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Long story, but I will try to cut as short as I can. Mostly because it is 3:20am for me, and I am not thinking too clearly.
Anyway, tonight I decided to go play over at pogo.com for a while. It helps gets my mind of my worries, plus hanging in the rainbow rooms, I meet a lot of good queers across the world.
Tonight I met a fellow Aussie, who happens to be living about 20 minutes away from me. So we started to talk, and this third person was chatting with us as well. This third person is from the United States, so we got talking about politics and stuff.
During our conversation we got talking about gay rights, and the rights Austalia has given to its LGBT community compared to what you guys get in the U.S.
It was while talking about this, and the hardship that Sappho and I face I regular basis I realized just how angry I am at the United States. And of course having this sudden realiazation it has guilted me out.
I love the U.S. I have always wanted to be there, since I was a young kid. Of course meeting Sappho and falling in love topped it off for me. I mean, I was already in love with the country, but having someone to share that love with just made it more special.
The reason I am so angry is because the U.S. won't let me be with the woman I love, when she needs me for than ever.
Sappho is having a really hard time because of her mum's illness and stuff, and I can't be there to help her through what she is going through.
I try and be as supportive as I possibly can from a distance of 8,000 miles, but the computer and telephone can only do so much, ya know?
I am hurt that the only reason the United States doesn't like me is because I am a lesbian. I also hurt by the fact that the U.S. claims to offer the same immigration policy to countries that those countries offer their citizens. Yet my country as well as fourteen other countries allow for same sex immigration, yet the U.S. doesn't. To me, that is not offering the same immigration policy, period.
I was there when 9/11 happened. Sappho's sister lives in NYC, so it was very hard for us. I experienced first hand the bomb threats that were happening in SF two days later. I shared your countries pain with you. I cried with you. I got angry with you. And when the towers fell, they took a piece of me with them, as well.
I am very dedicated to your country, but I don't know how to deal with this anger, and further, the guilt I am now dealing with because of the anger.
Are my feelings of anger unjustified?
(Going to bed now, so I will check back on this thread tomorrow, if I drift off If not I will be back shortly. Thanks in advance DU, for the support.)
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