Lesbian Denied Communion at Mother's Funeral

A priest denied a lesbian communion at her mother's funeral.

The woman said, "I went up. I was standing next to my mother’s casket and he covered the bowl, and said, ‘I cannot give you Communion because you are with a woman, and in the eyes of the church, that is a sin.’" Here is the link: Link

Should a lesbian be denied communion at her mother's funeral?

What is Bullying?

Bullying is a widespread and serious problem that can happen anywhere. It is not a phase children have to go through, it is not "just messing around", and it is not something to grow out of. Bullying can cause serious and lasting harm.

Although definitions of bullying vary, most agree that bullying involves:

Imbalance of Power: people who bully use their power to control or harm and the people being bullied may have a hard time defending themselves

Intent to Cause Harm: actions done by accident are not bullying; the person bullying has a goal to cause harm

Repetition: incidents of bullying happen to the same the person over and over by the same person or group.

Types of Bullying

Bullying can take many forms. Examples include:

Verbal: name-calling, teasing
Social: spreading rumors, leaving people out on purpose, breaking up friendships
Physical: hitting, punching, shoving
Cyberbullying: using the Internet, mobile phones or other digital technologies to harm others

An act of bullying may fit into more than one of these groups.

Victims of Bullying:

Jamey Rodemeyer:

Jamey Rodemeyer, a 14 year old boy; committed suicide after being bullied since the beginning of Middle School; He committed suicide on Sept. 18 2011 he was a freshman in High School.

Joe Chearmonte:

Joe Chearmonte committed Suicide after being bullied in High School.

And many more victims. We must stop bullying!

They say, "Sticks and Stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me." This saying is wrong..... Words can hurt.....

Words Can HURT or Heal. What did your words do today?

Unsettling

Dreams are creepy. Last week, a dream I had brought that home to me again. I’ve been realizing that sleep truly is a time when your mind guddles about in a subconcious that knows a lot more than your conscious mind is aware of.

In my dream, I was talking about one of my favorite Thai dishes, green papaya salad. My former 11th grade teacher, Mrs. Price, was randomly there, and she explained that she had tried that up in L.A., but there they called it "patina."

That dream conversation hadn’t faded when I woke up, and I wondered what "patina" meant. Huh. Wouldn’t it be uncanny if patina meant "a mixture"?

Patina means a sheen or a gloss. It didn’t fit the context of the dream conversation. Yet patina is not a word I say, write, or even think of. What else does my mind know that I don’t know? This is the idea that I find unsettling.

Mrs. Price, did you try green papaya salad--in L.A.? Now that would be creepy.

http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/369275889

Lies and Deception are the Conditions of Life

As ugly as it may translate in our eyes, this, I find most truth in (ironic huh). Without the ability to mask ourselves, our actions, our thoughts, our images, and our past big and small----we wouldn't be where we are today. To some degree or some form, we have done it repeatedly over and over again, sometimes without thought as if it was some survival instinct. And yet society's barking in our ears,

"You should be HONEST."
"Lies are bad."
"You are a bad individual."

If speaking out of self-inwardness, I would be saying those things too. As a matter of fact, it's killing me out of frustration right now to condemn those who take me for a fool. However I'm sure I've done the same and so forth. What's worse is self-denial, when you're so good at deception that you fool even yourself into belief and lost sight.

But really, to what reliable extent can we differentiate between "real" from "fake"? To label others as superficial or social con artists without making yourself a hypocrite? It is a question of consciousness, intentions, measures, and selfish interpretations.

All I know is that I'm discouraged a great deal. I think to myself, sure there are times for our own sake where we must exhale, inhale, or even hold our breath altogether in spite of our surroundings. But oh people....

What ever happened to the concept of balancing between give and take in a place where you happen to want to share life with someone other than yourself?

http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/330247822

Late Night Nothing

So it's semi late. I don't feel like sleeping yet. A little tired but I don't want to waste this time to just do whatever the hell I want and not what I have to. I'm not quite content nor am I truly disappointed. I sit here listening to songs I don't relate to, staring out into space and dimensions that don't exist, writing words with no particular direction. I just know I have to do something, express something----even if it's nothing.

If I dig deep enough, I'm sure I can come into focus. But the closer I get to that point, I feel like I'm farther from what I'm looking for. Don't know what it is however it's out there. I can feel it. At the same time, I'm lost.

I'm frustrated and at what? I still have no idea.

In the end, this is just a way to doodle out my stress. I spend my time thinking over things when in the end nothing comes out. It's not that it lacks substance. It's just that I get wrapped up when attempting to reconcile with them, make them clear, obvious, and coherent. It makes sense, but it isn't the answer alone. Sense and logic sometimes tend to ignore the impulse drives of our emotions and desires.

It rationalizes and detaches. It conveys nothingness.

This makes me think, our thoughts are made to flow out like toilet paper. In the heart of self reflection, no one should ever revamp their thoughts for presentation and have it rewind around our psyche, rubbing us from ear to ear, back and forth again of the same filth we try to rid of. Likewise, no one should ever reuse a wad of used toilet paper. It poisons the mind as much as it stinks our hands and senses.

And right now, I am very much disgusted by the smell of my fingers.
Thank you, thank you very much.

http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/301736582

I Couldn't Come Up With a Clever and Deep Title

I'm not too happy with what's going on with my life lately. I've come to realize that I've been losing a lot of friends. I'm not quite sure if it's because I did something wrong (most likely) or because we just grew apart. What was once a tight and close friendship with countless inside jokes now feels like a casual forced "hello" that you would say to any stranger you see on the street that made eye contact with you.

I've always believed in fighting for friendships that you think count, but ultimately, I guess all relationships have to evolve. People change, priorites change, lifestyles change, new people come into each other's lives. And in the end, it makes it that much difficult to get things back to the way they were. Sadly, there's nothing you can do to try to save that... no matter how hard you try... but that's life.

http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/285069582

Caring Too Much

I think my biggest problem is that I care too much. I'm always the one putting in all the effort, but the same never comes back to me. It sucks to feel like you're the only one putting in any effort. It's exhausting to get disappointed every time. I should stop beating myself up over it, because it is not my fault. I put in the effort, I showed I care, it's up to them to realize that and appreciate it. Sadly, I won't be holding my breath for that.

I guess it's true what they say, the good guys really do finish last. They are indeed the ones that get recognized last, appreciated when its too late, and hurt the most. I'm getting tired of waking up every morning and hoping that being the good guy will pay off.
And its a wonder why there are so many assholes in the world. Perhaps it's because they are sick and tired of being the ones that always gets let down, so they put up a shield to protect themselves from being too vulnerable.

Maybe I should start being an asshole, even if it is not my nature to be one... it sure is a lot easier to not care about someone. Someone once told me, "I have no one to love and no one loves me. The strange thing is, I'm happy about it. Because when you have no one to love, you can't get hurt." I used to feel bad for that person, but now I'm starting to envy their way of thinking.

http://www.myspace.com/msun/blog/275016972