The Priestess' Rectory

So the Television season has started, most of the people I'm with are all quite busy with their jobs.  Most of them, their new jobs.

James is busy with Smallville together with Jensen.  He promised me he'll keep an eye on Jensen when they're shooting togther.  I said no need to worry, it's an open relationship, he can do what he wants.  I really don't know how often they'd be together in a shoot so I'd rather not mind it.  I don't meddle with their jobs.

Vincent is in talks for another indipendent movie, I think.  I'm not sure.  I coulnd't really keep up with his work.

Drew, partying, modeling, that's his life, after me of course. 

EJ is busy with their HIV/AIDS campaign.  I can see my husband is really growing to a be good man.  I just hope his son follows his footsteps.

Speaking of my sons, I just finished Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and I just can't wait for their next movie!  I know I sound very much like a stage mother, but heck, who wouldn't if you've got sons like mine?

I haven't seen pics of Tom in GOB around.  Lots of Daniel though.  Then again, he IS Harry Potter.  Oh they're growing up so fast!  I don't want to see the day they get themselves some pretty lady and get married and then  ... oh no!!! Grandkids!

I'm not ready to be a Lola yet ...

I feel so alone when they're all out in their jobs.  Even with a Harem full of beautiful lovers, there will still be some moments you'd find yourself alone. 

A Public Service Annoucement (of sorts...)
From tristantrakand & kitsune_jade:



I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.