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I’m not known for my lack of opinions. I tend to have them, and I tend to share them.

I think it’s fortunate that I am from and currently live in a place that allows me that luxury – a luxury denied to too many in this world.

I also have the right to believe what I want, think what I want, harbor what feelings I may, and live my life in peace.

I am not an advocate of gay rights, I am not an advocate of women’s rights, I am not an advocate of minority rights – I’m an advocate of HUMAN RIGHTS.

I have a very global view of the world, at times I would say a universal view of the world. I look at the big picture and find it hard to believe that groups of men have the power to dictate basic freedoms in the lives of other humans. Our lives are so short in the grand scheme of things, no one should have to live it in fear or unhappiness.

I believe in basic human rights such as privacy, the right to live without unreasonable fears, the right to work, the right to own property, the right to a family, education, safety, freedom of speech, freedom of thought, the right to vote, to marry, and to know happiness and success by our respective definitions. These are but a few basic rights, but alas for brevity, I shall leave the list as such.

I do not get my morals from any single book or single person or single guru. My morals are a combined effort of my childhood, my parents, my family, my friends, everyone I’ve ever come into contact with, every action I’ve ever done, every word I’ve ever spoken, every word I’ve ever read, and every experience I’ve ever lived. From my past to my present, I’ve learned what I believe is right from the accords of many – and it will undoubtedly continue to evolve as I see more of the world, learn new cultures, meet new people, and live new experiences.

Past experiences like being called names and being made fun of and having our “leaders” on the news act as if my rights as a gay man are of no substance to them have taught me many things. And although I do not appreciate the actions, words, and feelings which I’ve witnessed against me, I will never EVER deny one’s right to them.

So why is it that others see fit to deny them from me?

How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses, how much regret?
What chain reaction, what cause and effect,
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?



I don’t understand a heart devoid of compassion, and honestly…I hope I never do.


– Ross

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  • Comment by Mom — May 8, 2011 @ 22:03

    Amen. I couldn’t agree more.

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