For the Bible tells me to hate; therefore, I hate.

I have received a great deal of hate for my publishing of the blog "Cowboy Democracy" in which I basically compare the Neo-Conservative party to Communists. It's funny how people are thinking that I have changed and how I have basically lost the "nice" part of me. This is the real part of me: free (officially in the next three weeks) from the restraints of my school and all that it stands for. And for the first time, I am actually starting to learn things that I never really learned in school: To love people regardless of where they come from; to defend people that are being hurt; and to start living for the now and not the a couple moments from the now.
This past weekend I seen the movie "For the Bible Tells Me So." If you haven't seen the movie, I strongly advise you to do so. It is basically a movie warning overly literal and hating Christians to show more compassion for my community. It's funny how some Christians believe that if they make one more poster saying "God Hates Fags" and if they bash a "fag," that we will stop sucking dick or eating pussy and go back into our "natural way" of fucking/loving/living.
Back in the days, after Christ left us to deal with these haters. The early Christians were being persecuted and murdered mercilessly. One emperor had their bodies waxed and used as candles to warn people to not fuck with him. He intended to have Christians stop being open about their beliefs and stop spreading the Gospel. In reality, this supposed problem only grew bigger and bigger. Where one was killed, more would spring up.
In today's world, Christians don't seem to learn from their own history that hatred not only makes the persecuted more angry, but it increases it's followers. I am not saying where one fag dies, there are more that are created--it's a bit more complicated than that--but people realize that this needs to stop and we in turn receive more supporters.
Where in the Bible does it say: The Bible tells me to hate; therefore I hate? Mark 12:31 Says to "...'Love your neighbor as yourself.'There is no commandment greater than these." Leviticus 19:18 says to "'Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against one of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.'" How ironic that in Leviticus it says this right after the chapter where people use the "man lying with another man" verse that people use as an excuse to fuel their hate.
You think I am angry. Hell yeah I am angry! I am sick, annoyed, and tired of hatred taking place in midst of a community that I am tied with. It's hatred that almost got me expelled. It's hatred that almost had me kill myself. It's hatred that made me stay away from the church. I am angry for several reasons (if you can't read between the lines), but the one that makes me the most angry is that Christians are supposed to love one another.
That is the greatest commandment. Yet how quickly do Christians jump from the love to the hate gun and start firing at anyone that is not one of them. The Beatles once said that Happiness is a Warm Gun, why don't we fire that instead? Stop the hate, because it does not give people to run to the church, but to run to find tools to burn it down.

Stories about a Guy named Brian

I was going to write a happy blog about the time that I almost got hit by another car because I was driving the wrong direction on a one-way street in San Diego downtown, but something else came to mind. {Note to my readers: this next blog has alot to do with my previous one: Cowboy Democracy, so if you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it}
Before this blog, I wrote on a different website, Facebook.com, I would write because I felt more relieved to let people know what is going on in my life and be honest in hopes to encourage honesty, individuality, and the hopes of allowing people to express themselves through a form of writing. Being in a really expressive mood, I pasted my blog on that site. Now the thing with that sight is alot of the people on my account is from my old school, where I was almost expelled for writing blogs on facebook that had homosexual content as well as openly admitting my sexual orientation. So it is obvious to state that it wasn't taken well.
I recieved an email from someone that is afraid to talk to me in public for fear that I am going to "stomp across the school grounds screaming that [the conservative party] is a bunch of Nazi's." I have known this guy for four years, it's sad how someone who lived on your floor; who would get in intense debates with you involving the best film of all time; who would admit to certain things no man has ever admitted to me before; would say that he is afraid to be around me because he is afraid that he might lose his job because he's associating with a nutcase that likes to scream like a crazy homeless person on Skid Row. Well honestly he should know me better than that because I (nor my best friend) will make a scene unless he or I are being verbally or physically attacked.
He also mentions that he is wondering why I have become such a militant homosexual. I can answer that one really simple, I believe in defending my rights and hate that some straight people like to stand in the way of expressing my God-given rights to make out with my boyfriend, hold his hand, and greet other homosexuals wherever I damn well please. I may sound bitter, but I am just frustrated.
I am frustrated that I am not allowed to be a person that I want to be. I am frustrated that my rights as a gay citizen aren't being respected inasmuch as a straight person (this involving marriage, health insurance, parental, and expression rights). I write edgy material because as an artist, I push limits to enhance dialogue and interest.
I have been known to create scenes and push limits, but I would never rececreate the Feminist movement just to make a statement at an ignorant school. I tried it once a year ago; that led to fighting to stay in school without getting expelled. I am a month and a half from graduating and there is no way in hell that I am going to be stupid enough to make a bold statement, that's why they invented fashion.
When I was a kid, I discovered a thing called a journal. With this journal, I would let out my feelings and creativity by writing. Some of these stories all involved one guy named Brian (my first crush). Brian would either be the savior or the enemy in my stories. After a while, all the stories sounded the same and then began to talk about my day. This escalated into writing more stories which then led to erotic gay stories, then finally to blogging and screenwriting. I really hope the next advancement in my writing career involves one thing: publishing.