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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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There is a reason I'm pushing 'It Gets Better' so hard. I know you know what it is. The original design of this site, this forum, was to bring gay kids in pain and the adults they become into the warmth of love, affection, romance, confidence, out of pain, despair, darkness, and away from suicide.
That doesn't remove the ability for folk to post and talk about other things. Real life includes all sorts of things. You aren't swamped, locked out, embarrassed for posting about something else or any other awkward thing.
Maybe you, too, are hugely emotional over the recent spate of suicides, young people who ran out of hope suddenly and chose a truly hard way out. I am. I knew none of them, but I hurt for all of them. I'm not sure when grief fatigue sets in, I hope it takes a while. Things are moving in the USA right now. Bullycide has hit mainstream TV. There may be a turn against the religious fascists of the right. And for that to happen all sorts of pressure has to be kept up.
Do I delude myself that little people like me can make a difference?
No. I said to Brody this afternoon that I have a tanker full of wet pig slurry and the largest wind machine in the world and I still can't start a shit storm. I can coat the side of a barn with shit from 20 metres, but I can't get the barn in the field next door.
But just what if the guy next door each side sees me spraying pig shit? And what if each of them says "Damn, he's right. We treat these queer kids so badly. I'm starting spraying pig shit on their behalf, too."
And what if, ten neighbours down the track, one can turn on 1,000 wind machines linked to an infinite supply of pig shit? And then we find several who can spray shit all over the bigots so that they drown under the weight of our combined onslaught?
So I keep plugging away, not just here, but on twitter and facebook and blogging, and commenting on blogs.
Sometimes I think I mind if you don't join in. But then I remember that you don't yet have the supply of pig shit and you have no access to a wind machine. So I mind emotionally but not intellectually.
If you won't join me for your own very good reasons, please keep the rest of this place alive.
Ordinary highs, ordinary lows, fun and laughs belong here. Don't let's lose sight of that. Some of us are fighting, the rest just need to carry on being normal 
That supports those of us who can fight
[Updated on: Sun, 17 October 2010 07:14]
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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