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Today was hard.
A guy who I used to be in a Jewish Youth Group with posted his thoughts about the Israel conflict that were pretty opposite from the views of most of our other Jewish friends from back in the day. All of these people who I used to be best friends with commented on his posts berating him for being “anti-Israel” and what not. And I realized that whatever his views were, I agreed with him; the problem was that I didn’t and don’t feel like I can state my views in a place that all of our old friends can see them because they don’t really see me as a legitimate human being with real thoughts now that I’m gay. I don’t really know how to explain the weirdness surrounding their views on me being queer…it’s like gay was always okay and their “fabulous” or “sassy” gay guy friends are sassy and fabulous but for me, I’m just a lesbian…I have “fake” sex and I’m not “fabulous” or “sassy” or even human anymore. I just cease to exist.

I’m pretty sure that’s not what Jewish was supposed to be.

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Anonymous said: I guarantee your parents didn't have it hard at all...you act like they were being hunted down or they were child soldiers...

do-not-touch-my-food:

first of all fuck you

second of all, just because they didn’t have it bad as some other people that’s not even the point????

third, my dad hasnt told me his story but my mom told me the entire story thing of her escape from vietnam…my moms family was her, 3 brothers and her parents. her family had to split up. her dad, 2/3 brothers and herself paid in gold to get a boat out of vietnam. they were CAUGHT and they had to go to jail for a couple months eating only a cup of rice and some water every single day…they paid their way out with some gold. thankfully, they had gold leftover, and they used the last of it to get a couple seats on a TINY fishing boat. the boat was so overfilled that it was barely above the water anymore and my mom said she went 4 days with almost no food and only a tiny bit of water. the tiny dingy boat thing got LOST and they were found by an australian ship. the captain of the ship had to shoot the boat down once everyone was off, so they could be dropped off in a refugee camp in malaysia (i think). my mom said that everyone was so sick and weak there that peoples skin was literally turning a combination of yellow and gray

now i dont really remember how she eventually made it over to america but fast forward to when her, her dad, and 2 brothers made it to here. they rented a tiny apartment, and my grandfather bought a car that literally did not work and fixed it up so it would at least run. they all worked 2-3 jobs while my mom and her brothers attended SCHOOL. imagine all that and trying to do well in school. 

im too lazy to sum up this story in a riveting way but my post wasnt saying that my parents had it the hardest it was saying how lucky i am

Also, you anon, fuck you for thinking that you know anything about someone who you’ve never met and more so, their parents. Regardless of how much suffering you (anon) think your parents have seen and regardless of how much that makes you think that other peoples’ suffering is less valid, you’re just wrong. And one more thing, if you don’t like what’s being posted on this blog, here’s a nifty idea, don’t fucking follow it.
Thank you.
Fuck you.
That is all.

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Anonymous said: I thought I was lesbian but I have a crush on a beautiful boy and I don't know who I am

butterfliesandwildflowers:

basically, you are a bisexual and there’s nothing to worry about it

Or you generally like girls and sometimes like boys and your sexuality shouldn’t define you. You should love who you love and do what you do.

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