Some people have asked to read the commencement address I delivered this morning to the 2013 graduates of Butler University. So here it is.
My own commencement speaker, who shall remain nameless, began with a lame joke about how these speeches only come in two varieties: Short and bad. This…
When Glee does things right, they do them E X T R E M E L Y right.
Not a fan of the show but WOW
YOU TELL THAT BITCH! DAMNNN
Fuck man, this shit was the best thing Glee did.
Dad: Why do you think they do that?
Girl: Because the companies who make these try to trick the girls into buying the pink stuff instead of stuff boys want to buy. [x]
that awkward moment when a child understands the harm of forcing gender roles better than most grown male politicians.
I’m surprised that I haven’t reblogged this, to be honest.
I love that last gif. She looks so frustrated. Like “Um, hello, obviously girls and boys can like anything why doesn’t anybody get that???”
Sometimes I find myself daydreaming.
I think and scheme about you and I
And for a while, time passes by
With me trying to figure things out,
Thinking about the possibility
That the two of us were meant to be,
That we’re not so hopeless after all.
And for an instant, I almost fall for you.
When that happens, I’d like to see
What it might be like if it were me,
Standing there outside your door
Dressed as the person you’ve been waiting for,
So that maybe then you’d be able to see
All of the things in me
That I see in you.
But this isn’t “Row your boat,” This is reality.
Life isn’t “but a dream,”
It’s tough and it’s mean
and when you don’t get what you want you want,
you don’t always get what you need either.
But still, you somehow find a way
To live, to say
“I’m holding out for some other day.”
“Some other day” my dream will come true.
Just not this dream, just not with you.
But a dream.
A dream that maybe I haven’t had yet.
And that’s the reason it’s hard to forget the old.
So I’ll stay bold, but grounded when it’s light,
And save my real dreams for late at night.
I asked what the word “fuck” meant,
And my mother’s face turned red.
My father looked me in the eye
And sent me off to bed.
I asked what twelve times eight was,
But the teacher did not hear.
She was helping the girl behind me
And I got a C that year.
I asked about my “gayness”,
But the priest said it’s a sin.
He told me to ignore it;
Not to “let the Devil win.”
I asked for your forgiveness
But got an answering machine,
I hung up then and fell apart,
I wish you could have seen.
I asked if hope existed,
But I really felt dismissed.
All I got was medication,
“Here you go, take this.”
I asked if life had purpose,
And the wind was my reply.
I realized from the rooftop
That we live, in fact, to die.
I ask for understanding,
But I guess I’ll never know,
I don’t mean to be dismissive,
But it’s high time I let go.