Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.Christian Persecution in the USA in Philosophical More Like This
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
Love the sinner, hate the sinI feel like something needs to be said about hate-speech. I don’t mean Westboro Baptist Church picket signs or the crazed ramblings of TV show hosts trying to blame natural disasters on a small minority of the U.S. population. I’m talking about the polite words, the “loving” phrases that may Christians use that they may not realize are extremely hurtful and cruel to the recipients. I want to talk about all the ugly messages and meanings that are often conveyed through this speech that many probably aren’t even aware of.Love the sinner, hate the sin in Philosophical More Like This
Let me be clear that the purpose of writing this is not that I can’t handle hearing anything negative or that I’m trying to avoid getting my feelings hurt. Although I think those are valid reasons to avoid offensive language, this isn’t just about me. I can handle a little rudeness. My real interest is being able to clear the way for a more open dialogue between Christians and members of the LGBT community. This dialogue w
Insidious gender roles It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am a living defiance of gender roles. I’m not saying that to try to sound like I’m something special or that this is any great accomplishment; the world is increasingly open to women and men blurring the traditional lines that separated the genders. Nor was this defiance something I sought out. I simply am and have always been more on the stereotypically-masculine side of my culture’s personality spectrum. It’s not a big deal, I’m not proud or ashamed of it, and I don’t generally feel a need to point it out.Insidious gender roles in Philosophical More Like This
However, I have not always been so confident with this. I was raised in a sphere of Complimentarian beliefs, taught that men and women are created with a different “essence” and that the greatest fulfillment that a person can reach will be one within their gender roles. My own parents were not as strict with these
Seth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On Tour in Short Stories More Like This
I met you in the suicide ward.
In a group therapy session they claimed would make us feel less alone, you sat across from me with your dark tussled hair and sunken eyes. You were wearing a stained denim jacket with patched elbows and torn sleeves. The group leader told each of us to go in a circle and exchange compliments with someone else to get the ball rolling. When the circle got to me, I told you your jacket made you look homeless and you told me my haircut made me look like an ugly dyke. We were both asked to leave. When we parted at the door, I told you to go fuck yourself and you told me to go to Hell.
I didn’t feel alone anymore.
In the night, I could hear you play guitar through the paper-thin hospital walls. And even though I had thick bandages around my wrists, and my fingers were cold and sore, I picked up my ukulele and harmonized to your melody. We played on and on into the night, together and apart, until the nurses asked us
Double PrejudiceThis is a story that will most likely ruffle a few feathers, but it's one I feel must be told, for my heart's sake if nothing else. Before we delve into this, I advise you in advance to read this thoroughly, from the beginning to the end, before you pass any form of judgment.Double Prejudice in Short Stories More Like This
When I was little, I used to think the word "gay" only stood for "joy" or "lightheartedness." Then, of course, as I got older, when the window of innocence was shattered, it took on an entirely new meaning. You're probably thinking this is one of those "coming out of the closet" stories, but quite the opposite is true.
I am not gay.
Loving someone of the same gender never once crossed my mind. In fact, to this very day, I've never fully understood how that was even possible. Whenever I ask someone, the only answer I get runs along the lines of, "That's just the way they are. They were born that way." As if being gay were as natural as a bird flying or a fish swimming.
In my case, it wasn't that much of a deal unti
APH - What She Never KnewStanding still with a vacant expression on his face, Roderich watched as Ivan marched over towards where he and his emperor stood, with one of the Russian's hands firmly clasped around Erzsébet's arm. The Hungarian's hands were bound behind her back; her skin marred with fresh wounds over old battle scars; her head held high in defiance, allowing him to see her green eyes seething with rage.APH - What She Never Knew in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genuflecting in front of the Austrian emperor, his hand still holding on to his captive's, Ivan then announced, "I've come to return the insurgent, as requested."
Roderich could feel Franz Joseph's eyes on him as he stepped forward. "Thank you for your assistance, Ivan. Please extend our gratitude to your emperor." he replied, his voice regal and steady.
"It is nothing. The Tsar is just doing what he can to abolish these ridiculous revolutions that Francis had started so that we may all return to peace."
"Which is most fortunate. Rest assured, one day, we shall re
Lilac II - tankaa star-glowLilac II - tanka in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
Lilac IV - six-eightDear shadows, touch my heartLilac IV - six-eight in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and tear the clouds apart with me.
Tonight lead the moon free,
from the thick mist where she would die.
Dear light, I give the sky.
Kiss my skin inside lilac air.
I find you everywhere -
in a dark touch I bear your words.
Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) –Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) in Teen More Like This
I worry about you sometimes.
I worry about how you are doing: who you are spending your time frolicking with, whether or not you have finally kissed someone, if you still get nervous easily. I worry about my friends in your time – are they still our friends? Or have you finally let them all go, or pushed them away, or left like we always dreamed of?
Sometimes I lay in bed in the late hours of the night, dreaming of your life. Do you remember? Do you remember staring at the dark ceiling so long it began turning red, tossing and turning, hoping and dreading what is to come? I wonder if the things I have done effect you as we have always worried they would; if they have broken you.
You see, the truth is – and I am certain you remember this about me – I fear you. I fear you like a lightning rod fears a thunderstorm. Do you remember why I fear you so? You do, don't you? Just as I shrink away from the possibility of becoming you, so you shrink
Pro Life - Pro ChoiceI often hear arguments based off this. Are you Pro Life or Pro Choice? Back when I was younger, I would be on to participate in these arguments, taking one side and assuming the other was always false. But, as of late, I have become more and more logically opened. And it made me think... isn't this argument just two sides of the same coin?Pro Life - Pro Choice in Philosophical More Like This
What I mean by this is as follows. If you CHOSE to go with an abortion, it was your CHOICE. But if you CHOSE to not have an abortion... it was your CHOICE. So there is no such thing as Pro Life, there is ONLY Pro Choice, because EVERYTHING you DECIDE to do.. is your CHOICE. It's all the same coin here. Splitting it in two will only make each side smaller, no longer whole. But as long as you realize that it's everyone's CHOICE to do as they wish in their life.. we will be whole, and we will respect one another and there will be that much less hate and anger being flung around in a world that doesn't need anymore.
You are you, and nothing will change t