"One man with courage makes a majority."

Andrew Jackson said that. Arthur Schopenhauer said, " We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people." Ralph Waldo Emerson, a favorite writer of an ex-girlfriend, said, " Who you are speaks so loudly I can't hear what you're saying." Voltaire said, " those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. I say, "You learn everything you need to know about a person during times of crisis." It speaks volumes to me that Amy posted on my blog. It means to me that, though the words may have stung, the relationship is strong enough to survive. That means the world to me. You see, I grew up in St. Louis, where dating "outside your race" is still prohibited. Never in my life has anyone's family accepted me. Because I'm biracial, I've either been too white, or too black, or not enough Armenian, Korean, Brazilian, etc. That has never been an issue with Julie's family. They have never made me feel uncomfortable because of who I am, and I cannot express what a refreshing thing that is.

I'm trying to search my feelings to see how I feel about all these flames that are coming. I really don't care, but it is bothering me because it is bothering Julie. She feels like these people don't know us, but I say fuck 'em, they're just bitter, jealous and hateful. This whole drama has become way too, well, dramatic! There are some people who are so miserable in their tiny little lives that they can not STAND for other people to be happy. The bottom line is that Julie and I are happy, and we will continue to be. We are having a child, and that will be the focal point of our lives forever! It's not my fault that some of you can't have kids - take your anger out on nature, or God, or whatever it is you believe in. I don't know any of you, nor would I care to. Enjoy your misery, because it's yours alone.

I'm happy, and I'm going to have a baby. Get over it.