“ What did you just call him? You use that word, you’re talking about him…. You use the ‘N’ word? How about retard? You call that nice girl on the Cheerios with Kurt a retard? But you think it’s okay to come into my house and say faggy? I know what you meant! You think I didn’t use that word when I was your age? Some kid gets clocked in practice, we’d tell him to stop being such a fag: shake it off. We meant it exactly the way that you meant it: that being gay is wrong, that it’s some kind of punishable offense. I really thought you were different…. that you were some new generation of dude who saw things differently—you just kind of came into the world knowing what it’s taken me years of struggling to figure out. I guess I was wrong…. I can’t have that kind of poison around. ”
GLEE (once again proving that behind all the glitter, drama, and show tunes, it’s one of the most substantial shows on television)
omgs I need to make an “I OWN MY BODY BUT I SHARE” button.Some of the buttons that we made for QueerFest
WAAAANT. Also this makes me miss my bike. And using my big bag covered in radical buttons. And my favorite radical button that I left at home. (Mom: if you find my “I OWN MY BODY BUT I SHARE” button that you gave me from the 1960s, and you feel like mailing it to me, that’d be rad.)
