Teeth Chattering Warmth

It's been a grueling week with papers and exams, but I survived! And I applied to Institute of Child Development and my Book Award.

Even if I don't get accept any of them, I can at least rest easy knowing I tried.

Sonnet 1

When Father preaches of Heaven and Hell,

Forgiveness, repentance, and contrition,

I cannot help fall underneath His spell,

Since no one can escape the mortician.

My soul may be tainted with sins and wrongs,

And my intentions may never be right,

As long as his soul or her soul belongs

To Him then all feelings should be contrite.

Yet, Beelzebub will render me speechless,

With necromancy and knowledge around.

Celestial beings will be in excess,

And thus will Mephastophilis surround.

So be content to observe with only awe,

For I made the mistake not to withdraw.

Sonnet 2

Oh! How Aeneas, welcomed by Dido,

Wreaked havoc upon her senses and breast,

Did not mean to intent her eyes aglow,

However, he did not hold much protest.

His fleet was in dire need of repose,

So faithful Venus convinced Cupid, her son,

To stoke Dido’s fire, for she well knows,

Without Dido, the Trojans are undone.

But, her frenzy grew highly demented,

Chose to discard her empire for a king,

Even though, her heart was long tormented,

She should not have used her sword for killing.

Farewell to the Tragic Queen of Carthage,

Since all are beaten by Fate’s lineage.

I know they're not in iambic pentameter, but I tried.

Here's also my belated article.

Lights are dim, music is blasting and it is Friday night; you spot a cute boy with no girl in sight. As a consequence, your predator instincts kick in, telling you it’s time to hunt.

The rhythm of the music intertwines with the rhythm of your heart and you manage to make eye contact with him. You think he’s tall and stylish, a bit too stylish, but that’s not a problem because you’re too busy thinking about how cute he is. Thus, you stumble to his side to ask him to dance. He smiles sweetly and instantly replies, “Yeah, sure! Just hold on a second so I can tell my boyfriend.” I’m sure your heart plummeted right then when your cute boy turned into a gay boy.

Apart from the trauma of losing a magnificent specimen to the opposite sex, again, and the indirect rejection, females eventually accept — although not wholeheartedly — the detail that the only good-looking guy at the bar is gay. However, America cannot boast the same reception with the passing of California’s Proposition 8. It seemed incomprehensible that California, our liberal companion, was even capable of passing a ban on homosexual marriage.

With the election of Barack Obama into the presidency, one would think that society would be a step closer to accepting other races, other religions and other sexual orientations, but apparently these are forbidden and fruitless thoughts. The sad truth is that society will always have its bias against those who are different. They will concoct preposterous claims to support their opinions in order to fix the status quo. Yet, homosexuals are still humans; they should have a say in their lives. Who gives another person the right to choose what someone else can or cannot do, particularly in romantic affairs? If I want to get married to a boy, then I should be able to. If I want to get married to a girl, then I should be able to. If I wanted to get married to a blasted plate, then I should be able to. It does not concern the government, it does not concern my parents — well, a little — and it does not concern others.

I wish I could chalk up this ban of gay marriage to society being jealous that homosexuals can find someone they want to cherish their life with; but, I highly doubt this is the case. In reality, the real reason is because people are petrified of what they do not understand and of what they do not foresee. Allowing same-sex marriage may encourage more gays to be open, but they should be allowed this privilege to relish marriage and their identity; however, this does not necessarily mean that it will also persuade heterosexuals to magically transform into homosexuals. People should simply have the opportunity to celebrate who they are.

In addition, the freedom to marry one’s own sex will not disrupt society with lewd sex acts, and HIV will not spread like wildfire. Rest assured that plenty of heterosexuals will achieve this or have already done so. If Connecticut is capable of giving homosexuals their rights, then it should be about time for New York and the rest of the United States to jump on the “Gay and Proud” bandwagon.