The Right To Love

When I look into my love's eyes, I feel happy. I feel truly happy. I want everyone to know of my happiness, of the joy I feel when I see his smile and taste his lips on mine.

It's a truly wonderful thing to be in love, to have the love of that person who was made just for you. You feel like you're ready to burst with exciting news, and it takes everything out of you not to shout it from the mountaintops for all the world to hear. You want to share that happiness with the world.

In my country, we are as backwards as we come. Bullied by society and their irrational fear of damnation for being sentinent beings, they have created the taboo of homosexuality, transgendered/transvestites, bisexuality- anything other than heterosexuality, it seems. For all of their fears of the so-called 'abominations', they choose to ignore the passages that talk about not judging others, loving all persons as good brothers and sisters should, and only hating the sin they commit, not the person themselves, but instead focus on the ones that call for hatred and division.

This 'proud, black and Christian nation' I call home is content on re-enacting the discrimination and prejudice that we suffered not too long ago as balck slaves upon people whose only crime is that they loved someone outside of the norm. This country DISGUSTS me to no end.

The Right to Love is exactly that- a right. Not a privilege awarded to the fair and many, but a RIGHT awarded to ALL- just as we as human beings are given the right to simply exist as we are. The right to celebrate that love and be officially recognized as a union is just as important, as it is once again treated as an privilege here and in most places in this world. I sincerely hope that others like myself can band together in this backwards, intolerant country, and fix the status quo so that all men and women can be treated as equals as we are made to be treated.

Sunday, December 7, 2008