Let Me Just Tell You Something

There’s no such thing as gay marriage. In fact gay marriage is a made up thing, because when I marry my girlfriend. I will not be sending out wedding invites that say “please join Cae & A in the celebration of joining their lives together with gay marriage” I will just say marriage. Because that’s exactly what it is. It’s marriage. Nothing else. There’s no difference between marriage and same-sex marriage. You’re marrying the person you love. So what if she’s a female and you’re a female. Who cares?

New York just passed their Gay marriage law, and all my friends are commenting how congrats to all the gays. Here I am going “There’s no such thing as gay marriage. I just call it marriage.”

We’re obsessed with labels here in America. You can’t tell me we’re not! If you see a black girl walking down the street, you’re gonna thing “nigger”. If you see an over-weight person walking down the street, you’re gonna think “fat cow,” or something to that aspect. If you see some dressed in black, and listens to music you don’t enjoy, you’re gonna call them “emo”. You see two girls holding hands, you’re gonna call them “fags”. Have you ever just thought that you don’t know more than what you see?

You’re judging a book by it’s cover. You don’t know the skinny girl from the one who battles with an eating disorder. You can’t tell the difference between a gay couple and two friends that are practically sisters. You can’t tell, and you never will tell until you get to know those people.

We’re like books, you see. We come in different shapes and sizes, we smell differently, we even come in different colors. We all have a different story within, but some may mimic each other at times. You’ll never fully know why they are the way they are, until you understand the ins and outs of their lives. You won’t understand why their “pages” are worn until you see how many people have handled the book. And even after you’ve read it. You won’t know everything about the book, because you weren’t the one who put the ink on the paper.

So next time you’re walking down the street and you see someone that don’t dress the same as you, don’t label them. Because there’s someone on that street labeling you, and if you knew it you wouldn’t like it.

Maybe, just maybe, we can get to the point were Americans will limit their labeling people, and we can lower to amount of self-harmers, people with eating disorders, suicidal people, because you know what? Words hurt just as bad as sticks and stones.