Ginger Rage

Hello humans. Yes, humans. You strange creatures that walk around in a constant state of self awareness, always wondering what is expected of you and what isn't. Sometimes it's difficult to straddle that line of what is considered unique while also trying to stay similar enough to society that we aren't considered strange or an abomination. We make restrictions on other people's lives because they aren't like we are. A man has decided he wants to be a she and the masses come out to destroy her. A woman decides to marry another woman and is considered an abomination because that's just disgusting. The most adamant and the most hateful are those basing their beliefs on religion. In America, they identify as Christians (not all Christians, some of you I love like a very cute cuddly puppy). They believe that people such as myself that have fallen in love with someone of the same gender are making a choice and that we should turn to God. This is what scripture

I'm not sure that I've been a cynic on love my entire life, but I have written confirmation that I definitely was at 17 years old and still a senior in high school. This comes in the form of a scrap book that we were supposed to complete about our lives. I loved this assignment, I loved what I did with it and I love that the teacher I had admired so much had liked it as well. I still have the scrapbook and so occasionally I look through it and at what my life had been for the first 17-18 years of my life when it was competed. There was one prompt that she gave us, "It's Love This Time". I changed it to, "It's Not Love This Time" and posted a bunch of pictures of cute celebrity boys because I had no first loves. Well, at this time in my life, I don't think I had ever been on a date before. I went on one date my senior year of high school and that was a set up through one of my friends. Let's just say we aren't married. He ended up