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                I want a world in which there is no default sexuality—in fact, I want a world in which “sexuality” becomes an outdated word. I want a world in which when I meet a person, I don’t immediately assume that they’re straight, or gay, or anything; I want to think of people as people, who, when they love people, love them for their people-ness and do not allow things as puny as sex to restrict them. I don’t ever want to think that I’m better off as belonging to a majority, because it means that there are things that I don’t want to face, things that I would not know how to face if I were required to face them.
 

                I think that in the future I am going to make a point of not allying myself with any sexuality. Let people assume what they want based upon the people with whom I am in relationships. But I am beginning to believe more and more each day in what I first heard this summer through a trusted friend: sexuality isn’t about the way the parts match up. We’re smart enough as people to find our pleasure where we will, regardless of whether such unions are biologically viable. Instead, it’s about the way the people match up. Why should we assume that love has anything to do with biology?


               
I’ve been more involved in the issue of marriage equality than I have been with any other single ballot issue this year, but now, I’m realizing that I still haven’t been active enough. If Proposition 8 passes, I will be extremely upset, but I will use that energy to do something. I will become involved. It doesn’t matter what my sexuality is: no one should be treated in the discriminatory manner in which homosexuals are treated.


               
There was a time unfortunately not too long ago when I would have been uncomfortable with people thinking I was gay. I would not have wanted anyone to question my sexuality, because I was not entirely sure myself what I thought about being gay. My own moral compass hadn’t quite settled on a direction yet, and while I wasn’t about to support legislation that would take away the rights of others, I also wasn’t sure if what some people were saying about homosexuality being morally wrong was something I believed. But now I have come to the realization that in the genetic lottery, it is just as possible that I could have been born gay as it is that anyone else I know could have been. And I would not think of myself as a lesser person for loving women instead of men. I would not want to live in a world that thinks less of me for anything that has to do with me showing my love for others, in whatever form. If love isn’t the point of living, I don’t know what is.


               
It’s a little late in the game to be talking about this now, but we’re not done yet. If Proposition 8 passes in California, it’s not the end. It’s only the beginning. And I know that I’ll be there fighting for equality of love in every way that I can for years to come, until everyone everywhere is in possession of this one fundamental right: the ability to walk down a street anywhere from Berkeley to Mission Viejo, in red states and in blue states, in America and out, holding hands with their loved ones without fear of sneers or retribution or heckling, without fear that any harm might come their way, with nothing in their hearts but the simple joy of feeling another’s touch and knowing that this is it, this is what we’ve all been waiting for, this is love.


               
This is my decision. Disagree if you like. Talk to me about it if you like. But please do not try to fight against love with hatred. It will never get you anywhere you want to be. I will not respond to baiting, and like-minded sensible people will not either.


               
And if you’re one of those like-minded, sensible people—help me spread this love. Work with me to make gay marriage legal all across the country and all throughout the world. Work with me to eliminate discrimination from our hearts and souls as well as from our laws. Work with me to make this world a place I’m proud to live in.


               
Work with me. Dream with me.


               
Love with me.


               
Together, we can change the world.

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Chris Baty has just informed me why my life is worth living.

I love life.
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Something More (Augustine's Confession)
by Switchfoot

Augustine
Just woke up with a broken heart
All this time
He's never been awake before

At thirty-one
His whole world is a question mark
All this time
He's never been awake before

Watching dreams that he once had
Feed the flame inside his head
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says...

"There's got to be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to You"

Augustine
All his fears keep falling out
All this time
He's never been awake before

Finding now
His old dreams aren't panning out
All this time
He's never been awake before

But he's mad to be alive
And he's dying to be met
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says...

"Hey, I give it all away
Nothing I was holding back remains
Hey, I give it all away
Looking for the grace of God today"

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I haven't done anything important today. Maybe I need to redefine "important." Or maybe I just need to watch some good TV that'll make me laugh and make me think. Or maybe I need to read a book.

Or maybe I have to stop obsessing about finding meaning in my life, because I only ever see it in retrospect, anyway, and who's to say that this isn't what meaning is?
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Ever typed "the meaning of life" into an internet browser in the middle of your second year calculus class because you were too damn fidgety to do anything else productive with your life?

<http://users.aristotle.net/~diogenes/meaning1.htm>

Right now the thing I want most in the world is a large room with white walls, and a whole pack of multicolored Sharpies so I could write on them. As it is, the walls of my room are too bare, and I want to cover them with my words and thoughts and not have to worry about repainting. If I lived on my own, I would go crazy and write all over the walls, and then just repaint them later.

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