Nature is Unnatural... Apparently

For my first post I'd thought I'd share something I find quite interesting...

Warning! The following article contains a small amount of biological science and a large amount of biological awesome, all illustrating the fact that Nature doesn't subscribe to the opinion that anything that isn't a Cisgendered Heterosexual is 'Unnatural'. 

Now, whilst we know this is true. How's about a few examples?

Marilyn Manson, Androgynous Bada*s (Andy Jean Heroes Series)

Anyone from the 1970s knows Marilyn Manson. The darkest of the dark rockers, who scandalizes people to this day. People petition to keep him away from having concerts in their town. He was one of the societal forces that were blamed for the Columbine massacre.

He screams. He croaks. He's openly blasphemous. He destroys hotel rooms and is then sued for thousands of dollars.

But  the man can rock makeup like no one else.

Don't judge someone until you've walked a mile in their shoes

This article may be considered controversial. It only covers my own opinion on the subject, not necessarily the opinions of my fellow bloggers.

A while ago, I was thinking about the fact that homophobic people, who don’t know or understand anything about being gay, shouldn't judge us unless they first do some research on the subject. In my opinion, they aren't allowed to hurt us, either physically or mentally, they aren't allowed to tell us what we are, or what we are not, they aren't allowed to think negatively about us for being different, heck, they aren't even allowed to talk about the subject without knowing anything about it. It blows my mind that so many people dare to tell us that we are wrong, even thought they don’t know anything about us. 

Tears Are Not Weakness; Fists Are Not Love

It's a small scar, cutting across my right side about 5-6 inches. At an inch wide, it looks like a harmless reminder of some accident. Maybe I fell off a horse, or snagged myself on a rock. If only it were that simple. The scar on my side resides among many that I received during my time in an abusive lesbian relationship. I'm almost certain that my friends knew. There's no way that they didn't. I may not have had bruises, but her modus operandi was cutting. She would lay me down and carve into me. Not in a Hannibal Lecter sort of way, but she told me she liked to watch the blood. Which, in hindsight, that's still pretty creepy.