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"Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence, a national youth movement protesting the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people and their allies in schools. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by harassment, prejudice, and discrimination. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward fighting these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today. What are you going to do to end the silence?" - Day of Silence card handed out by participants.

HB 

According to sexpert James Rutz ("author, copywriter, columnist, teacher, pioneer thinking, chronicler of the miraculous and spokesman for the worldwide house church community" - jimrutz.com), soy made me gay.  Since I'm proud of my gayness, I would like to personally thank all things soy for making me who I am.  I am fabulous, artistic, introspective, have great fashion sense, and have a great manpanion.  Now I know I owe it all to that little bean known as soy.  So thanks, soy, just for being so soy-ey and so so gay.  I am eternally grateful. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

But wait.  I was breast-fed as a baby, I've only tried soy milk once and didn't like it.  I don't eat tofu or any other soy-based foods that I know of.  I do like Chinese food with soy sauce, however - AHA!  -No wait, Rutz's article at WingNutDaily WorldNetDaily says soy sauce is an exception and will not gay-ify you.  Also, there are several studies showing this is just an urban legend. So now I don't know for sure what put teh gay in me.  I'm gay and confused.

Hmm.  Maybe I was simply born gay. And Rutz is a fucktard.

HB 

It kind of hits home since I was raised in a Pentecostal household as well.  I chose to hide my sexuality and repress it instead of coming out.  I prayed to God to rid me of my sinful ways, but it didn't work of course.  I might have stayed single and celibate all my life;  I might have had a sham marriage to a woman I would never be attracted to sexually.  Instead, I moved away from my family (whom I still love dearly) and my religion and I started a relationship with a wonderful man who supports me 100% and loves me unconditionally.  My only regret is that I didn't do it sooner.  I feel as if a large chunk of my life has been irretrievably lost.  It's a BIG regret that makes me furious sometimes.  Furious at the world and at myself.

HB