to finish my paper, and then have fun, whether that comes in the form of reading more or playing Portal.
Which reminds me, Portal is free through Steam until the 24th, I guess Valve is being generous because they announced Portal 2 earlier this month. Steam is also free, so that's pretty cool.
Earlier (around nine or so, I think) I had an idea for a post about slash fiction v het fiction v yaoi fiction and why I'm more compelled to read what I do, but I was saving it for tomorrow so I could concentrate on my paper. Then while I was researching Don't Ask Don't Tell, I actually started crying reading some of the letters soldiers affected by it are sending President Obama, asking for his help in repealing the law, because their stories were so moving. (I'm still teary and shaky now, but it's mostly the stress this time. And a little bit reading about Gwen, I have to admit.)
Even though my personal philosophy on this and a lot of things basically amounts to, "Your right to express yourself ends at the tip of someone else's nose," which would imply a good deal of apathy about... a lot of things, I really do believe what I'm writing in my essay. I really do believe that discrimination, for whatever reason, is wrong; that same-sex couples deserve the right to marry, with all the legal implications that implies; and that many of the atrocities committed in the name of intolerance should never have happened, and should never happen again. I can't say that I'm not affected by the viewpoints of my parents, and that I don't buy into stereotypes just a little, and that I don't display intolerance myself, sometimes; but I am open-minded about the world, and I'm not afraid to apologize when I'm wrong or offensive, and I do try to be a decent human being. I just wish the rest of the world - hell, even just the rest of the country - could say the same thing.
And now this has turned into a Blog Post like I was trying to avoid. I don't even know how much of this is coherent... I should just go to bed.