Ninmah, the mother goddess, is fashioning mankind out of clay. While doing this, she boasts that she will determine the fate- good or bad- for all she creates. Enki, the father god, retors as follows, “I will counterbalance whatever fate – good or bad – you happen to decide.” Ninmah then creates three men and one women with atypical biology and Enki gives each various forms of status to ensure respect for their uniqueness.
Why can’t all of society do this? Give intersex people the respect for their uniqueness that they deserve?
Okay, time for my second blog post ever. I’m pretty excited because today’s topic ladies and gentlemen, is somthing very personal to me. Heads up though, this is not because I know from experience but because I feel very strongly about equality and people feeling the need to belong.
Here it goes, for this past week, in my Honors 11 English class, we’ve been doing a research paper. To help us decide what topic we wanted to do it on, my teacher gave us a packet full of all different types of ideas. There were two that caught my eye: Gay Marriage and Intersexuals. Now, for reasons that aren’t interesting and don’t need to be mentioned, I chose Intersexuals. Okay, for those of you that don’t know what an intersexual is, it’s a hermaphrodite, but hermaphrodite is the animal termanology and kind of insulting to call the human version. For those of you who don’t know what a hermaphrodite is, an intersexual is a person born with some of kind problem to where their gender identity is a bit unclear. If you can’t take the hint, I’m not going to go into details and explain genitalia to you.
Anywho, once I chose this, suddenly people started asking me over and over again what I was doing my research paper on. Honestly, I didn’t let my freak flag fly. I was scared that the people would give me weird looks and think there was somthing wrong with me for wanting to write on that subject. This was stupid of me, and I know that. I was being stupid, and I know it. There was nothing to be ashamed of or scared about and when I finally realized this, anytime people asked me what I was doing my project on, I answered. Guess what? No one cared I was doing the project on that. No one asked why. No one gave me wierd looks or anything.
This is the way things should be all the time. No one should have to lie about who they are or be ashamed of it. Everyone is equal and whether they’re gay, lesbian, bisexual, intersexual, or anything else. No matter what, people should be proud of what they are and let it shine. No one is less than anyone else; everyone is equal in every way. Most of all, no one, no one, should ever have to change who they are for anybody for any reason. You are who you are and don’t ever change.
Okay, I’ve never done a blog before in my entire life, and, honestly, I’ve never read one, but I’d like to. I just need to find an interesting one. As far as I know, I just write about my life and feelings on different matters. I’m not sure if my life or opinions on matters will peak people’s curiosity, but I’ll give it a try. Okay, I’ll start with today.
Recently, my favorite teacher passed away for whatever reason; no one really knows. It was devestating for the whole school; she was only in her forties and one of the nicest most caring women I’ve ever met. The next time we went to school we had greif counselor’s talk to us and the whole school cried; it was a sad time to say the least. This was all a couple weeks ago though, and now I miss her more than ever because we have a horrid replacement teacher.
At first, he seemed kind of cool; he’s young, attractive, and he seemed kind of fun and understanding. Now, he’s just a giant shit storm of epic porportions. He participates in favoratism, and, trust me, I’m not his favorite. Example: the other day, he told us to write a two paragraph summary on the bombing of Japan after Pearl Harbor. Therefore, the whole class sans one person wrote a two paragraph summary. You know, a shortening of the events? Well, one girl, wrote a two paragraph thing in first person on her opinion of what should have been done. He said it had a lot of emotion, and he liked it.
Now, after the summary, he wanted us to write a page and a half about the bombing, the agruments against it, and our opinion. I repeat, our opinion! Now, for several paragraphs, I wrote facts, and I am a writer. I really am. I try to use correct grammar at all times, and I write in my spare time, so I know I’m a good writer. I’m not conceited, but I have to acknowledge at least one nice thing about myself. Anywho, I wrote nicely. Then, the last paragraph, I wrote my opinion. In order to write your own opinion, you have no choice but to switch to first person narrative. Now, I don’t know if he just didn’t like my very strong opinionated personality that I showed in my writing or what, but he gave my paper back with a very low grade.
He said that I shouldn’t switch from facts to opinion like that, and I shouldn’t switch from third person to first. He did this to no one else who stated their opinion in the paper as was DIRECTED! It’s just me. Also, every time I look up from doing whatever it may be that I’m doing, he is looking at me. I don’t know if it’s just coincidence or what, but every five minutes, it seems I’m making direct eye contact with him. To say the least, we seem to have a mutual hate for one another, and I miss my fun loving, nice history teacher.