Keep your coins, we want change.


Yesterday marked the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots. In 1969 violent demonstrations took place in the Stonewall Inn, where gays and lesbians sat in a protest for equality. They are frequently know as the first occurance in American history where people in the homosexual community fought back against a government-sponsored system that persecuted sexual minorities, and they have become the defining event that marked the start of the gay rights movement in the United States and around the world.

Walking in that rally made me realize how proud I am to be amongst so many other LGBTQA Americans. We all share the same passion for equal rights and no heat, no amount of sweat and certainly no amount of hate can stop us from fighting for what we believe to be right. Yesterday the temperature in North Texas ranked in to be 103 at its peak, also the time that we were marching. Lauren [ex-girl], Jennifer [sister], Tarryn [niece], Devona [family friend], and I all marched the .7 mile path laid out for our landmark rally. Mind you, we were in a very gayborhood and we got loads of supportive honks and wooping from the blocked traffic. People living in the surrounding apartments came out on there high rise balconies and started chanting with us, in every store window or door a rainbow or bi-pride flag could be found; like the video says, this is the best and the worst time for my generation and its gay people, because even as I felt such a strong sense of pride as I walked that almost-mile I also felt deeply saddened when I looked around and noticed that myself, Lauren, Tarryn and Devona were the only teenagers in the whole crowd...why arent more people our age feeling proud of themselves, to find comfort in the gay community or with oneself it is abundently necessary to interact.

^Lauren, myself, and Tarryn.


^Tarryn and Lauren chanting. the sign Tarryn is holding says, "With our love, we can change the world. If they only knew." -a classic lyric from a Beatles song.





I learned from MGM this: whenever there is a massive gay gathering or event, there are bound to be just as many dogs as there are human beings.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
This sign was held by a straight couple who were holding hands. I thought it was an especially endearing visual as they both seemed to have come by themselves [with no gay counterparts] simply to protest an injustice. It made me really proud to know that there are people like that out there.


^ Lauren and I walking through the blistering sun to register with the Stonewall Democrats, yes, I registered as a Democratic voter with my ex girlfriend. And we had a fucking blast...which comes as a shock to me because we fought for a whole year to get over one another [maybe I fought more than she did, however we have come this far and its looking pretty good to me]. We also went to target before the march and I helped her pick out sunglasses and she let me pick out gum [that we shared during the whole day]. It meant alot to me that she valued my opinion and considered my tastes for things. Also, sharing a whole pack of gum between ex-girlfriends? -->seems a bit touchy to me "P




So I smell like my best friend, Im talking to my ex girlfriend planning our March for Equality this Sunday as well as our L Word marathon/pizza/sign making souree tomorrow, Ive just eaten a whole 8-pack of Butterfingers, I can stop sneezing, I miss the girl I love, I have a bitchin' cankersore on my bottom lip, my face is a disaster area, my room's a mess, gotta pee, watching August Rush, thinking about running my usual 3 miles in the AM...and Im still really damn happy right now.


This Evening's Conversation.


This was the conversation my Aunt and I had while painting my toenails:

Me: I wonder what being in menopause this young will do to me in the future...
Missie: Hmm, I dont know.
[time to ponder]
Missie: ...grow hair on your chest.
[hysterical laughter]
Me: Oh yeah, the ladie's will love that.
Missie: Oh my... [busts out in laughter, crying from laughter]
Me: Oh wowwwwww, mmmm yeah, hair oh yeah.
[Missie slaps me and tells me to quit]
Missie: Stop so I can finish this toenail and not paint the toe!

My life is golden right now.


Blogging from School...again.

I still find it amazing that they block everything...but blogger.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic

my beef Katie J!!
and I, skipping through the Wakeland Hallways on one of my last days in high school.

Ive been doing alot of combined blogs, sorry about that; Im too busy with the end of the year stuff to write all of my thoughts every night.

Last Thursday my orchestra had our last concert of the year, and we did basically...BADASS, we got 3 standing ovations. Afterwards during the reception I started having this really deep conversation with my recital pianist and she made me realize that there are people that genuinely care about others success and egocentrism. We were talking about how I always play so...unconfidently in my recitals, when during the rehearsals I play amazingly. To keep the story short; I can play for myself when Im thinking about one subject to aim my passion during my playing for but not when I have 30 or so people staring at me. My pianist's name is Oksana Ajowuerhnva [something Ukranian :D] and she and my orchestra director/life mentor are two of the most inspirational people I have ever come to know; they both moved from Russia by themselves to build a life in America both at around the age of 20, shortly after finishing University. They both taught themselves English and became well known performers in the States by the time they were 25 and now they both take on the job as educators for young teen musicians. Shortly before our conversation ended I said "the next time we play together I will try to do my best and not get nervous again" and Oksana replies back with "no Rebekah, you wont try, you will do, just play, play with all of your heart and everything you've ever put into that music will come pouring out and anyone listening will feel what you feel; and Rebekah...remember, you are the best. you, yourself, will always be the best and no one can change that", she then winked, hugged me and walked away. I cried. Ive never had anyone care so much about my success in ANYTHING as much as both of my teachers have this year. Liudmila and Oksana, thank you so much.

I turned 18 last Saturday :]] and I had the best birthday of my life so far. My parents bought me a 1950's style cruiser bike and went way out of their way to find the perfect one. My sister's gift to me is taking me to get my first tattoo, and the way she showed it at my actual party was by wrapping A&D ointment which was really comical because my parents didnt get it at first. My time to type this is almost over, seeing as how Im at school, in my art lab trying to waste time before I take my one and only exam left of my high school career. Im nervous even though I know Ill pass. I dont even need the credit but I would still like to do well. [sigh]