Kaitlyn Hunt: Should She Be Punished?

If you are on Facebook, you've probably seen the story floating around about Kaitlyn Hunt, a Senior at Sebastian River High School. She is in a same-sex relationship with a girl that was on her basketball team and, because she is 18 and the girl is 15, she is facing criminal charges of two counts of felony lewd and lascivious battery on a child 12-16.

Some reports are saying that the girls entered into their relationship after Kaitlyn turned 18. Some say it was when she was 17, so I'm not 100% sure when the relationship started, but I, personally, think that is irrelevant. 

The girl that Kaitlyn was seeing has awful parents, because they are pursuing criminal charges against Kaitlyn because, as they are quoted telling a member of the school, their daughter will not be gay.

So, because these assholes didn't want their kid to "be gay", they are going to ruin this girl, who was a star athlete, she was voted the student withe the "Most School Spirit", she was a cheerleader, she helped coach the team, she was active in Church, she was a camp counselor, she was already a medical assistant that was about to go to college.

This was IS a good kid! She has clearly worked hard to maintain EXCELLENT extracurriculars. She had a very bright future ahead of her. And all of that hard work could be taken from her because she fell in love with someone who's parents are bigots.

This blogger is of the opinion that the other girl's parents wouldn't have pursued any kind of criminal charges had Kaitlyn been male. I think that the other girl's parents have made their homophobia clear and have indicated enough that they are doing this to punish their child and Kaitlyn because of their sexual orientation. 

It is heartbreaking that this young lady, so full of hope with a bright future, could lose it every bit because of some vindictive parents. Why? It is a gross misuse of the justice system. They have recorded phone conversations between Kaitlyn and the girl, where Kaitlyn professed her love for her, stating that she had never loved anyone as much in her life. 

PERSONALLY, I don't think she should be punished, at all. While YES, there is a law that states that Kaitlyn can't sexually interact with someone under the age of 16, I think it's apparent enough that the other girl's parents are doing this strictly because of sexual orientation.

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Sound off, either here or on my Facebook page. What are YOUR thoughts on this situation?

A Lifetime Ago

It is time for Secret Subject Swap, one of my favorite things to participate in. This month, I'm being all crazy and zany and joining Take 2 of the swap. I know, I know...I'm all adventurous and whatnot. 

There are 11 of us crazy kids that are posting this time. When you are done here, why not take a peak at what they have to offer....

Baking In A Tornado                       

The Insomniac's Dream                          

Dinosaur Superhero Mommy                                  

The Pursuit of Normal                    

The Momisodes                                     

Searching for Sanity                    

Black Sheep Mom                    

Moore Organized Mayham          

Daily Dose of Damn                       

Tiny Steps Mommy                           

Mom Rants and Comfy Pants        

My subject is "That was a lifetime ago". It was given to me by a newly discovered (by me) blog, Daily Dose of Damn. Thank you for the prompt....

It seems like a lifetime ago that I was laying on your lap, getting the world's best back rub from you. No one else can even KIND of rub my back as good as you did. You'd rock in your rocking chair while rubbing my back, humming an old country song. You smelled of a perfume I can't quite place now, coffee and whatever you'd jarred for that day. 

It seems like a lifetime ago that we were attending that old Southern Baptist church together, having dinner on Sunday afternoons so that we can make the evening sermon. A good ol' Southern dinner that tasted more delicious than it smelled. I always looked forward to your cooking. You were the best cook.

It seems like a lifetime ago that you'd let me help you take the curlers out of your hair, as you'd prepare for work at JC Penney. You always told me that a woman was to look her best in public and you'd take the time to fix my hair. When I'd spend the night, we'd put curlers in our hair together and bake something delicious. 

It seems like a lifetime ago that you were so sick, so frail. A shadow of the woman I'd grown to love. You couldn't remember my name and I couldn't really understand why. I was the light of your life, the gleam in your eye and you had no idea who I was. I didn't understand that the cancer was stealing away your memory. 

It seems like a lifetime ago that you slipped away one August night, without a goodbye, without a word. It took for ever for me to realize that it was best for you, that you weren't in pain, that you weren't sick anymore. Selfishly, I wish you were still here, to give my kids what you gave me.

It seems like a lifetime ago, that I'd sit on your front porch and listen to you rock in your favorite rocking chair, playing the Cincinnati Reds game at top volume, because your hearing was shot. You'd never trash talk, never yelled at the TV, just calmly sat there, rocking in your chair and enjoying the time you spent with America's favorite past time.

It seems like a lifetime ago that you'd sit at the kitchen table, with a basin of warm water in front of you next to the standup mirror, a cup of shaving cream and the brush sitting to one side, a razor to the other. You'd let me lather the cream on your face with that brush and have me in a fit of giggles with the silly faces you'd make. Sometimes, you'd let me put some on my face and shave with you, using a spoon to handle it. 

It seems like a lifetime ago that I'd sneak out of my room late a night and smell the musky scent of your unfiltered Lucky Strike cigarette that you smoked while playing solitaire. You'd sit there, at the end of the table, for hours playing that card game. Did you know that Dad does the same thing, only he doesn't smoke and it's on the computer.

It seems like a lifetime ago that you'd wink at me like it was a conspiracy and you'd show me where you hid your Zero candy bars. You'd sit me up on the counter and warm me up a chocolate Moon Pie in the microwave and we'd eat it, making a gooey mess. When Grandma was sick, you kept vanilla ice cream in the freezer for her and some chocolate syrup for me, always making me a bowl when you made hers, sitting me next to her so we could chat.

It seems like a lifetime ago that I came home from school to find out you'd passed, joining Grandma wherever you guys are. Three days after your 77th birthday and four days before your 57th wedding anniversary. You were with your beloved, finally at peace. I hated not getting to say goodbye to you, but I remember you visiting me while I was there for your funeral. You told me it was okay, you were with Grandma and you both would always watch over me. "Girl," you said "We love you.". 

It seems like a lifetime ago that two of the most amazing people left my life. I was nine when my Grandma passed, after fighting renal cancer. I was fifteen when my Grandpa passed after a battle with emphysema. I can still visit their grave where they are next to each other for eternity, headstones joined by a vase in the middle, and see the indention where my Grandpa use to sit on his side and look mournfully at the resting place of his love.

People say I look like my Grandma and I take that as a compliment, because she was one of the most beautiful people I've ever known, both inside and out. If he looks a certain way, I swear I can see my Grandpa in my son. I wish, daily, that they'd gotten to meet my kids. I know they'd adore them and that my kids would experience what I got to in my time with my Grandparents. 

Their love was magical, their relationship was one that I always dreamed of having myself. I always said that if I'd found a love even half as amazing and strong as theirs, I'd be lucky. I feel like they put Matthew in my path for that very reason, to let me see what it's like to love someone so fully, so completely. 

It seems like a lifetime ago, but every day I miss them. Every day, I send a silent "I love and miss you" to them. Every day, I wish for them. I'd gladly give up a year of my life for an hour with them both. Just to be able to hug them, take in their familiar scent, talk to them. I wish it were that easy. But I know, that one day, I will see them again.

That seems like a lifetime to go......