I just watch the movie

Plain and simple. That's what I do. I have a few reasons why I do it this way, despite when so many other people always recommend the book. And today, I watched The Hunger Games.

"The book is SO much better!" is the common rebuttal I get when I declare my lack of interest in reading a movie's original book. But I skip the book in favor of the movie for a few reasons:

1. I have a difficult time concentrating reading a book. Before I know it, my mind has linked onto something in the text that took my mind on a tangent, so my eyes keep "reading" in the background, but my concentration of the plot has left and focused on whatever tangent my mind has taken, and before I know it, I have read 6 long paragraphs, and have to return to where my mind wandered from, and reread. I hate that.
2. When I read a book, my eyes will look away at any given moment, and I'll get that "after-image" of the text lines in my line of vision, and wherever I look, the lines follow. It's annoying. 
3. I'm a slow reader, and always have been. I find it difficult to enjoy stories when I lose concentration, and then I take a lot longer to finish a book than the average person. The additional time it takes for me to read a book could be weeks to months, and it's consequently very discouraging. I sometimes literally have to give myself a chapter a day. I'm so slow, I actually count how many page turns it'll take to finish a chapter, and I do that as a motivation of how quickly I can finish it. 
4. If I watch the movie, I'm never disappointed, unless I walk in with high expectations based on the hype the movie has earned from its fans. There are a lot of people who will imagine a character's appearance, and when they look different in the movie, it makes them freak out and get pissed off. And this is an example of that anger...which I completely avoid.
5. I'm done in less than 3 hours, and I get to hear some great music from the movie's composer. 

So. The Hunger Games.

It's been among the top 3 box office blockbusters besides Twilight and Harry Potter. It apparently made $155 million in its first weekend. That's about 1/6 of the Mega Millions jackpot we just had. The main reason I wanted to watch it, besides its massive popularity, was the fact that Josh Hutcherson is in it, and he. is. hot. Uber hot.

So besides the eye candy that Josh Hutcherson is, what did I think about the movie?

It was good. I enjoyed it. I can understand why it was so hyped up. Katniss (is that how you spell her name?) is a badass. She's very pretty, very good-hearted, and a very strong woman. She makes a great heroine for many ladies, showing that not all the heroes are guys winning the girl at the end. A girl can be both beautiful, and with strong enough skill and will, she can overcome tremendous obstacles. She can be intelligent, snarky, loving, gentle, and kind all at the same time. I know her character has served as an inspiration for many young women. They've seen how she can shoot an arrow. Legolas may have met his match, though she's a different species.

I'm more impressed with the world the author, Suzanne Collins, created. As crazy of a world in which it would be to live in, just like J.K. Rowling creating a world that made "muggle" a new word printed on a t-shirt at the mall, the post-apocalyptic world of the book was what I found most fascinating.

I can see guys, straight guys, getting into Peeta, as he is a gentleman indeed, who is very strong, and gets the girl. But this book, this story, is, I think, much more geared toward young women. They now have a story character they can look up to, so to me it makes perfect sense that so many young women would be obsessed with this story, thinking it's the "best book ever", and have probably already bought the remaining two books in the trilogy, and have probably finished reading them, and now wait, very impatiently, for the next two movies to come out.

If you haven't seen it, you should. It's entertaining, but if you let the hype influence your expectations, it might be a disappointing movie. Go in with no expectations, and let yourself invest in the characters during the duration of the movie.

Go now, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

#NowPlaying: My CSO - "Get It Right"

Welcome to my first CSO (Current Song Obsession) post! In this new series of posts, I'll be highlighting at least one song that isn't only stuck in my head, but I want it stuck in my head. I have no idea how long my obsessions last, but I am the type of person that when I get obsessed with something, I hang on it for a while - days, weeks, months, even years, depending on the depth of the obsession.

Songs connect with us because of 2 things: music and lyrics. Lyrics clearly connect with us because the words can be processed in our brains, and make us react to them, but the music may strike us in a way we didn't expect either. Music serves as a vehicle to transport the emotions in the lyrics, thereby giving songs the power they have over our hearts and minds.

This Spring Break, I've been re-watching Glee Season 2, and one of the episodes that really hit me was the episode where they perform original songs. When they perform at Regionals, they sing "Loser Like Me" and "Get It Right". "Loser Like Me" is a fun, upbeat, inspiring song for the underdog telling their bullies to keep hating on them, because it won't stop their rise to the top, and that they know that the bully is only treating them that way because "you wanna be a loser like me". It's a fun, anthem-like pop song, and I love it.

But I truly connect with the other song, "Get It Right". Simply summarized, the song laments that despite one's best intentions in wanting to help a person or situation, they only make it worse somehow.

When I really listened to the lyrics in this song, I felt like I was listening to my autobiography. I don't know how many mistakes I've made in my life where I was trying to help someone or something, and all I did was made it worse. After such incidences, I feel terrible about myself, and wonder why I should even bother helping anyone or anything anymore when all I seem to do is exacerbate the problems. I've done it to friends and family, and in rare cases, colleagues. I'm human. I make mistakes, and this song recognizes that desire to help that comes with the inadvertent consequence of worsening the situation, but finally accepting that everything will be okay as long as you learn from your mistakes and accept that that's life. Shit happens, and it happens to everyone.

When I listen to this song, part of me wants to cry, but it also gives me hope. I listen to the words and I just see a video play in my mind of all the mistakes I've made where I was trying to help. I want to let others listen to this song, and tell them, "This is how I feel a lot, like I can't get anything right, and when I try to help, I end up worsening something."

I know. It's kinda sad to make my first post about a lament of a song, but I connect with it so deeply that I felt like I just had to start sharing the music that moves me.

I hope you enjoy the music and connect with the lyrics. That's why music is such a force to be reckoned with. It moves people in ways nothing else can. Music is powerful also because it's so emotionally versatile. Songs can express just about ANY human emotion, and the musical spectrum is just as wide as the spectrum of the human condition. When you listen to a song, you can liken it to opening up a wrapped present; the gift itself is the lyrics and how they'll make you feel, but the music is the first thing you hear, just like the size of the box and the wrapping paper used to conceal the gift.

Thanks for reading. Feel free to leave comments here or on Facebook.

It Gets Better: My (Coming Out) Story

DISCLAIMER:
I have a reason for posting my It Gets Better story as a blog post as opposed to a video: I'm not out to my students, and I don't plan to come out to any of them until they're at least high school graduates. If I post a video, I don't want to be "discovered" by a student on YouTube. That's the last thing I want: "Hey! That's my music teacher!" Besides, my orientation is none of their business, and has no effect on their lives at all. But when I post my blogs online, I share the link on Facebook, and since I have several hundred Facebook friends, they are my primary audience. And any of them might need that extra push to come out or keep going. I feel my story is relevant and important because of the city where I grew up, the religious tradition I've practiced, and the kind of family and friends I have.

I'm choosing to post this today, on March 12, 2012, because it's my 11th anniversary of having come out, so the date is significant for me.

I'm 30 years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've always felt I was different. Always. From preschool to high school, I never felt like one of the regular boys in my classes. Just inside, I knew I was different. But for years, I didn't know how different.

I was born and raised in a Texas-Mexico border town, Laredo (pop. approx. 250K), and lived there until I graduated from college. Until college, I had been in private Catholic schools. For years, I was usually very socially awkward, so I never made friends very easily at school. My friends were my cousins. I'm one of 18 grand kids on my mom's side alone. I'm also the only gay family member.

Growing up and going to school in a predominantly Catholic border town, Laredo was (and still is) its own little bubble of a world. There's a strong Hispanic community (as that is most of the Laredoans there), and a strong Christian community (both Catholic and non-Catholic). As for other social diversity organization, not so much...at least, not when I lived there. Because of this "bubble" quality, my parents made it a point to get us as cultured as possible, exposing us to different languages, different music, art, and food from around the world, and took us on a couple of trips to Europe as well. So to foreshadow, when I realized I was gay, coming out wasn't hard, and I credit my family for that.

ELEMENTARY AND MIDDLE SCHOOL YEARS

My earliest memories of having been attracted to anyone go as far back as kindergarten. Between kinder and 8th grade, I had major crushes on two different girls in my class. I had a crush on "A" for a few years, and then "A2" came around, and I thought she walked on water. Then for a couple of years, my crushes for either were gone, but by 8th grade, my crush on "A2" came back. However, I noticed something change within me.

While I was an adolescent crushing on the same girl...again...I was starting to notice boys, too. Like, really, I just started noticing, and what I was once oblivious to, was now starting to catch and hold my attention. At first I didn't think much of it. I thought a guy was good looking, so I was aesthetically appreciating their looks.

HIGH SCHOOL YEARS

But then high school began, and I was not only appreciating boys' physical appearance, I was starting to develop romantic feelings too, wanting to hold their hand, hug them and kiss them. As the high school years went by, I was crushing on both guys and girls, but less on girls, and more on guys. I hadn't shared my sentiments with anyone, because I wasn't sure about anything yet. I knew that if I was gay, I needed to be sure about it before coming out.

To backtrack a little, at one point during my high school years, I considered myself "bicurious". And because I felt comfortable enough, I talked to my dad about my "bicuriosity" explaining that I was crushing on both guys and girls, and didn't know what I was.

His response: "Enjoy your confusion. You're not out to hurt anyone or yourself. Love yourself, respect yourself, and be the best you can be of whoever God made you to be."

Awesome dad, right? I know. That's love right there.

SANITY-SAVING ADVICE

Fast-forward to high school graduation (2000). That summer after graduating, my dad had invited me to go on a pilgrimage to Rome to see Pope John Paul II. It would be my 3rd trip to Europe, but this time we were going to countries and cities I hadn't been to, like Paris, France, and other French cities before making our way through Italy, ending the journey in Rome. At this time, I was heavily involved in my faith. I went on retreats, went to Mass regularly, and while preparing for the pilgrimage, I had this short discussion with Dad:

Me: Dad, one of the main reasons I'm going on this pilgrimage is because I want God to tell me who I am.
Dad: No, no, son. Don't ask God to tell you who you are; ask God to help you accept whoever He wants you to be.

Take it in. It was heavy, and awesome. Re-read it if you have to. That's my dad.

The 2-week pilgrimage to Rome was in early August 2000. Though I have lots of memories about the trip, there's one very strong memory that I love. I had made friends with a guy there, and yes, I thought he was cute, but I knew he was straight. We had become good enough friends to where I opened up about my bicuriosity. He was always cool with me, and I'm so grateful for his friendship because the pilgrimage tested me in many ways. One day, we got on our bus, and we sat next to each other. The bus was always freezing. We had a blanket, and I asked him,

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"
"Yeah, sure," he answered.

I held his hand, and though I knew we weren't boyfriends, the simple feeling of holding another boy's hand brought me so. much. peace. It felt like a confirmation of what my heart had been telling me for several years. I held his hand, and I felt loved. I felt peace. I felt fully connected to myself. It was amazing!

COLLEGE YEARS...THE TRUTH CAME OUT

Upon our return, I had started college. In that semester, I had met and started briefly dating my first and only girlfriend, "E".

Wait...what? Girlfriend? But you just held a guy's hand, loved it, and now you're with a girl?

Yes. Let me explain. Despite my immensely positive experience holding my friend's hand, I still wanted to be fair and give a relationship with a girl a chance. How often have I heard, "You just haven't found the right girl" or "How do you know you're gay if you've never even had a girlfriend?" Because I knew I'd face questioning like this, I felt I owed it to myself to try being in a straight relationship before I let my heart take me in any other direction.

So, during our relationship, I had confided in her that I considered myself "bicurious", and she was supportive and just said, "Well, if you learn that you are, let me know." So we were together for 6 weeks in that Fall semester, but we didn't break up because I came out (because that didn't happen for a few more months); we broke up because we decided we'd be better off as friends. We've remained friends to this day. A few months went by, and every day, again like in high school, I'd wake up asking myself, "Am I gay or straight?" One day, March 12, 2001, I woke up, and I just...knew. I thought to myself, Yep, I'm gay.

Once I knew for sure, a small part of me panicked, and I even tried to "pray the gay away" myself. I prayed relentlessly for a while, God, if you want me to be straight, please make me straight. But nothing changed. In fact, my feelings only became more solid. I didn't want this. I never sought after it. I never chose to be gay. But I did make 3 choices because of it:

• I chose to come out to myself and "accept whoever God wanted me to be" (Dad's advice).
• I chose to come out to friends and family. 
• I chose to find someone to love.

Once I knew for sure, I came out to members of my family individually. Dad, Mom, brother, sister, and then extended family. The only person who was the most concerned was probably Mom because of the whole STD issue. But we talked and she understood that my goal was to save myself for the right person. Being the devout Catholic she is, I asked her for some spiritual counsel, and she said that as long as I maintained my relationship with God, I should be fine.

I love you, Mom.

I thank God for placing me in the family he did, because I received tremendous support. I was loved and accepted for who I was. I even remember coming out to my sister, and her reply was, "It's good to be gay!" with a big smile on her face. My sister was attending Boston University at the time, and when we went to her graduation in May 2001, I had witnessed my first gay pride parade.

Laredo doesn't have pride parades.

That same night, I felt grateful to have my family behind me, but very alone in the city where we lived. That evening, my brother told me, "Don't worry. One day you'll find the right guy for you." He was right. :-)

Now that I'm a teacher in an increasingly progressive world, when the whole bullying crisis took place, it broke my heart. It also made me feel grateful that the only bullying I ever coped with was other kids making fun of my name, and making fun of my taste in music. Even in high school when I was crushing on guys, I may've heard little slurs here and there, but I don't recall any being directed at me. I had friends, and my social skills improved, but once I graduated from high school, I went to college, declared myself a music major, and met fellow musicians (all of whom are still my friends to this day), and learned that they were cool with gay people because they knew several in their ensembles in high school. Of course popular shows like Will and Grace and Queer as Folk definitely helped in personifying us in a positive light. So in college, I had finally done it: made friends who completely accepted me and loved me as I was.


IT GETS BETTER!

After coming out, I was single for 3 years, and finally met my first boyfriend, "T". But we broke up because I had left Laredo to earn my Master's in grad school. While I was there, I made a very diverse circle of friends (socially progressive Catholic friends, more gay friends, and even new deaf friends), and, with perfect timing, months before I graduated, I met the man who I now consider my husband, even though it's illegal in Texas for us to get married.

My life has never been better. With my beloved, we each have our careers that we enjoy doing. We each have families and friends who are supportive of us. We have shelter, transportation, and we have our two dogs whom we love so much, and despite our numerous differences, we complement each other very well.

Every gay person's coming out story is different. Some of us can remember every detail (me), while others didn't experience it as such an important event. But because we're all born into our individual circumstances and situations, coming out is a very personal process. Some kids can come out very early, and others come out much, much later. The people around you can also influence when you come out, and whom you choose to come out to. I truly believe that if you have a socially conservative family, then make your friends your support system, or find a local or at least online organization that can be the support you need.

Coming out is also a good "friend filter", because, as Dr. Seuss said, "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."

I'm now the very happy gay man who has a wonderful family (including my partner's family - they're awesome), a wonderfully diverse circle of friends, and as a bonus the bestest colleagues I could ever have. The school where I teach has some incredibly kind people working there. I'm out to all the staff, and it's not an issue, because it shouldn't be. In fact, whenever we have a social gathering planned, they wonder and hope my partner will join me. Having found the right person is one of the best things to have ever happened to me. Working with colleagues with whom I can openly share that part of my life is a bonus (after all, they share theirs with me).

As you grow up, you care so much about what your parents think and especially what your friends think. In middle school and high school, you might consider yourself lucky to have good, true friends, and loving, supportive parents. But in case you don't live in that world, you have to remember that in high school, and even sometimes in college, the people you interact with may be a direct representation of their home life's thinking and actions; anything different than what they know to believe is good and right is bad and wrong, and must be avoided, or treated in such a way as to motivate the victim of their ignorance to change their ways to become more like what they think they should be. The problem with such maltreatment is that it's viewed as "tough love" by one while it's viewed as intolerance and hate by the victim. But post high school, there's also that very good chance that you'll meet people who are no longer afraid to venture out of that sheltered world their parents created for them, and thereby learn, through their own personal experiences, that differences in people ought to be celebrated, not targeted.

Having grown up in a devoutly Catholic family, and coming out as gay, it forces you to do some soul searching and introspection. The Catholic Church is a highly-structured hierarchy where men make all the decisions, and sadly, in most cases, their decisions affect people or circumstances they've never met or been through. The Church has evolved into teaching her faithful that though homosexual acts are "intrinsically disordered", gay people are to be loved, embraced, and respected. The Church upholds the very strict view that any sexual intimacy must be open to procreation, which is why it condemns any homosexual intimacy since procreation cannot come out of such intimacy (this is also why they condemn artificial contraception). As a result, the Church welcomes gays in full participation of the sacraments and other religious benefits so long as they lead a chaste lifestyle. If you're a gay Catholic, that's okay, but if you want to be included completely in the church, you mustn't ever be in any same-sex intimate relationship. Ever. You're to be celibate.

So how am I so happy if these are my church's teachings? I thought long and hard about it for years, and came to this conclusion: Am I violating a Church teaching? Yes. But am I hurting anyone? No, in fact, quite the opposite, I'm loving someone for the rest of my life. My belief is that it's not sin if it's love. I'm in a loving, long-term, monogamous, committed relationship with a man who started off as my boyfriend and is now my life partner. We are everything a normal married couple is for a few exceptions: we have no biological children (just our dogs), and we have no legal or religious recognition of our relationship, but our Facebook status (in all its social authority) reflects how we feel "married" despite our lack of said recognitions.

Coming out is so important! Many people who oppose gay rights do so out of fear and ignorance. That fear and ignorance can be dispelled if someone they know comes out to them. Do it any way you can: write a letter, talk on the phone, do it in person, play or sing a song. Make a joke out of it by actually coming out of a real closet and ask, "What am I doing?" Just DO IT.

To conclude my story, which I hoped has at least entertained you, or at most inspired you, take into account my dad's sage advice: "Don't ask God to tell you who you are; ask God to help you accept whoever He wants you to be."

There's a whole wide world of loving, supportive, accepting people, and if such people are far away from you, then call or visit the Trevor Project. They have trained counselors ready to listen to you, judgment-free. Or call them at 1-866-488-7386. Get the help you need to be the person He wants you to be.  

Equally oriented

George Takei, best known as Sulu on Star Trek, and Stephen Baldwin, better known as Alec Baldwin's looney Christian brother, got together and debated gay marriage and homosexuality with A.J. Hammer on his show, and responded to Kirk Cameron's comments to Piers Morgan about his views on the same topics.

Cameron used to be on Growing Pains, playing Mike Seaver, a rambunctious teenager, always getting into trouble, crazy about girls, and learning valuable lessons on each episode. He was handsome, and a major teen heartthrob in his day, living a carefree lifestyle. I still think he's handsome even now...until he opens his mouth. Cameron became a born-again Christian, and has since become a celebrity voice supporting right-wing Christianity and related positions with regard to social issues. He's even made movies based on Christian ideologies, and has gone evangelical. He and Pat Robertson probably have a secret love language.

My personal opinion on Cameron's beliefs and actions? It's his life. If he's happy doing that, more power to him. The only bad news is that doing that hurts and continues to marginalize those who don't live or see life the way he does. What I see with so many born-agains is that they are so devoted to the Bible, that they become self-righteous. They no longer see life in all the shades of gray it has, but rather in black and white. They see themselves in the white part (probably), and anything that doesn't fall in line with their beliefs is in the black part, and MUST be converted, or be excluded from the really all-inclusive love I truly believe God has for all his children.

When I saw this debate with Takei and Baldwin, Takei made some great remarks that I give him major props for. In one moment, Baldwin mentions he knows people who live a gay "lifestyle". Takei interrupts and corrects him: "It's not a lifestyle, it's an orientation."

I loved his remark because it's so true! After hearing Takei say that, I felt he gave true meaning to the word itself, which, according to dictionary.com, means "the state of being oriented". When I think of an "orientation" and how that word is being applied to sexuality, the only times I know of when we use the word "orientation" or anything similar to it is in the following contexts:

1. new employment
2. medical side effects
3. familiarizing oneself with anything

When we start a new job, we usually attend employee orientations to familiarize ourselves with our new surroundings, and the upcoming expectations and requirements we'll need to meet to do the job correctly. Or, we'll be prescribed or take medications, and their side effects may include disorientation when you don't know who you are, where you are, what you're doing, or anything like that. I know for a fact that if you wake me up abruptly from a nap, I'm a little disoriented until I'm finally good to go. Or maybe you've bought a new software program, a new machine for your home, or whatever. You need to work with it to understand it. You need to orient yourself with it.

Taking that meaning to that level, now let's apply it to our sexuality. Part of how our bodies work is to enjoy sexual pleasure with another partner. Any (reasonably intelligent) adult knows this. We'll see someone, and our own chemical make up makes our brains respond to how we interact with that person. We may find them physically attractive to the point where we'll be sexually aroused. We may find their personality to complement ours, and therefore be more drawn to spending more time with them. Further, through more time with that person, you find you'll develop strong feelings which will lead you to want to share intimate, even sexual, experiences with them. With sexual orientations, we don't tell our body what to feel. Our body tells US what IT is feeling, because it's oriented to respond a certain way to what it experiences, be it with a member of the opposite or same sex as us.

I believe that THAT is Takei's point in his amazing statement. That's why the words "sexual orientation" are so powerful, and that's why gay rights organizations are fighting to get those two words included in so many legislations right now!

At another point in the debate, Baldwin mentioned Cynthia Nixon, the red-head cast member of Sex and the City who is an out lesbian. Nixon came under fire by the gay community when she said she "chose" to be gay. Needless to say, this pissed off a LOT of gay rights organizations who constantly fight right-wingers from telling gay people it's a choice, and that - even worse - it can be cured...as if it were a disease. Nixon was asked to change her comments to saying she was bisexual, but she stood by her comments saying, "I've been straight, I've been gay, and gay is better." Nixon was with a guy for 15 years, and had two kids with him. Now, she and her long-term partner have a boy together, too.

Most gay people would probably label Nixon as being bisexual, a label she disagrees with. Speaking for myself, I've met people who claim a bisexual orientation, two of which happen to be good friends of mine. Do *I* believe people can be bisexual? Yes. Other gay people, and even some straight people, disagree with the label claiming that it's a label for gay people who want to be straight, or that one is just "on the fence" and needs a push in either direction.

If you're bisexual, and you're truly equally attracted to both the male and female sex, that is pretty much the only context I, personally, can see anyone choosing to be gay or straight. Bisexuals may fall in love with a same-sex partner and choose to live their life with them exclusively, or they'll fall in love with an opposite-sex partner, and do the same. In that context, you can choose to be "gay" or "straight".

If that's the case for Nixon, then she's bisexual, but just rejects the label, which is fine. There's no crime for doing that. But for years, the gay community has been fighting the notion that one's sexual orientation is a choice, a switch you can turn on and off.

One of the other points Takei makes against Baldwin is that both Baldwin's and Cameron's perspectives are faith-based, and many others whose faith-based oppositions to gay equality influence what they support, oppose, how they vote, and especially who they vote for. Takei makes the point that though he respects Baldwin's faith-based perspective, he reiterates that the argument has nothing to do with faith, but with civil equality, which is granted in the U.S. Constitution.


Despite any argument anyone can have about gay equality, my argument in favor of it is extremely simple, like, elementary school simple:

If you were gay, wouldn't you want to be treated equally too?

I love him, but I love my wallet, too

This post is not intended to attack certain social behaviors, rather it's meant to bring awareness to said social behaviors by questioning them.

Valentine's Day has come and gone. Here in America, it's one day out of the year that if you're in a relationship, you're typically expected to do something special. If you're single, you are either apathetic, hate the day completely, or are easily irritated on this day.

My partner dislikes V-Day, primarily because of how commercialized it's become. Upon discussing our initial differences, I consider myself to be the traditional hopeless romantic. I love surprises, I love surprising people, and V-Day is a great way to surprise the people you love.

I went online the other day to see what bouquets are going for now. I wasn't planning to buy one, just looking. And, let me just say, my wallet would have issues. Some bouquets are insanely expensive! The prices I saw were anywhere from $40 to $200+! Those prices, by the way, do NOT include taxes or delivery charges.

When I was younger, V-Day was a big deal. As an adult, for me, it's still a big deal, but not as big as it was when I was a kid. One of the things that has helped me disconnect from the commercial popularity of this day is that my partner's birthday is 2 days later. So rather than getting him a V-Day gift (which I've done before), I now just get him birthday gifts. But gifting things to him made me realize something:

Why must we assign a day that demonstrates one's love for another, as if that's THE day to show your love for that person? If you love someone, or better, if you're IN LOVE with someone, and you're in a loving, committed relationship, you should have Valentine's love (if we can describe it as its own category), every day you're with that person.

For that matter, we could say the same thing about holidays in general, like Christmas. Why do we feel to be compelled to be our most charitable around Christmas when charitable needs are really on-going?

I'll admit, when I learned my partner wasn't a subscriber, in the slightest, to the V-Day hype, I felt a little...alone. It was like I had all these romantic ideas that had built up in anticipation of the holiday, only to feel them melt away abruptly. It sucked. But when we sat down and talked about it, his thinking made sense. He wasn't trying to hurt my feelings, just trying to explain his own. I learned I didn't have to spend money on one particular day just because society and commercialization told me to do so. I learned that any day can be a V-Day when you do something nice, big or small, for the person you love. There've been a few days when I had come home from work and dinner was ready. What a treat! And of course, I returned the favor. One of my favorite things he does is send me short-n-sweet "I love you!" text messages unexpectedly. Those three words in a surprise text make me smile and fall for him all over again! In those moments, I've sometimes wanted to get home quickly, excited to be with him at the end of the day.

*sigh* Since we've been together for a few years now, and V-Day comes around, I enjoy seeing others get happy and excited as they anticipate the joys of the day. I also see others get a little stressed. Having let go of my subscription to V-Day, I no longer feel the stress of "It has to be perfect!" for that day. Because when you're in love, V-Day is every day. You don't need Walgreens or any other company insinuating that you need to spend money to show love. That's ridiculous. You need to spend money to show CORPORATIONS love.

I love Frank, and he knows it because I tell him every day. I show him my love by telling him, and doing little things for him. I'll make him his favorite tea when he asks. I'll give him massages when he asks (my massages kick ass). I do certain household chores he loathes doing because I don't mind doing them. He loves me back by helping me solve my problems. He helps me put problems into perspective when I feel like they're worse than they are.He affirms me. He forgives my mistakes. He teaches me new things all the time. He sends me surprise text messages. And probably one of my favorite things is his term of endearment for me, which no one else has ever called me, and no one else will be allowed to. I would write it here, but I only ever want it to come out of his mouth directing it to me. It's nothing dirty or naughty. In fact, it's sweet enough to share with anyone. I just want to keep it between us.

Bottom line: you don't need a particular day that bombards your TV with commercials about how much you can save when you spend a certain amount. You can save even more when you don't spend any money at all. Money has never bought happiness or love. And if you're with someone who measures your love by what you buy them, then fill out a reality check in their name to deposit into their bank.

Love has no monetary price, and it never will.

Is YOUR love voted on?

Mine is. Right now, the marriage equality movement has returned to the political spotlight. There are those who support equality by saying things like "Love is love", or "Hate is not a family value". Naturally, I believe both statements are true.

My point in this post is something that has seemed to me to become increasingly ridiculous. In various states, marriage equality will be voted on to be legalized or repealed. We're getting closer to 1/5 of the country saying it's legal for same-sex couples to get legally married. Witnessing all this, two things come to mind:

1. I'm grateful to all the equality pioneers in decades past to fought and sacrificed to get our civil rights this far.
2. Why the fuck do straight people have to vote on OUR love lives when gay people NEVER voted on theirs?

Anyone? Anyone?!

Are you aware of how absolutely absurd it sounds when put into this perspective? Why should there even be any vote at all? WHY?! Even parents who don't approve of their child's chosen spouse don't get the chance to vote on it. They don't call up their Senator or Representative and say "I urge you to oppose this 'marriage'!"

You don't hear that, and you won't.

In politics right now, Rick Santorum is probably the most extreme social conservative I've ever seen on TV, as far as politicians go. I've even read that he, if elected (which we can all conclude he probably won't even be nominated), would force all currently legally married gay couples to get divorced. This coming from a Catholic who earned the endorsement of the evangelical right!

All the gay people he's hating on, they're each someone's child. He's a father of, like, 5 or 6 kids. How would he respond to someone "voting" against his kids' right to marry the person they love? He'd probably be all, "You have no right to have a say in my child's life this way!"

What, then, gives him and all those who think like him, the right to do that to us?

I have two friends in North Texas who have been together for years. And they've been married, legally married, in almost ever (if not every), state that offers it. My parents are going on their 40th anniversary August 2012, and neither my parents' nor my friends' marriages are on the rocks...because neither one has anything to do with the other!

But God intended marriage to be with one man and one woman.
There's a separation of church and state in this country. I'm not talking about the religious institution. I'm only talking about the legal right itself. Churches don't have to recognize gay couples' marriages unless they are affirming churches, then they will. 

Children need a mother and a father!
Then what about those kids who lost one of them at a young age? Many, if not all, turn out just fine if their single parent is a devoted, loving parent. When parents have kids, those kids don't come with a set of instructions. Parents raise their children with the desire to love them and protect them no matter what. As the child grows, the parent may dream of the sorts of things they can share together. Stereotypically, the father may dream of his child being his high school star quarterback. Mom might see her daughter winning every dance competition. As typical as such hopes and dreams are, parents have a crossroads to face: let my child be who they are, and love them no matter what, or if their chosen interests fall outside of the norm, steer them into something more typical to prevent bullying from insensitive and prejudiced peers. If it's possible with one parent, it's possible with 2 same-sex parents. Further, no studies have shown that gay parenting is detrimental to kids. 

Part of marriage is for procreating children, and gays can't do that!
So, what about the straight couples who learn they can't conceive? Should they be divorced? Also, gays can adopt and raise an excellent family, especially since the child they're adopting was probably abandoned by a heterosexual or taken away from one by social authorities. 

Marriage has always been a sacred institution between a man and woman. We can't redefine it!
Marriage has evolved into the travesty it is now. It USED to be a business transaction where the woman was considered property. It was a social status, and a means for a man to acquire a male heir to continue his family's name. Now, just turn on the TV, and watch famous faces get married and divorced numerous times. Marriage is supposed to be a lifetime commitment, but the divorce rate has shot up. Now we have shows like Bridezillas, The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, and Whose Wedding Is It Anyway? that showcase grown-ups in televised competitions for love, and/or behaving abhorrently. If these shows were such an issue, you'd have conservatives fighting against these shows. But no one gives a crap about that.

If gays get married, it'll get our kids confused!
Not if you teach your child that everyone is different...which is true. People come in all varieties: 
Short or tall, fat or thin, long or short hair, bald, numerous shades of skin, physical defects, eye colors, right- and left-handed, blind, deaf, heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, transgender. The list goes on and on. As long as you teach your child about human diversity, then children will look at gay people as another color in the rainbow.

Being gay is a choice!
Really? When did you choose to be straight? When? We're born this way. The choices we make are to accept or deny it, be open or private about it, or remain celibate or find a life-long partner. I, for one, chose to accept it, be open about it, and find a life-long partner. The only way I can see being gay as a choice would be for someone who's bisexual, and they choose to be with a same-sex partner.

If gay people get married, we'll see an increase in polygamy, adults wanting to marry kids, or adults wanting to marry animals or household appliances!
First off, yes, some equality opponents have stooped to this level of ignorance. Secondly, marriage is a legal contract, and neither animals, nor household appliances, nor children (without parental consent), can enter into legal contracts. It's a consensual thing.


If gays raise families, their children will turn gay, too!
So what do you say about all the straight parents who have gay kids? Every gay person out there is the product of a heterosexual union, not a gay one. It's nature, not nurture. 

As I've watched our country become more accepting of the gay population, I do see hope for the future. As an elementary teacher, I see the younger kids I teach being oblivious to the outside differences between each other, which is beautiful. Looking at history, women received the right to vote in the early 20th century. Blacks went from being considered 3/5 of a human being, to receiving equal opportunity rights in the 1950s, to being allowed to marry outside their race. These are all great progressive accomplishments, but I'm saddened that civil rights, in general, have evolved into a vote.

So THAT'S when it happens!

Being a teacher is an incredibly amazing career, especially being an elementary teacher. Professionally speaking, you're a professional who's trained to use all kinds of strategies to teach children about everything in their world. Additionally, you learn techniques to keep the behavior of 10-30 kids in check to keep learning going.

This post is inspired by a routine event that I experience at the end of each school day.

At the end of the day, when my last class has left, I go to the front office to pick up and deliver "transportation change" forms to their respective teachers (through which the teacher will find out which kid will go home differently than usual). I love doing this because I get out of my room, and get to briefly visit other teachers' classrooms while they're finishing up their last lesson of the day. A few times, I've walked into one 1st grade class where the kids were learning how to count coins (with plastic coins), learn their values, and how to put them together in different combinations thereby resulting in different amounts. They learn stuff like how many nickels go into a quarter, and how many dimes go into a dollar. I find it so fascinating and adorable!

Today really hit me for some reason. I went to the office and picked up a BUNCH of transportation change forms. The first few went to 1st grade classes. When I walked inside this one particular class, the room was silent. Upon completely walking in, I saw the teacher, my colleague, holding up a colorful yellow clock with red hour and minute hands. It was showing 2:30. Her students were all sitting, silently, using the evidence in front of them to figure out what time the clock showed. My colleague was speaking with a gentle "inside" voice. She has a little more than 10 kids in her class, 2 of them with special needs. Something about that moment floored me.

In that one moment, I realized I was witnessing moments in learning that adults may completely forget about (i.e., We may forget when we learned them). We take it for granted that we can do something as easy as tell time. And as our knowledge of math grows stronger and stronger, we eventually learn to use expressions like, "It's 10 'til", or "It's a quarter after 6." Looking back, I can remember taking that expression of "a quarter 'til or after" quite literally thinking that "It's a quarter after 6" really meant "It's 6:25".

If I think back to my childhood, I only have 1 very vivid memory of learning how to tell time. I was all dressed up on a stage with my classmates. This was a private, Catholic school, and our administrators, nuns, were sitting in the front row giving us different times. Each kid took turns showing off their skills. What I remember was that the clock we used was HUGE, like, taller than me. And I remember it being heavy. I must've been in kinder or 1st grade. Before the program, we were instructed to say "Would you please repeat that?" if we needed to hear it again. So it was my turn. The principal said the time (and I can't remember for the life of me what she said), but as I went to adjust the clock, the damn thing dropped down from its mount or shelf, and I caught it! I don't remember panicking, but I tried to pick it up, and it was too heavy. Seconds later, my teacher raced to the stage to put it back where it went, and nervously, I asked "Would you please repeat that?" The audience giggled, and with a smile, the principal kindly repeated the time. I displayed it, and earned my applause. That's all I remember.

These moments of learning that I witness are extremely special to me. And they make me proud to be a teacher, especially an elementary teacher. When I truly reflect on my job, I realize how extremely important it is. Typically, a child's first teacher is their parent during infancy through toddler years. Then the kid goes to school and they meet you and work with you. It's because of the impact teachers have on our lives that when asked the following 3 questions, the last one is always easiest to answer:

1. Who won the Superbowl in 2003? I have no clue.
2. Which pop star grossed the most in ticket sales in 1999? I can't remember that either.
3. Name the teacher who had the strongest impact on your life. Dr. Fritz Gechter, my college piano professor.

To all my fellow teachers reading this, and teacher supporters: We hold the world's future in our hands. Our job is the most important job in the world.

"Teaching is the most essential profession, without which no other profession is possible." -David Haselkorn