This May Seem Like an Innocent Explanation,

But it's also a setup for constant referrals to my blog, and (as a more positive act, that is, one that might /improve/ some lives) draw attention to the Day of Silence, which might lead to more participators and in the long run (with a little luck) more gay rights. So what I'm doing here is posting for fucking JUSTICE.

[this bit was written last night. I'm not changing a single word.]

In other words, not at all what you're expecting.

Tomorrow, or today for when most of you will read this, is the day of silence. The National Day of Silence. With capital letters because it is, in fact, serious business. It's this rally-type thing where peeps across the country stay silent for a day to protest the abuse directed at the LBGT community. I feel strongly about gay rights (no shit, sherlock, look at the post below) and as such I'm participating.

Fucking awesome, let me tell you. You should too.

[here we go, post-day thoughts]

First off, it's still the day of silence. But I'm not seeing anyone for the rest of today (unknown if I'll leave my goddamn /room/) so I figured /fuck it/ I'm done for today. I love gays as much as the next guy, and anyone who knows me knows that I hate the /fuck/ out of the oppressive bigots apparently making up the majority of the state, but I needed to talk for my grandma's birthday. Fun times (read as: awkward. Whatever.)

ANYWAY, now that my silence is (officially) over, I'm posting some post-speakum impressions.

First off, there /were/ fun times. This wasn't a horrifyingly solemn event (or I'd have my ass kicked for saying no less than forty-three words today during my time), and playing charades /all fucking day/ is a blast. But no one understood me, so I wrote all over my arm. Also, communication through smiles and (dirty) looks (that's a song name waiting to happen) is more of a fucking blast. Interestingly enough, I also had two chicks in my lap today, and two more under my arms for extended periods of time. What a fucking awesome day. And I said less words than I use in a text.

There were some douchebags, of course. Like that dude in second period who had a problem with transsexuals, or people who didn't participate because of what we were protesting. Note that I'm not calling people who knew about it but didn't participate douchebags, just the ones who're bigots.

There were, however, way too fucking many heroes for my cynical mind to comprehend. I mean, Morise, this senior in Chem, spent time arguing with said douche who hated transsexuals because he's fucking awesome like that. Major props. And there were people who thought it was awesome that I was doing such a thing (albeit with some major slip ups), or the people who were going to participate but forgot about it, and all the people who didn't mind speaking to the dude who was (mostly) mute throughout the day.

Special shout outs to Chris, who miraculously understood like, everything I was saying, and Tarra, who still fucking owes me.

Talking is still wierd, yes. Like trying to jack off in public, it's awkward and forced, and often just doesn't finish. My words trail off halfway through my saying them. Tomorrow, I will mend that with a few million grunts (I'll be being beat up in a martial arts tourney I volunteered to dummy for. Ow. >.<. This isn't a journal bit, it's an explanation of why I can't late night effect the hell outta the whores post. Sorry, everyone. Tomorrow night, I swear.)

People admitted to feeling weird talking to me, since I could only really respond with nods, smiles, and hand gestures (until I invariably took out a piece of paper and a pen, which I lost). It made me wonder if a mute ever feels like this, wanting to respond but unable to. Which reminds me, all of you readers in my 6th period, who taunted me? You're all dead.

All in all, fantastic day. It was my first time in memory being a part of any kind of large, formal event that wasn't a fucking party, so it felt really good. I've had an itch to do some protesting recently, and this really helped with that. Good times. Maybe it's the chicks-in-my-lap feeling talking, but awesome day. Eddie is pissed at me for... things, but whatever, he'll get over it.

Now, comment, since /you lot/ (except Halley) didn't have to shut up all day (except fifth period. /FUCK/ fifth period).

PS (parentheses).