Let's Go Over This...

I just wanted to write a quick summary of myself, so here it goes:
I use an in-biological name that makes me feel more comfortable.
My "style" is whatever I choose to where on that day.
I don't judge based on appearance, for I love inner beauty as much as outer.
Music is an amazingly inspirational thing.
I'll try any food once.
I like to think of myself as a leaning-gothic, jolly Hatter fantastic.
I don't idolize, I simply love people.
I write...a lot.
I aspire to go out around town in retro go-go boots and long, dark clothing and a cane.
I adore make-up(though I'm no good at applying it).
Something about the 70s(though I wasn't alive then)makes me positively giddy.
I shall forever regard Robert Downey Jr., Johnny Depp, and Ewan McGregor as three of the most amazing actors I shall ever be privileged enough to witness on the screen.
Drawing is my muse, singing my hobby.
That's probably not all, but enough to get a good view of where I'm coming from.

Still Finding It

Things I will never stop doing:
Painting my nails black,
Referring to myself as a Hatter,
Being an individual,
Writing,
Learning,
Believing in Ashton Kutcher,
Remembering the times when I would go out on nightly car rides, listening to the Partridge Family in my orange polka-dotted pajama pants,
Loving the 70s,
Believing in people,
Loving music,
Being open-minded,
Drawing,
Photography,
And I will never stop searching for the person I love.
If they're out there, and by some highly improbable means we find each other, I think I might be the happiest fantastic polka-dot pajama-wearing Hatter in the world. <3

Scratch-Offs

In art, we're doing a project in which we use references to draw, copy, and scratch out portraits. I chose to draw a photograph of a trans-guy who I'd been following on a popular video site. When my teacher saw him, and addressed him as "she", I politely corrected her. No matter what something looks like on the outside, it is what it is on the inside, and like a tree's rings, you only know what it's like when you look to the heart. <3

Change

I won't accept that things/people can't change. Each day it's something. A teacher yells for no reason, someone displays an act of intolerance. It makes me not want to be in the setting I'm in. I don't want to be at this school, among such intolerant people. All around me: Sexism, Homophobia, attacking the man and not the issue. It makes me want to crawl in a cave and scream. Why can't you just accept that people are different than you? What's so wrong with change? We've made sufficient adjustments around our school to get students and staff to be more open-minded about the LGBT community and people's religious(or not so)backgrounds. And yet, still, people insist on mocking our attempts and staying in their close-minded stupor. I really wish that we could all(as a school)contribute to ACTUALLY TRYING TO BE CONSIDERATE OF OTHER PEOPLE, THEIR BELIEFS, AND SEXUAL ORIENTATION. No, caps was not an accident.  

My Dad, The Seahorse

It's funny that I've never thought of making a post about this.
The seahorse is an amazing species because it's not the female who conceives, but the male. He's much like a penguin in the sense that he keeps the eggs safe until they hatch. I love the males pure devotion to his unborn young, and that he defies what is a "naturally suitable" birth parent. He shows that the women don't have to do all the work. What a beautifully amazing creature.
Love to all, and to all a magical seahorse. :)

Inspiration

I've been inspired by art! Art has had such an effect on me as a person and my values and inspiration. This little sketch is just a fragment of different art I've done to influence tolerance and acceptance. RainbowGay also fits under this category. People have been using art like this to send a broader message for a long time. I'm happy to be a part of this tolerant, beautiful, expressive, open-minded group. Have a wonderfully tolerant day everyone.

Boy or Girl?

I was in a nail salon the other day. Relax, it was my mum getting her nails done, not me. I've never really liked getting my nails painted by anyone other than me. Anyway, there was an older woman drying her nails while her granddaughter sat with her. All of a sudden, the little girl glanced over at me. She went to whisper something to her grandmother. If my ears aren't going wacko on me, this is what the girl said: "Is that a boy or a girl?"
It was a little surprising to hear. I mean, yes, I was wearing a pair of worn skinny-jeans and a size medium men's flannel shirt, but I didn't think I looked that butch. I tried thinking up an answer just in case she actually came over and asked me. What would I say?
But she kept close to her grandmother as kids often did in unfamiliar places. I still wonder, though. I've always been able to answer that question but now, seeing how much I've changed, I can't figure out how to respond.

Back With The Birds

Hey, it's been awhile. Yeah, sorry. I've been very busy with other things like school and relationships. Actually, I forgot how to log in. Oops! Well, whatever because I was actually thinking a lot about issues that relate to me such as what's going on in our school and how we can bring forth tolerance in our community. As always, our art teacher was way ahead of me and assigned us a tolerance card as a sketchbook project. We were supposed to use our drawing abilities to portray a tolerant message that could be used in a positive way. After us, the other classes were asked to do the same thing. So hopefully that'll get around.
So lately I've been walking home with this guy(only like 2 times actually). He's nice enough, but then he starts talking. About God. Now, don't get me wrong, I respect the beliefs and opinions of others, I just don't like it when someone keeps talking about how Jesus loves me. Would you get annoyed? Anyway, this day when we were walking, he(or maybe it was me, I don't know)brought up the topic of gay marriage. He said that he had heard that gay people weren't happy, being married or otherwise. You can probably guess that I was less-than-pleased with the statement. I told him that I had several friends who were a part of the LGBT community. I wanted to say more, but he would never have talked to me again. When I got home, I posted a message on a popular chat site. The message was rather blatant. It had a few statistics about heterosexual divorce and how common it is. Then I wrote some of the ways kids of divorced parents feel. [Side note: I can do this because I am one of those kids!] I really hope I got my message across, as the art teacher hopes her tolerance message does. I think of it like this: The people who are outcast from society, ridiculed and/or different are the birds in the cage. The cage itself is the trap of intolerance and the pain and loneliness it brings to its victims. Tolerance is the key. So if we use that key, there are many more free birds. :)