A conversation(?)/argument(?) in which I found myself engaged. I don't know what it is about conservatives that they get so offended by this stuff.


My Original Bulletin:
Will Truman kissing the homophobe bible pusher on the finale of Will and Grace was one of the most brilliantly awesome hilarious things I've ever seen on television.


the response I got to that bulletin:
what is a 'homophobe'? you can break it down can't you...'phobia' is a fear right? just because someone doesn't agree with or support homosexuality doesn't mean he is SCARED of a gay person. you understand what i'm saying right? i don't like the gay actions but i won't treat them any different from anyone else.


My response:
a homophobe is one who is afraid of sameness of monotony. when someone uses homophobe in reference to a person who doesn't approve of the gay lifestyle it's just slang. it's not meant to be used scientifically to describe one who fears homosexuality.


the response to my statement: so you're saying that a homophobe is one who fights nonconformity? if thats the case, i can use "homophobe" to refer to someone who fits in to any group. so gays fighting to fit in as "married" (trying to confrom to that social status group) are homophobes?


my response to that:
let's take the word "homophobia" apart. "homo" means same not gay. "phobia" means fear. homophobia means fear of the same. if a homophobe fears sameness, then he wouldn't fight nonconformity, he would embrace it. conformity is the ultimate enemy of a homophobe. nonconformity means being different. homophobes like difference. being homophobic has nothing to do with fear of homosexuality. like I said, it's the fear of monotony, which is completely different from how it is used in slang as a reference to one who hates or disapproves of homosexuality. it's not meant to be taken so literally. when I say homophobe, I'm using it as slang. in all actuality, when used properly, a homophobe would be someone who, if straight, would embrace the gay lifestyle because it is different.

homophobes fear the monotony of everyday life. going through routines. never being able to change. it can result in being fearful of having a boring job, or homophobia could mean that one is fearful of being "trapped" with the same family in the same house for the rest of his or her life. homophobes could be fearful of identical twins or any other items that are similar to each other. homophobes would never buy two shirts that look alike. they might even fear a pair of shoes.

I overdosed on sin tonight.

Inquire how in private.

so Ty got pulled over tonight, and the cop made him take a field sobriety test.

let me just say that it was the single scariest moment of my life.

for those ten minutes I was only thinking about Ty's welfare and not my own.

I've never felt so selfless in my entire life. It felt kinda good to think of another over myself.

good night.

I'm becoming obsessed with Ben Harper.

an m&m blast and tool's opiate.

yes this day does in fact rule.

myspace blows. it never works when I need it to work.

i wanted to post a song on there but of course they're gonna shut things down so they can fix some "problem"

This is what I did for St. Paddy's weekend.

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I cut my hair and trimmed my beard.

I haven't posted anything on here in a long time.

I'm having a very tough time trying to decide where I want to transfer to in the fall.

I can go to Ole Miss and my life would be almost exactly the same, or I can go to State, and that would be a huge change.

If I move to Starkville, then I will be able to do musical things and probably better myself because being the only person around here who loves music enough to actually learn to make it has put me in a very stale place. I have nowhere to progress to because I have no one to jam with and influence me or add something to what I've created that I would've otherwise never thought to do. When Faison sort of existed I was in a very happy place. Nothing beats jamming with friends.

I lean more toward State everyday, but I don't know what it is that's making me consider staying where I am. There should be no question as to where I go in the fall, but I'm being held back by something unknown. Maybe I'll figure out what it is, and maybe by doing so I will better be able to make a concrete decision.

I hate punk. It's completely fake now. These kids today know nothing about where punk comes from, and they don't even know what anarchy really means. Anarchy is not partying and disobeying your parents. MTV has ruined one of the greater movements in music history. Thanks.

I hate emo. What is the appeal of this garbage? How many different ways can a person say that their heart was ripped out? The songs are so formulaic; it's disgusting. Those hairstyles are completely ridiculous. They talk about how antisocial they are, but they go to extreme lengths to stand out. WTF?!

I hate rap. That's all there is to say. Hip hop culture is completely ridiculous. Diamonds and guns and cars. There are much better things in this world. Why not take all that money that you make from degrading women in your "songs" (and I use that term loosely) and do something to help better the world, instead of buying a ridiculously huge house and expensive cars with dvd players and PS2's?

Amazingly enough I made through an entire angry post without using any swear words.


Fuck. Shit. Ass. Goddamn.

I just figured it was time I shared my pictures from New Year's Eve on Beale St. with Ty.

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2005 where did you go so wrong? I was not too good to you, but you really put it on me in December. Good riddance, I say.

I've fucked off for too long. It may sound cliche, but this year is going to actually mean something. I'm going to grow up this year and stop acting like a kid.

I'm in my third year of college, so it's about time I finally do something worth a damn. I've finally decided on definite major (philosophy), and I'm gonna make sure I have a 4.0 from here on out. No more of this 2.5 bullshit. I got a 4.0 last year, and there's no reason why I shouldn't get one every semester.

I'm going to stop partying all the time. It's getting old anyway. Instead of going out and getting wasted, I'm going to use that time wasted to find ways to better myself. I will become a real musician. I will master bass. I will re-learn piano. I will learn more chords on guitar. I will get serious about learning to sing. I've found a place of contentment in my musical skills that I should not be satisfied with, and I will no longer settle for my mediocre skills. I am now Bob, serious musician.

I will start writing again. There's no sense in me coming up with a great story idea, jotting it down, and never looking at it again. I could be sitting on a bestseller and not even know it.

I will lose weight this year. I'm 5'10" and 170 lbs. That's a bit too much if you ask me. I remember not to long ago when I wore a size 30 waste; now I wear a 33 albeit a little tightly. I will get rid of this gut. I tried a veggie burger last night and loved it. Maybe it won't be that difficult to become a vegetarian.

This year I will keep all of my resolutions. If I better myself, I know I can finally get out of this godforsaken town, out of this godforsaken state that's continually holding me back. I can't be the real me as long as I'm in the delta and it's really starting to take a toll on my stated of mind. Constantly trying to be inoffensive to the bible belt southerner way of life can be very exhausting.

That's all I have to say for now. 2006, we're gonna have a great time together.

The “road hog” in front of you on Main Street is a farmer’s combine.

The local phone book has only one yellow page.

Third Street is on the edge of town.

You leave your jacket on the back of the chair in the cafe, and when you go back the next day, it’s still there, on the same chair.

You don’t signal turns because everyone knows where you’re going, anyway.

No social events can be scheduled when the school gym floor is being varnished.

You call a wrong number and they supply you with the correct one.

Everyone knows all the news before it’s published; they just read the hometown paper to see whether the publisher got it right.

The city limits signs are both on the same post!

The City jail is called amoeba, because it only has one cell.

The McDonalds only has one Golden Arch.

The one-block-long Main Street dead ends in both directions.

Second Street is in the next town over.

There’s no place to go that you shouldn’t.

A “Night on the Town” takes only 11 minutes.

The mayor had to annex property to eat a foot-long hot dog.

The New Year’s baby was born in October.

Running from the cops consists of hiding in the cornfield.

You have to name six surrounding towns to explain to people where you’re from.

You have to drive five miles out in the country to smoke a cigarette.

Headline news is who grew the biggest vegetable this year.

There is no point in high-school reunions because everyone knows what everyone else is doing anyway.

Driving cars up and down the main drag is a universal high school experience.

You can name everyone you graduated with.

You know what 4-H is.

You ever went to parties at a pasture, barn, or in the middle of a dirt road.

You said the ‘f’ word and your parents knew within the hour.

You schedule parties around the schedule of different police officers, since you know which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn’t - same goes with the game warden.

You ever went cow-tipping or snipe hunting.

School gets canceled for state sporting events.

You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how old you were and if you were old enough, they would still tell your folks.

When you did find someone old enough and brave enough to buy cigarettes, you still had to go out to the country and drive back roads to smoke them.

You were ever in the Homecoming parade.

You have ever gone home for Homecoming.

It was cool to date someone from the neighboring town.

You had senior skip day.

The whole school went to the same party after graduation.

You don’t give directions by street names or references (turn by Nelson’s house, go two blocks to the Anderson’s turn left and it’s four houses left of the football field).

The golf course had only 9 holes

You can’t help but date a friend’s ex-girlfriend.

Your car stays filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason.

You think kids that ride skateboards are weird.

The town next to you is considered “trashy” or “snooty” but is actually just like your town.

Getting paid minimum wage is considered a great job.

You refer to anyone with a house newer than 1980 as “rich” people.

The people in the city dress funny, then you pick up on the trend a few years later.

You bragged to your friends because you got pipes on your truck for your birthday.

Anyone you want can be found at either the Dairy Queen or the feed store.

You see at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town.

Football coaches suggest that you haul hay for the summer to get stronger.

Directions are given using “the” stop light as a reference

The city council meets at the coffee shop.

Your letter jacket was worn after your 19th birthday.

You have ever taken a trailer or dog to school on a daily basis.

Weekend excitement involves a trip to the grocery store.

Even the ugly people enter beauty contests.

You decide to walk somewhere for exercise and 5 people pull over and ask if you need a ride.

Your teachers call you by your older siblings names.

Your teachers remember when they taught your parents.

You can charge at all the local stores.

The closest McDonald’s is 45 miles away.

So is the closest mall.

It is normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower.

Everyone who played sports had to play on every type of team, or there wouldn’t be enough people to have a team.

Being able to hit a road sign with a beer bottle while driving down the highway is considered a necessary skill.

A cool vehicle had big tires or a bad-ass stereo.

You can remember when your town finally got cable.

Driving to the party on a four wheeler is quite normal.

You thought the 30-year-old guy that still was at all the parties was cool.

The town population increases by one-third when the universities go on break.

The best burgers in town are at the rink.

You know exactly where to go when the party is at “the lake”.

You lost your virginity at a bush party.

I'm very stressed out by the world right now. Everything I do is fucking up for me. I need a drink or 12.

As much as I like Mississippi, what with all the characters that inhabit this state, and all of its amazing history that keeps me fascinated every hour of the day, I really want to get out of this state. I get so bored here. There is so much more going on in other parts of the country, and I feel like I'm missing out or being held back. It seems that people here do not want to progress at all, and somehow their lack of want for something better is affecting me. I find myself not even attempting to reach my goals as of late. I know it's a cop out to blame the people around me for my attitude, but their complacency really is contagious. I guess I'm just afraid to progress or grow on my own. I guess subconsciously I want the approval of the people I associate with, and that has kept me from being the real me. What I'm really trying to say is that I need a change. My life has become a series of routines that I can't seem to escape. I just want to run away for a while and "do my own thing," but I can't seem to get any support from the people who I expected to support me on this. I know I shouldn't wait for support from people to be myself, but I can't help myself. I'm about to make some major changes in my life.

Never go to Sam's Place again. Honky Tonks just aren't as fun as the movies portray them to be.

P.S.
Don't discuss politics while intoxicated. It will only lead to anger.

My good good friend and best drinking buddy Ty said the greatest quote of the year, possibly of all time, today.

"I'm drinking my dinner. George Bush may have let me down, but George Dickel never will."

So this is my first post on the livejournal. That is all.