Philosophy Debate

So, the other day in Philosophy we were discussing Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave” and somehow ending up on the topic of whether it is OK for homosexual couples to adopt children. Some guy in the class made a statement that homosexual couples are not capable of raising a stable child because;

1) the child will be scared by years of teasing and ridicule in school (like that never happens anyways.)

2) because both parents are of the same sex the child will be effected by missing out of what the missing parent gender could provide. Like if its a male homosexual couple the childed will not have a mother figure. and if its a female homosexual couple the child will not have a father figure.

He says he actually has been psychological science to back this up.

I for one am not homosexual but completely disagree with this and believe good parenting is not based on gender but character. If the child being tease to a horrifying extend is the issue then doesn’t the fault lie within society and not the homosexual parents. Shouldn’t we take the responsibility of teaching our children that no matter how different a person is they are still a human being with human feelings. No matter how much you might disagree with someone way of life doesn’t make them any less human and worthy of kindness.

Years ago people probably would have said the same thing as an interracial couple raising a child. Some people would have said that the child would never be able to have a normal life because he or she would never fit it. The whites wouldn’t accept him or her because he or she is half black and vice versa.

But thankfully most of us have progressed enough to know that isn’t the case.

And as far as the fact that the child will be missing out on a mother or father figure…..

Give me a damn break.

There are plenty of people out there who are single parents who raise great kids.

There are plenty of successful, happy, good people who have been raised by only a mother or only a father.

Its on the parents to take the responsibility to both mother and father for their children. Its obviously been proven that one person is able to be successful in taking up those two roles.

So why the hell couldn’t two people do that?

No parent out there is perfect. For a certain amount of time while we are young we believe that to be so but as we mature and grow we begin to see their flaws and things about them that we sometimes dont understand, sometimes dont want to understand and while its always hard to deal with we, hopefully, eventually get over it and learn to love our parent for who they are.

Not Mr. and Mrs Clever.

But beautifully human.

Little Boys and Girls

She climbed out of her bed, pushing the delicate pink linen away from herself and then slipped her small feet into her sparkly princess slippers

He excitedly jumped out of bed; his spider-man comforter went unnoticed as it hit the floor in a rumpled mess

Happily skipping down the stair she joined her mother in the kitchen, the smell of bacon and pancakes assaulted her senses as she walked through the doorway

He quickly ran into his parents’ room and leaped onto the large king size bed in an effort to wake his sleeping father. Today was the day he had been waiting for all week.

After breakfast she fluttered around the kitchen, pushing her soft blonde curls away from her face as she offered her help to the mother she idolized. She longed to grow up and be just like the woman in front of her.

He pulled her favorite baseball cap down on his head, securing it in place as if it could fly away at any moment as he ran ahead of his father into the large open field. The leather chafing against his skin as he quickly pulled the old catching mitt on. It was guy’s day. He had his father all to himself.

It was a girl’s day. The boys were finally out of the house and she had her mother all to herself. They sat in the backyard on the large patio, sipping imaginary tea and nibbling gently on imaginary crumpets. It was a princess tea party and she insisted on wearing nothing but her best. Her best ultimately was her favorite Cinderella dress. The dazzling ensemble was topped off with a fabulous blue princess tiara and her “glass” slippers of course.

As the day came to an end he walked with the last bit of his energy up the walkway to the house. Both smeared with dirt and sweat. After taking the bath his parents insisted on he slipped into his Spiderman pajamas and climbed into bed, a large howling yawn escaping from his mouth. And although he was absolutely knackered from the activities that “Guy’s Day” had consisted of, no lack of energy could keep the smile from his face and the worship in his eyes from fading as his father came in to wish him a good night.

She sat still as he mother gently ran the brush through her hair and then tied her delicate tresses back in a low braid. And then lifted her hands up as her mother slipped her little mermaid nightgown over her head. It was trimmed with frilly lace and worn from being slept in so often. She lay back in bed as her eyes lids became heavy with exhaustion. He mother gently pulled the soft linen and wished her daughter sweet dreams.

Another Little Poem

She lingers through the empty halls of her own mind

The silk of her nightgown picking up dust as it drags along the floor

She passes rooms filled with memories

Memories of ribbons and curls

First kisses and first loves

Rooms of things she has lost And rooms of things she has willingly given away

Rooms filled with the faces of people who sincerely have touched her life

And others whom she has touched

People she loved and people who loved her back

The hall stretches onward seeming to never end

Forward and forward she moves

Gliding across the wooden panels like an angel gliding along the heavens

Until, finally, she sees the end and sadly welcomes it

She knows what this means

She understands

And as she steps through the finale cherry wood door at the end of the hall her internal sun sets

She Got Out of the Car….

 

…..and looked around. The tall overpowering building felt sheltering over her head. Students and business men and women walking quickly up and down the sidewalks. Half-café, low fat, lattes and mochas in hand as they hurried to their destinations. This was her new life, her new beginning. She spent most of her life in suburban hell with her dad and now after graduating high school four months earlier she found New York City waiting for her with open arms. And she was absolutely ready to run right into them. Ever since she was a little girl she dreamt of being here. She remembered her mother’s stories of the bright lights and streets overflowing with culture and life. And now finally, after busting her hump for the last twelve years she was accepted into a small liberal arts school right in the center of the city. As far as she was concerned, her life was finally about to begin.

A Little Poem.

The Night is dark and calm

As I lay in bed staring up at the dotted, white, bland ceiling above me

My eyes chase the ceiling fan in that same circular motionOver, and over, and over

Until, ever so slowly, that familiar feeling begins to sink its claws into my tender flesh

I can feel my eyes become heavy, like the weight on my heart

My mind stills and suddenly I am at peace as I drift

Drift silently onto the night

Silently into a deep sleep

And leave my pain for another day

Im Baaaaack!

ok, I know ive been absent for a while. I give myself a slap on the wrist. “Bad missManhattan!!!”

But Now I am back people. and I recent signed up for an online creative writting class and decided bravely to share some of my writting with you peoples.

And I also promise to keep up with my other writting.

Enjoy!