#NerdsUnite: R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what it means to me

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Jordan. He was one of the first writers here on TNTML and he's a really rad mofo. I forget how we first started talking - but he lives allllllll the way over in Kansas and wants to talk to you about life from his side of the monitor in the keyword of nerd. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT JORDAN!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @SaintPepsi

I work as a supervisor in a local restaurant and it's my job to keep the peace. Most of my staff has been with us long enough that I know they can all do their job proficiently. So when we recently hired new people I held them to a high standard. It's not a hard job, nor one that takes a great amount of effort. The hours are good and the people are amazing. In fact if it wasn't for the family like bond we have there, I wouldn't work there. I love my co-workers. So when a new element comes in, I view it as suspect. Enter one the product of this new lease on American assumption. The kids got a mouth like a sailor and will snap back when ever he's challenged and to whomever no matter job rank. If that alone didn't get under my skin his unwillingness to ever cooperate certainly did. 

So one night one of my veteran employees repeated a simple request to him and he screamed back a line of profane trite that contained far too many over used phrases. My toes curled at that moment and I had enough. I generally don't get angry or even blow my top, I manage to keep a pretty cool head about stuff still there are things that will get under my skin. I approached with a practiced stance stopping him mid rant and said under no circumstances are you ever to snap at someone for a simple request such as was asked of you. He countered that with an arrogant appraisal along the lines of, Yo! I wasn't mouthing off.” I said, “Well it certainly seemed so from my point of view.” He replied and I quote, “He just need to know he got to respect me bro!” I said in turn, “In this world one earns respect based on quality of work and strength in action.” He quickly surmised out loud... Very loud again, “NO! You gotsta respect me cause I'm a human being.” I disagreed and told him, If you want my respect, you will need to prove to me through actions that you are worthy of it.”  He promptly clocked out and quit. 

 I see this more and more. This attitude that all must acknowledge someone and respect them simply for existing. Without merit, accomplishment, or even proof. What happened to us all. When did we start to demand respect for little more than breathing. For being the bi-product result of our parent's poor prophylactic preparation. No dear readers this is not how respect is acquired. You do not just get it with your starting life pack. So I'm here now to break some things down for you, “the youth.” I may only be thirty and not what some might consider old. Still to the generation I am talking to, they generally see me as ancient. I was born and raised on a farm. I had chores and was not given an allowance. There was no internet and we didn't have cable. We relied on our imaginations to take us places and the books on the shelves were how we traveled there.  I learned at a very young age being one of 5 children that respect was something you had to earn through your actions. 

I recall very specifically cleaning the house one day with my brothers. We were so proud and we wanted mom to acknowledge the great feat we had accomplished. When she came home she didn't say a word, she just went about her business. We were befuddled and asked if she had noticed. She replied in kind that she had, however that she cleans the house everyday. Once we had cleaned it everyday and kept it clean she would acknowledge our prowess. That was a great moment in my life. That one moment of not getting the acclaim I sought, but instead being given a goal. Something to strive for and reach. From then on I crafted my own goals to reach, achieve, and use as a starting points for new dreams.  If you find you need to impress people, you have to earn that respect. 

There is no such thing as respect for breathing. You don't get recognized just for being there. In fact the louder you are; the better the chance of you being ignored altogether. Demanding others respect is the most backwards way of acquiring it. I look back at the people in my life that I have given the greatest amounts of respect. They are people whom not only showed great character of heart, but a work ethic you wanted to model. They were unrelenting in their pursuit of their passions and they showed their progress with pride. There was no false modesty. You should never be overly modest about the things you excel at. If they were still on that learning path though their modesty shined through. They were as eager for your feed back as a friend, as you were to hear about how they made it this far. There was always a mental exchange like scholars, not politicians or religious fanatics. There was a palpable give and take. 

Here in lays one of the greatest deterrents to my giving of respect to any that demand it. Their inability to listen and respond. To often people are so quick to one up you with either an insult or their assumed proven knowledge. To both of these instances you will see anyone back off and let go. A wise man knows when a fight cannot be won. A fool keeps screaming at the wind. I am often wise in my attempts to deal with the boisterous and obnoxious. They are like letting the air out of a balloon. As soon as you realize they will never listen to anything you have to say; you just wait for them to let all their wind out, smile, and walk away with a simple wave of the hand. There is no communication or discourse in a one sided argument. No give and take. This is why people tend to avoid hot topics like religion, sexual orientation, or politics. Chances are you may be standing next to a screamer. Any set of intellectual ears is never ready for the ignorance that pours out of these people. 

So lesson 2 after earning respect through actions, is listening before responding. I realize there will be moments when your blood boils with desire to tear someones theory to pieces, however they have allowed you to listen to them and it is only reasonable to return the favor. Listen fully to what every they say and in that time let the fire in your soul cool down a bit and compose yourself before retaliating verbally.  This way you are prepared and mentally ready to verbally retort. If they choose not to listen to your side of the rant; feel free to walk off. If you had given them your time and they refuse to do the same they are not worth your time at all. My mother also told me that she has relayed to people that I was quite a handful to raise. She said only in recent years looking back has she come to realize when ever we got into heated arguments I would always fully hear her side out before responding. She says now, that she appreciates that as she has had to deal with far to many screamers. 

In conclusion just know the older you get, the less you realize you know. So while you may be 18 and know every detail about everything and you are as sure of each of those details, as you are sure that girls will like you based on your glowing personality, know that with each year you will learn more. Each year you realize that you know far to little. Keep a cool head young bloods and wait and listen. You may end up learning a little more and with each life lesson you step that much closer to the great unknown. That chasm of blissful ignorance that the universe waves in front of our souls. Letting us know that while we know very little. If we still know who we are, so long as you aren't an arrogant self appointed dick; people may just like and listen to you. Earn your respect there my friends. Earn it!

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#NerdsUnite: All the hype money can buy

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Jordan. He was one of the first writers here on TNTML and he's a really rad mofo. I forget how we first started talking - but he lives allllllll the way over in Kansas and wants to talk to you about life from his side of the monitor in the keyword of nerd. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT JORDAN!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @SaintPepsi

In the last few years I have been blessed to be part of many different things that have all brought me great joy and self satisfaction. Of course being a writer for talk nerdy to me lover has been amazing and opened up many new doors in my life. Not to mention connected me to so many wonderful individuals. In fact this site continues to drive me to crazy places and fosters steps in my life. I recently won a culinary award for my cooking that has been sold to people across the country. I have drawn the logo's and art for now very famous people across the web. I have interacted with stars and people of importance alike. I feel like my life just continually gets better. I have developed a passion for what ever it is I am doing and more so a love and courage to keep trying new things. Even working at the place I do isn't so much a grind, as it is an adventure with friends. Some days of course can be better than others but, I digress. Today I'm here to talk about something new. A new spin on an old way of doing things. Newspapers! 

Not too long ago three very close friends of mine left the town we all love and moved to Oregon. There they got involved with a newspaper that was home brewed called The Alchemist.  After a year, Sarah and Jimbo moved back to Manhattan and together started work on a local paper hoping to reveal some of the lesser known aspects of this small town life. Like starting anything beginning a newspaper was pretty difficult. They called upon the favors they had with their friends and establishments alike here in town. They started piecing together just how they wanted this paper to look like. The type of writing it would have in it. With competition from two other newspapers in town the legit town paper, “The Manhattan Mercury” and the K-State paper, “The Collegian.” Both of which were already circulated and had their own fan base.  It was an already over saturated market for newsprint. Lets face it Newsprint is a dying breed of journalism. So with that in mind they sought out a voice from the people that rarely got to speak. The people that aren't so much a transitive property to Manhattan, KS. Manhattan being a major college town and many of its residents only living her for 4 to 6 years. The Townies if you will became the target. Aiming their spear at that audience they launched into supporting local businesses. Doing fundraisers for struggling charities, and promoting local music. Their articles while some might assume them to be very liberal in stance were heart felt and touched the souls of the people in this town. Giving them pride in what their town had to offer them. Little by little their notoriety grew. With a weekly Calendar that housed the many sporadic events happening all over town it became a well spring of information. A much better informed community finally knew a head of time about things that were happening instead of a facebook invite or their friends text. The Magazine garnered a following. 

Now we're a little over half a year into this exploration of print. While none of us are really getting paid; we put our selves into this weekly publication, because we care about the content people read. We care about our own stories reaching the ears of the community. Maybe our thoughtful points on issues may just break through and people would find their minds folding around new ideas and ideals. We care that the people of our town finally have an escape from the few and often times boring and biased publications. We do live in a highly republican state and being the voice of reason isn't always easy. So we push through and often time with a sly wit about it, we breach topics no other ledger would even think of publishing. We are the alternative newspaper and we take pride in the quality of our work and the staff delivering it. Co-owner and Co-founder Sarah Sullivan has this to say about her Paper, “The Hype is here to 'hype' the community, we want our fellow Manhattanites to get involved with and really become a part of their community. We want all the small businesses to succeed, the local artists and bands to make it, and there to always be a way to raise money and awareness for a good cause. That is what the Hype is all about.” 

As a writer and artist for the hype I gotta say I agree with Sarah and never have I seen so many people picking up a newspaper and leafing through it. Seems like everywhere I turn people are reading these things and becoming more informed about Manhattan. Recently, thanks to a lot of the work I have found through TNTML I was featured in the Hype's Awesome Alert.

Shameless self promotion I know but I eat that stuff up. If you are a fan of my writing here on Talk Nerdy To Me Lover, be sure to check out the articles I have written for a more local crowd. Who knows maybe “The Hype” will make you think twice before writing Kansas off as a desert wasteland with nothing to do. Don't get me wrong, 70 percent of Kansas is just that. However, Manhattan is the place I call home. I love all the crazy things we get ourselves into here. I love the cheap drinks and bars without covers, I love the fact that you never meet a stranger just someone you have yet to be friends with. There isn't a social caste system here if you want to you can party anywhere with anyone. People are just that accepting of anyone. Every night can be an adventure and that's why I love Manhattan. That's why the Hype works as a newsprint here. We are the alternative and we aim to misbehave.  

That link again if you didn't click on it at the top of the page http://thehypeweekly.com/ 

or you can follow them on twitter @TheHypeWeekly 

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#FML: The End of Friendship

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Jordan. He was one of the first writers here on TNTML and he's a really rad mofo. I forget how we first started talking - but he lives allllllll the way over in Kansas and wants to talk to you about life from his side of the monitor in the keyword of nerd. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT JORDAN!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @SaintPepsi

In society we have this unwritten rule that when you break up with someone it is almost like a mini divorce. First, you give back any items that left at the others place and split things that you got as a couple or burn them depending on the nature of the break up. Second, you split your friends. You each take the friends that were yours prior to the relationship and then separate the ones made during it based on whom they sided with during the break. This is always an awkward moment for friends and sometimes you even lose some of the ones you had prior to the dark side. Third, you split the venues you frequented as a couple and make yet another unspoken rule:  that your favorite spot to eat as a couple will not be used as a new couple's spot with anyone new. The same rule applies to whatever song you used as the defining song in your relationship all because of the insanely wild chance at love you took didn't pan out. The search for that one soul you connect with wasn't this person:  the highly unlikely chance that you are compatible. 

We work so hard to form ourselves into these molds,  so we can work as a couple only to break or leave ourselves miserable.  There are indoor type people going hiking, introverts forced to endure long hours at bars with their new socialite, eating food they never thought they would even try, and watching movies they think are awful, all because this is what we do in a relationship.  You change everything about yourself to be with someone who is most assuredly changing everything about themselves to be with you. Then you both settle back into your previous comfort zone and realize the person you fell for is a complete stranger. Then you spend the next few months deciding if you can deal with the new reality of this person. Some give up right away,. Others trudge on and see if they can make it work. Begrudgingly, we deal with little annoyances that plague us from the onslaught we are getting to know from these people very well by learning their mannerisms and how best to react to situations. 

Lets say you make it a ways down that path and realize this whole thing just isn't working. Generally, resulting in a fight or a break up. Why are break ups so intense? Because even from the start we invest so much time and energy into relationships that having them fail feels like losing a chunk of our lives. It leaves us with a hole in our heart; a hole the size of the one we loved. Even before we commit to the end we already assume the inevitable loss of a very close friend.

We work very hard and open ourselves up to this one person like no other. We want them to know they can trust us. So we let down our guard and let them in. They see us in our weird, our dark, our light and visa verse. They see ALL of us that there is and we see them at their most vulnerable.  Intensify that by 100, if you say, “I love you!”  take all this intimate knowledge you now possess about this person and toss it aside. Take the time you invested and throw it away. Why? Because you failed at finding that ONE true love. It makes no sense.  

What we  should be doing is using this relationship as a guide to better hone in on the “one”, what we truly want in a partner. The end of a relationship should bring about new insights into ourselves and if we throw that previous partner aside we lose one of the most valuable assets in our lives. We lose one of the few people that could have told us about ourselves, about the things that annoyed them, surprised them, turned them on, or made them love us. Our previous partners shouldn't be our enemies. They should be our closest friends and allies. You must first give them the time and space they need to break the habit of that relationship and revert it back to a friendship. The only reason to tear someone like this from your life is if they wronged you physically or mentally in such a way that forgiveness isn't an option. Oh, I see you out there, saying it can't be done.  I'm here to say it can! 

Two of my very closest partners I was in a relationship with for over a year. Yes, sexual.  Yet, here I am recently spending time with one of them and her new husband. So many people kept asking me if it was awkward. Not in the slightest. I felt the same thing I always do whenever one of my friends gets married while I'm still single.  I'm just a little lonely and I wonder when it will be my turn. However, I don't feel awkward during their relationship or marriage. I love her husband he's a wonderful “stand up” guy and she's still the same girl I loved. Changed now due to our own new personal histories, but for the better in the end. We kept the dialog alive and walk together now as friends and allies. Leaning on each other for support when we needed it most and rejoicing in each others triumphs as well, we do  all this now because we know each other so well. I truly wish them everything and mean it. 

Was it a difficult path to get here? You can bet your ass it was. Still, from this now fast friendship I have learned more about myself than ever before. She has imparted on me some of my most hideous character flaws. She has supported me in my new romantic pursuits.  She has guided me to better react to situations that I find myself. Better still, she is horribly protective of my heart. She doesn't want it to hurt again, even if she was one of the reasons it was hurt in the past. There are times with new relationships that having an ex as a close friend complicates things. Still to this day I will stand by my decision to keep her in my life. To fight for the friendship after the relationship had ended. We kept that and we are both so grateful for where it has led us. We both see after all the dust settled, we can go to the same bars, hang out with the same friends and hold on to the things we loved together. Our friends don't have to feel like they must pick sides although some still claim one side or the other. We are happy. Just realize it is a fight. It's one of the hardest things I've ever done:  breaking my mental recognition of her as a lover to a friend. However, I wouldn't trade what we have now for the world. I don't think she would either. 

So next time you find yourself with someone you really connect with, but it just isn't working out, make sure you fight to keep that close friendship. Saying, “Let's just be friends” doesn't have to be a polite goodbye. It could be the beginning of an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of passion and doused in failure. Only to come out complete and as sharp as a double edged sword. 

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#NerdsUnite: A saint takes on god

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Jordan. He was one of the first writers here on TNTML and he's a really rad mofo. I forget how we first started talking - but he lives allllllll the way over in Kansas and wants to talk to you about life from his side of the monitor in the keyword of nerd. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT JORDAN!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @SaintPepsi

I once believed my God and I were like minded. In fact my God was the embodiment of what I believed. As I grew up, so did my God. He acquired new beliefs and new traditions. He reflected my own biases and annoyances with peoples and their practices. For instance, my God believed that bad drivers were going to Hell. Some beliefs were based around lessons I learned in the Bible; others were taught from the pulpit. Each pushed me to believe a little stronger in many assumed supernatural rulings. When I went through christian college to become a minister, my God took on a more detailed form. Through the impressions I developed as a young adult, He became ever clearer to me until, at last, my God was me. I believed in me and through me, my God became prevalent.

I began loving both myself and my fellow man. I can’t tell you when it happened, but I’m pretty sure it was when I decided to take God’s words as a guiding tool. I realized the God I was following was actually just me. The God I needed for guidance was the one from the scriptures on whom I had based my convictions and assumptions in the beginning.

Now I’ve taken a step back from church as everyone follows their own interpretations of God. I no longer seek to lead others in my own assumed beliefs of God’s teachings. It seems to me that everyone believes in their own personal god who is just a close copy of themselves. I have read many religious texts including a decent amount of the three big ones. After my studies, I can tell you truthfully that no one follows these scriptures to the letter. Nor do they want to. Worse still are the people that don’t do the research; they never try to understand what passages mean or tear sentences out, using them to illustrate why their opinions are scripturally sound. Taking a few sentences out of any passage or book is like removing a vital part of the body. Without the rest of the text, it simply won’t work the same or at all. This is called proof texting and people have been doing it for ages. For example: the tale of Lot for an argument against homosexuality, when that man offered his daughters up to the villagers to rape. The rest of that story paints a much different tale surrounding the actions of a father. How about parents or anyone for that matter talk about the reasons to stay celibate until marriage when Esther, one of the most revered women in the Bible, had sex before marriage and still saved her people in God’s good graces. You see, these lessons are easy to orchestrate only so long as you leave out the rest of the story.

We grace our friends and enemies alike with our own interpretations of all of our moral answers, demanding they, too, follow suit because “our God” is right and theirs is wrong. The religions that follow one god are so splintered that ever forming them back into one unified body is a fairytale. It ought to be told to children as a cautionary tale on why opinions destroy friendships. If we all just realized we were following ourselves instead of a god or whatever everyone believes in, we could realize that what we really believe is our own opinion. It’s never worth dying for, it’s not worth losing your closest friends and family over, and it certainly isn’t worth destroying your own life. Trust me when I say you are only cheating yourself when you act in the accordance of someone's assumed understanding on the divine. Do you know who knows what God is thinking? The easy answer is NO ONE! No matter what god you worship, how many you worship, or what he, she, or they are known for, the truth of the matter is that no one can know the will of God because we are not God.

No one can judge another person for crimes against their own personal faith when they have no idea how their God really feels about it. Does he even care at all about things so circumstantial. No, we as mortals can judge others based on our own morality. That’s fine it’s what we do anyway. It’s become instinctual to guide ones path in life based around the stereotypes we have formed about people and people groups. Seen more recently in the screams of politicians attempting to rally constituents around their moral code. The moral code they declare is biblical or sometimes scientific. While practicing back biting and slander so obvious it’s undeniable in it’s scope. Still they pick and choose which moralities we must follow and which we demand others to follow. You are all your own gods, which is obvious by how we live our lives. Using the big G in the sky as a reason for hate and malice is simply an excuse for your depraved behavior. The sooner you can admit that, the better life will be. It’s not your god that hates homosexuality, it’s you. It’s not your god that views Americans as infidels, It’s you. It’s not your god who tells you that you can’t eat meat on Friday, it’s you. It’s not your God that demands sacrifice in the form of abortion doctors, it’s you. Convincing yourself that it’s “God’s will,” is just another form of justification. If you have to justify anything in your life by turning to a higher power for deliverance, be prepared to look to the heavens for a long time. If you know from the very core of your being that there is no reason to hate, kill, or maim then no amount of clearance from the almighty can ever wipe your black hearts clean.

Your God knows exactly why he disagrees with all the same things you do. It’s because you look at your God in the mirror everyday. You may not always like what you see, but at least you know where your prayers are going. They are offered up only to be returned to sender because you can’t mail things to yourself and expect and answer from anyone else. Who listens to what you say by yourself in the dark? You do. The gods my friends, if they do exist... they aren’t there for your personal walk with them. They aren’t there to restore your hope in humanity, and they certainly aren’t going to rescue you from yourself. You are the one that holds the keys to your future. I don’t care what god you believe in. If it’s the one I follow or another one. I know why I follow my God, in fact I know very well why I believe in him. It’s not because my parents did, nor is it because I believe in a global think tank. I believe in my God because I feel spirituality is important and my God hold the answers I need to have hope in the eternal. Still I don’t assume anything about his judgment or upon whom he will bring his wrath or love. That’s all up to him and it is not my place to act in his stead. All I can do is follow the creed he has set up. So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you – Matt 7:12. The golden rule as it is called. Under this lifestyle choice all other rules and doctrines should fall into place. It makes sense to me. So long as you find your peace and happiness. So long as you can go to sleep at night knowing that the next day is a gift from something be it science or the supernatural. You only have one life to lead and the excuse of “God,” is as old as time itself. You don’t have a real excuse not to live. So live it to the fullest. Let the gods of history not hold you from your future. Let not the god of the present dictate your actions, let not the fear of damnation keep you from your walk to your dreams be they spiritual or carnal. If there are gods, they created us to live on this blue marble and our greatest tribute to all deities is to live our lives to the fullest. You can trust them with the after life... Your life is what’s important now.

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Pansexuality: A #Nerd's Eye View

<editorsnote> This is really really really interesting to me ... so, a week and some change ago I talked to this dude on twitter who had in his bio that he was pansexual. Never having heard the term before I asked him what it was and he tweeted me back explaining it. I was shocked, I'm 27 years old and talk about sex morning noon and night - how have I not heard of this? Well ... coincidentally enough, our very own @SaintPepsi also just wrote a post on it breaking it all down for us. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT JORDAN!!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @SaintPepsi

Two of the girls I have pursued in this life of mine, have told me that they are pan-sexual. In both cases I was a little thrown off guard. I mean I’ve heard a great many definitions of sexuality. Tran-sexual, Bi-sexual, Homosexual, and Heterosexual. All of which are pretty straight forward. Still to hear someone say pan-sexual; well that brings to light a whole new form of sexuality.

To sum it up, it was at long last finally defined to me, “As someone that sees only the person and loves them for that. Without age, beauty, sex, or anything being a limitation.” Truly, you can fall for just about anything. To say you are pan-sexual is to say that you have no idea where your desire lays but you know that when you feel it it could be for anyone.

I suppose this is good for a guy like me. I can be pretty freakish, a bit out there, outrageous, way too honest, and it certainly helps with my age. It strips a person down to just the soul and in that lays what the pan-sexual is looking for. Still I know that there are many other deciding factors to consider. Just because you say you are pan-sexual, doesn’t mean you are able to look at any person and strip them down to just the soul. Who we are and what we do is what shapes us into what we are. So what we are is what anyone falls for. Be it a prevalence of good looks, a pleasant disposition, or availability emotionally. You cannot allow yourself to just fall for someone without considering what all there is on the outside that made that soul shine to you.

So when the last girl I pursued had issue with my age, (Mind you I am 30 and she was 21) I wanted to object based on her self proclaimed pan-sexual status. Truly, a few years difference would not be such a deciding factor as to limit yourself from an entire subset of viable candidates. However, I did not argue because to argue that would be nothing less than dismantling. No matter what form of sexuality you claim; you can never know for sure when you will be swept off your feet or by whom. You can only establish a criteria for what you do find enthralling in another individual. After that you have a decent number of people you can allow to get closer to you. That does not however, rule out the rest of the people from being thrown into your line of sight; like a deer in headlights. So personally, I feel we ought to do away with all terms of sexuality. You are who you are and whom you are attracted to is your own business.

In fact! I feel that it is because we demanded to label all aspects of just how to clarify our sexuality that we have drawn attention from unwanted hateful groups. You need not scream to the world that you are gay, it doesn’t matter. In the end who you are is a part of you and people will either accept that or they won’t. You will rarely change a persons mind as far as sexuality goes. On that note; the same goes for religions, politics and sports for that matter. Had people not demanded recognition for their cluster of like minded individuals they may never have had to deal with now instituted laws against their politically assumed depraved behavior. If the church you go too doesn’t want to marry you because you are a non-contemporary couple then find a church or city hall that will. I acknowledge it isn't fair that states have laws forbidding such relations. You are seeking, nay demanding acceptance from people whose minds are made up already. To change that won't be a matter of appealing to the heart, but more so waiting for a generation of bigoted and powerful people to be replaced by more understanding and tolerant ones. It is your acceptance of the natural feelings you feel that will resonate with those that do care about you. Not the screams of ignorance from groups demanding the end of your affections.

It is not our job to convince people to accept us for who we are. Take what people hate most about you or who you are and wear it like armor and no one can use it against you. It is up to everyone else to make up their own minds in that area. So sure, I believe that people are all the forms of sexuality I listed above. What I don’t believe: is that any matter of chants, signs, parades, or petitions will ever change the minds of anyone whom is already firm in their beliefs. The roots of hatred and ignorance grow deeper than most and to uproot those in power who legislate this institutionalized hatred will most likely result in waiting for them to be moved out of office. You can't just pull up a tree and as much as we would like to think a group of people could it will still take way more effort than you might want to exert for the less than wonderful payoff.  The only true power of the people is to act in response to who you are, no matter whom you are attracted to. It is not the world you must keep happy, but yourself. How you achieve that happiness is up to you as well.

So to spin this wild tangent back around to pan-sexuality let me just say this and it’s the same thing I tell my bisexual friends. If you don’t know what or whom you are looking for don’t bother labeling yourself until you settle down and know for sure. Be that heterosexual, Bi-sexual, Homosexual, or even Pan-sexual. Until then you can rest easy knowing we are all pan-sexual. Some of us just refuse to accept that as the path we find ourselves traveling on.

#thatisall

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