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[kittydesade]

Based on each situation, make a sentence stating a purpose, using the verb stem + に　/　いきます/きます/かえります

ちゅうかりょうりが　すきですから、　そのレストランに　いきました。
ちゅうかりょうりを　たべに　そのレストランに　いきました。

１．　ミルクが　ありませんから、　スーパーに　いきます。　
ミルクを買いにスーパーに行きます。

２．およぐのが　すきですから、　ハワイに　いきます。
およぎに　ハワイに　行きます。

３．宿題が　ありますから、　家に　帰ります。
宿題をしに　家に　帰ります。

４．日本に　友だちが　いますから、　日本に　行きます。
日本に　友だちが　いに　日本に　行きます。

５．　しゃしんを　とるのが　すきですから、　この　山に　来ました。
しゃしんをとりに　この　山に　来ました。



Japanese, I've got my eye on you. I'm not entirely sure you're above-board.

First, the fun: To the first five people who comment to this post, I will gift you with something of my own crafting. It may be an icon, a manip, a drawing, a ficlet, or something completely random. You may love it or you may think it sucks, but regardless, it will be made with ♥love♥ for you from me.

Feel free to give me a hint of what you might like (ship, character, actor/actress, fandom, color, etc). It will most likely be a ficlet. If I have your address, it might be yarn. I have a wheel and I'm not afraid to use it.

Now, the not so fun: As many people have blogged and reblogged, October 20th has been deemed Spirit Day, in honor or memory or both of the so far nine? boys and young men who have committed suicide because of homophobic harassment. No, I'm not reblogging the entire text of the thing, the essence is, wear purple, and explain to people who are wondering why you suddenly look like a fruit of the loom grape that this is because nine people dying in any way, suicide or homicide or being chased to the edge of a cliff, because they were harassed because other people couldn't handle a difference in humanity, is nine people far too many.

I'm of two minds on the Spirit Day thing, as, again, several people have discussed. On the one hand, it's good that this is getting some attention. Maybe all these posts and all this purple will make some people think twice about whether or not their actions have contributed to a feeling of hurt or persecution or hopelessness. On the other hand, it certainly doesn't stop at nine. It doesn't stop at twelve. It didn't start in the last couple months when this chain of tragedies began, and it doesn't stop once there's a lull in the news reporting. When I was a freshman in high school over fifteen years ago, a friend of mine attempted suicide as a result of homophobic harassment, and for other reasons. It doesn't start there, either. Alan Turing, one of the greatest mathematicians and cryptologists of his time, voluntarily underwent chemical castration and is believed to have committed suicide because the social mood of the time believed that how he felt was sick and wrong. And it still doesn't start there.

Persecution of people because of homophobia has existed as long as homosexual behavior. Because as long as people have done a thing that was different from others, there have been others who say, you're doing things differently and that's wrong. Whether the intentions behind it are to save a person's soul, redeem their lives, or to make them feel the weight and shame of what a person believes these others have done wrong, the result is to make them feel judged and separated. And that effect shows a lot less when the person being separated has a strong support structure to hold them up. When the young man has a family who tells him, don't worry about what other people say, you be the best person you can be, and we love you anyway... maybe that's enough. Or maybe it just makes them hide it all the more. When the young woman has friends who tell her, it's okay, girlfriend, we love you anyway, maybe that helps. Or sometimes, maybe, it doesn't.

The point that I'm rambling away from is, this happens. Homophobia happens, and it hurts. It's always happened, and it's not going to go away overnight, but whether you like it or not this isn't a new problem. This isn't a revelation. This is a pattern of behavior that hurts others, sometimes to the point of self-annihilation, and that does no one any good. It's destructive, it's hurtful, it's pointless.

So, yes, I will be breaking out the bright purple Warehouse 13 shirt on Spirit Day. And maybe the purple Mardi Gras beads as well. Probably the purple arm warmers and nail polish. And I will tell people, I'm wearing this in solidarity for all the others who are wearing purple to say, I'm safe. You can talk to me, I won't tell you you're sick and wrong. I'm trying to be better. You can tell me that you don't feel like you're in the right sex body, you can tell me that you're a girl who loves girls, or a boy who loves boys, or a girl or boy who loves both. At once. I'm not going to judge. I'm going to wear purple because I don't like dealing soul-rending wounds or even soul-papercuts, although I'm sure I've made my share of mistakes. And I can tell people, oh, this? I'm wearing purple because people are dying because they couldn't take it anymore, because they felt judged and alienated and alone and in despair, and I think that's wrong.

Purple is good. I like purple, it's a good color. And having a day for things is good, but it doesn't start there or stop there. It needs to start by waking up and deciding, okay. I'm going to try to do better today. And it needs to never stop.

Every year I go to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra christmas concert, and cry like a baby because it's terribly adorable, but there's one song that sticks in my mind right now. And yes, it's a Christmas song, but this one portion of the last verse seems appropriate.

If this kindness we feel is just pretending
If we pretend long enough
Never giving up
It just might be who we are