justice, YES, justice douce!

 

“The law is not the private property of lawyers, nor is justice the exclusive province of judges and juries. In the final analysis, true justice is not a matter of courts and law books, but of a commitment in each of us to liberty and mutual respect. ~ Jimmy Carter.”

 

David’s Bridal, and other wedding-esc stores in California PREPARE yourselves! California officially ruled as of TODAY that gay-marriage IS CONSTITUTIONAL!!!! ~*~*~*Throw the confetti up into the air! *~*~*~

California’s Supreme Court ruled 4-to-3 that gays have the same amount of BASIC HUMAN RIGHT to MARRY than our breeder counterparts. I am sure there will soon be protesters at the capital with zealots shouting indecentries, and spitting with scorn at the top of their lungs, “SAVE OUR FAMILIES!” I say, “What about OUR families?!” This I think California delegates and representatives have finally heard. All I have to say is “Thank-you, THANK-YOU, thank-you, thank-you!!!”

Wikipedia has a state-to-state visual of the condition of same-sex marriage in the United States. ONLY 48 more states to go for FULL & EQUAL rights! TEHE.

“In view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship,” Chief Justice Ronald M. George wrote of marriage for the majority, “the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples.”

The “Unknown” Holocaust

“Though they are dead and gone, their murders shall not go unnoticed in the eyes of true justice.” ~Moi

Tomorrow marks National Holocaust Remembrance Day. Several people, and especially young minds, do not know all of the travesties that occured. Still others do not know that there were more people other than just Jews persecuted during the Holocaust. Gypsies, the mentally handicapped, mentally ill, other un-German worshipers, as well as homosexuals were imprisoned or simply shot on the spot.

An account of a gay Holocaust survivor, Pierre Seel, details life for gay men during Nazi control. In his account he states that he participated in his local gay community in the town of Mulhouse. When the Nazis gained power over the town his name was on a list of local gay men ordered to the police station. He obeyed the directive to protect his family from any retaliation. Upon arriving at the police station he notes that he and other gay men were beaten. Some gay men who resisted the SS had their fingernails pulled out. Others were raped with broken rulers and had their bowels punctured, causing them to bleed profusely. After his arrest he was sent to the concentration camp at Schirmeck. There, Seel stated that during a morning roll-call, the Nazi commander announced a public execution. A man was brought out, and Seel recognized his face. It was the face of his eighteen-year-old lover from Mulhouse. Seelthen claims that the Nazi guards stripped the clothes of his lover and placed a metal bucket over his head. Then the guards released trained German Shepherd dogs on him, which mauled him to death.

Even after the War was ended, many homosexuals were sent back to the camps and refused compensation. Many were sent to prisons for being “sex offenders.” It is sad that after the first world war, during the Weimar Republic, GLBT rights blossomed in Germany and were the highest around the world for acceptance and freedom. This would all be a short Golden Era for those alive, for in 1933 gay organizations were banned and all types of sexuality was suppressed, locked up, or burned. May 6th marks the day where right-winged bigots purged university libraries throughout Germany and burned works considered “un-German” as well as destroying the archives of the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft with more than 25000 articles, journals, and other data was publicly burned. Savonrola would be soo thrilled to see that pyre. How the wicked gain control and attempt to corrupt through the destruction of knowledge is spellbinding!?

It was not until 2005 that an official apology was made on behalf of the European Union for the crimes committed against homosexuals. On May 6th 2008, LATER NEXT WEEK on Tuesday, a street in Berlin will be named after Magnus Hirschfeld, the head of the Sexuality Institute that was ransacked, a gay man and gay rights activist during WWII. The location is just on the opposite side of the former Institute for sexuology at the Spree river. The date is the 75th anniversary of the destruction of the institute in 1933. May 27th 2008 is announced to be the date of the official publication of the Berlin memorial for the persecuted homosexuals of the Nazi period of time.

…27 January 2005, the sixtieth anniversary of the liberation of Nazi Germany’s death camp at Auschwitz-Birkenau, where a combined total of up to 1.5 million Jews, Roma, Poles, Russians and prisoners of various other nationalities, and homosexuals, were murdered, is not only a major occasion for European citizens to remember and condemn the enormous horror and tragedy of the Holocaust, but also for addressing the disturbing rise in anti-semitism, and especially anti-semitic incidents, in Europe, and for learning anew the wider lessons about the dangers of victimizing people on the basis of race, ethnic origin, religion, social classification, politics or sexual orientation,…

This article was and is not meant to be anti-Semitic in any way. However I have enough to be angry about. In many ways GLBT individuals have always been on the short end of societal justice. So, when the world witnesses such a travesty as the Holocasut, it upsets me to a point where I want to shout, “Screw the Jews, you did not see us get our own bloody country made for us!” However, even though my people were further attacked by others who were imprisoned in addition to the SS, I know and cannot blame all Jews, which is why I am not in any way anti-Semitic. I acknowledge and respect all people. It can be simply put and expanded however in a way that everyone can understand. Remember that popular kid who always got to cut you in line, or the teacher’s kid who got away with everything, while you should have been the star pupil? That’s how I feel the Jews made out after the Holocaust. The mentally ill eventually got their Hull House. The gypsies, well no one can trust a gypsie, right?(sarcasm) and they prefer to be removed from society, right? But take a shit load of gheys and throw them back into prison, label them further (as if the pink triangle wasn’t enough) as sex offenders, and then deny them the acknowledgement that they so deserve? That’s an awful lot of bitchy ass Queens. That’s all I’m saying.  

Hindrances

“Deep cleansing breathes…” ~unknown
{Kwan Yin by Sandra M. Stanton}

Well, lets have it, yes? The past few weeks have been quite a struggle. Emotionally straining and hard. Ever since I lost my bit of spark, that driving force which propels me through life, Ive been as a zombie- a mere shell person walking about his day and letting time pass as if it were simply irrelevant. Ive recently moved back to the town of my birth and it has been difficult. Old memories that arise, new ones about to take flight. The worrying almost never ceases. Finances are churning in a pot where there is little liquid and is burning the inner rim. My thoughts have been astray to the point of having no sort of connection to anything at all. It is true, life has its troubles. They are everywhere, especially when you truly are alone in the world. Family is always supposed to watch out for you, provide for you, heal you when you are bleeding, but mine does none of these. The one sweep of kindness has been to provide a roof and running water. That is considered to sainthood to them. I can do nothing now but scoff at how things shall be once I am away and gone. But I am still afraid for this hope, this dream. I fear that it will be swept away on the breeze of life. However, there is always that HOPE.

The other day was when I was at my very worst. But an angel graced me with her kindness and her sympathy, things which I was afraid of and desperately NEEDED. Even though she is a bit religious at times, she opened my eyes to realizing that sometimes you just have to surrender yourself to a higher power and pray that everything will be alright. It seems like i lost my faith in magick and in everything and in the world. And in myself. She sort of opened my eyes, and I retreated to a corner that I could steal for myself and sobbed and let it all out. All of the emotion, the feelings that I desperately refused to feel. To be honest I totally and completely broke down and prayed! I have not prayed in soo long, especially to a nonphysical floating head in the sky. I actually prayed many times yesterday and no I am not converting or praying to any sort of “God” figure, and if I did it truly and rightly would be none of your bloody business. haha!

Kuan-Yin was the Chinese Goddess of compassion, also known as “She who hears the weeping world”. After attaining enlightenment, she decided to remain in her human form until all earth’s inhabitants gained enlightenment as well. Her followers exercised compassion toward all beings, never eating the flesh of any creature, and lived completely non-violent lives. She was often portrayed holding a willow branch accompanied by Lung, the celestial dragon. Lung is a beneficent creature, bringing rain for the crops in the spring. Some say that the reason the moon changes phases is because Lung slowly swallows the moon and then slowly releases it. It is a Buddhist belief that water sprinkled with a willow branch can bring purifying energy.

To be official however I spoke to all of the right heads of universal principle: God, Allah, the Buddha, Mickey Mouse…you know the usual gang. Alright maybe the mouse was not the most forthcoming, who would have known that Disney drew all his characters with a nasty personality?! At any rate, I prayed and it helped. It made me feel better, since A) there was no one else but myself present to hear me & B) because I needed something else, something more than just another person telling me everything would be alright. I needed silence, and solace, and peace. Of course, I could be much more worse off. I am completely thankful for my boyfriend. He makes everything melt away and in his own way has created a safety net of his own to catch me should I fall to the depths of my dementia. If it were not for his voice during the day, I am unsure what would stop me from finding the nearest window and grabbing a plane ticket straight to Saint Patrick’s Cemetery…

So, hindrances. They are designed for a reason I have come to believe. They challenge us and are used to show that in this world there are no completes. There are never any full securities. There is only LOVE. Finances are the worse human invention ever produced by the human mind. With it, we have created a world dependant on materialism and imaginary numerals that somehow have worth. So, in order to get myself out of such predicaments, I have returned. And all shall be well eventually. I just hope it is before my life is too strained to pay them all back, and in time to travel away and start over. I wish it with every fiber of my being. I pray to Kwan Yin, who answered my prayers about a career and responded with dreams of anthropology and Aztec architecture…or it could have been Mayan. Unsure. Uncertain. At least I am beginning to believe in myself again, and even though there is loath in my heart against my parents for not preparing me for life, I am completely thankful for the others in my life that make it bearable. So, another breakdown. Another move. Another life awaits, and I cannot wait to be in my new home with the love of a person who is by every definition, ADORABLE. As time passes, my passion grows and as my passion my will returns to me. Deep down I know all will be alright. It is just getting to that point which really and bluntly is ridiculous.