Dieses ist das 240. posting in diesem blog und wird gleichzeitig das letzte sein.
Ich werde dieses blog einstampfen, sobald ich es archiviert habe.
Zweieinhalb Jahre meines Lebens hat mich dieses blog jetzt begleitet - das war gut so, aber damit reicht es jetzt auch.
Das hat vor allem was mit der Vermischung von virtueller und realer Identität zu tun, die ich mir so nicht mehr leisten möchte. Oder anders gesagt: In Zukunft wird es keine virtuelle Identität in dem Sinne von "NTess" mehr geben (dafür gibt es einige andere Nicks, die aber niemand kennen muss).
Ich werde wieder bloggen - versprochen - und zwar spätestens wenn ich ab September/Oktober in Warschau bin.
Macht es bis dahin gut - ihr wisst ja, wie ihr mich erreichen könnt!


Please help stop Homophobia, and wipe it out all together!!

Also inspiriert ist dieses posting von Fire und Thierry. Vielen Dank euch dafür! Es tut immer wieder gut von jemandem, der hetero ist (ok, wer ist das schon zu 100%?), so etwas zu lesen.

Ich wollte aber noch kurz ergänzen, dass ich den Text in einer ausführlicheren Version kenne. Geschrieben hat ihn meines Wissens Drusilla36. Da ihre Seite etwas unübersichtlich ist, hier der Text dazu:

"I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gaybash.

I am the transgendered person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love."