"What's Going On" Video Nears 8,000,000 Views
This video went viral last week. It was all over Facebook, the blogoshphere, and practically all over the web. It's poignant, meaningful, and it will make you cry. It's heartbreaking that someone has to go through life feeling this way. As parents, how can we allow this sort of thing to go on? Was carrying your child for 9 months just a joke?
It really perturbs me to say this, but why would people condemn this video? If you were to read some of the hateful comments people posted on this video, it would sicken you. At least I hope it would.
I don't get Christians, or the ones who say they "wholeheartedly" believe in God. These same people mentioned God in their comments, yet added filthy language while posting their hateful messages at the same time.
People go so far as to say the video was a fake, that Jonah was crying fake tears and that he's just a "faggot" wanting attention. Really? Are you people that ignorant? And if it was? So what! You're still missing the message behind it. This goes on every day. Wouldn't you want your kids to be upfront with you? Not afraid to tell you anything. Instead they hide in shame because you tell them, they're screwed up, need therapy or simply because carrying them for 9 months really was a joke.
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- Blade 7184 aka Peter
1 comment:
Never give up. Just never give up. So many times I wanted to end it. Once I came really close, but stopped. I couldn't hurt the people that I loved most. Love ultimately saved me from hatred, emotional and psychological abuse, that went on everyday for nearly four years. I was afraid to go to school. I was afraid to go to lunch. But I was more afraid of my father. I believed that if I fought back those kids that hurt me, in anyway, I'd end up in the principal's office where I'd never been before. The place where my father told me that if I'd ever end up, that I might as well not come home. So I stayed quiet as part of me began to die inside, as another part ate away at me, devouring any ounce of respect, dignity and love that I had for myself. It told me about how everything those kids said was right. That I was nothing, except gay, except a fag, that no one would love or accept or forgive. So why bother, why keep going on,
what's the point of living when you have no life left? Just do it. Just do it. Get it over with and end it already.
I heard those words with an entire bottle of pills in my hand. I was ready to go and stop the pain. But at that moment I saw something. I saw my funeral, my casket, and my mother crying over it asking....
Why?
I'll never forget that image, or the fear and tears that it took to tell my mother about what happened to me in school. With her power she stopped it immediately. I was saved. It wasn't any easier coming out to her years later, but in the end she still loved me. My Dad loves me now too and so does my brother. They love me and my partner, Peter, who I've now happily made a life with together for nearly seven years. Seven years. Seven years of a miracle that I cannot describe except for my never ending words of love that I give him everyday of my life. It was worth going through that pain, to be where I am right now, but no one, and I repeat, NO ONE, deserves or should have to endure such suffering at such a young age. I want to donate to causes that can help these kids, guide them, educate them and protect them too, even if it's from themselves. But what may even be more effective than anonymously writing a check, may be to share my story and never be afraid to tell people that I'm gay, alive and happy with my life and especially my love. It's still hard in front of complete strangers at work, in conservative Texas, to be always honest and open when they ask me if I'm married or if I think some girl is hot. But I have to be. We all have to be. Because the sooner society realizes that we're not the bad people that ruin families as some claim we are, that we are their family, their friends and neighbors, the sooner that the hate will also stop that ultimately leads to the destruction of these young gay, bi, lesbian, transexual and straight kids. They will not be outcasts and they will no longer be victims and the collateral damage of the war on gays and the equal rights that we deserve. These tragedies must end, but the only way is to survive so we can tell our story and help each other out. Never give up, never surrender, you will only let them win. Always remember that someone out there loves you. I love you. That may sound odd considering that I don't even know you, but why should it? When so much hatred is freely shared in this world, why can't we all just express a little love instead.
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