My principal called my mom (they're friends) to tell her I was doing the GSA and that it isn't (not that it might not, or probably won't) go through because it interferes with people's religious beliefs.

I feel like someone is wrenching my newborn baby out of my arms, like someone is setting my house on fire, like someone has killed a member of my family.


Needless to say I won't take "DENIED" as an option. I will take this to court and pay for the lawyers myself if they deny my application because it offends people. I will fight tooth and nail for this until I graduate, even if I get detentions and suspensions and referrals. This will happen, regardless of whether I accomplish it, or someone else does.


Despite the fact that this is Texas and this town is conservative, I will have my GSA, even if I make a spectacle of myself getting it. I will handle the mudslinging (both literally and figuratively), I will handle slashed tires and keyed cars. I will handle bodily harm. I am willing to, quite literally, die for this. Not the club, per se, but what the club represents: equality, unconditional caring, standing up for what's right, and being able to express oneself without fear of judgment.

I will be willing to die as long as I inspire one person to be who they are, one person not to kill themselves, give one person the courage to ask out that guy they've been eying.


As long as I help someone, I will be able to die a happy woman.



MY DA FAMILY:
Sensei:
Evil Twin:
OTHER twin who was separated from me at birth:
Super-spazz-tastic ultra-mega awesome partner-in-crime:
Former partner-in-crime:
Con Buddy:
Slave Owner:
Little sister:
Husband/Brother:
Cousin:
Favorite Random Reno Cosplayer:
THE ALMIGHTY MAFIA GODMOTHER:
Random Internet Buddy:
Forgotten Half-Vampire Cousin of An Aunt:


Webcomics:
Pennies Pasted on Paper
Iter Loquaculo et Poopo
My Life is a Gay Drama and I'm the Only One Not Getting Laid (still in the works)


CLUBS: