On the birthday of someone I used to know... a bit of wisdom ( Read more... )

What do you see ( Read more... )

so, I'm sitting in my Research Methods II class and I am shocked at the fact that this unnamed professor would consider a survey which only allows for a box for male/ female choices for gender "mutually exhaustive" and "collectively exhaustive". I don't want to believe that he is transphobic, but wouldn't this beg the question? Mind you, that this ( Read more... )

Innocent: "uncorrupted by evil, malice, or wrongdoing; sinless". This is the first definition offered in the American Heritage Dictionary. For me, the underlined word in the definition is "uncorrupted". I've had my share of evil, malice, and definitely wrongdoing. But for 27 years, I disallowed myself to become corrupted by it all. I used to take ( Read more... )

I heard today that to live with someone who can't love you is lonelier than to be alone. Damn! I want that to be true! I tell myself to believe that and most days I do. But some days, that loneliness eats at the core of my very being. We also hear all the time that love is about sacrifices and I used to believe that. But I think that maybe, it's ( Read more... )

Here, love has to be fast to last, dismissing the past, but it never lasts long enough… to weather the storm that was brewing before anyone ever knew it. To continue the pace, to keep up with the race, they found a way to improve it…. like cingular wireless, keeping everyone connected, the only way is to rollover it. With no time to waste, and ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've last written . . . I do that sometimes. I guess that's just typical of life. Right now, I feel like one of those frogs you get to dissect in Sophomore Biology. I guess that's what love does to you . . . splits you open, pins your peeled back skin, taut to black rubber, so that some uncertain, scared hand can move things ( Read more... )

The butterfly that adorns my shoulder has been there since September of 1999. I let them pierce my skin with hundreds of small needles, drawing blood, even minor pain, so that I would permanently be marked with a symbol and colors I have always been associated with. But the mark was there long before the cocoon and chrysalis was broken. It was ( Read more... )

Ani asks, "how many times undone can one person be?" I listen as she pulls the strings that hold me together and promises to leave me on the cold, hard floor. And I yearn for the cloak of invisibility to shield me from the unseeing eyes of the world, knowing understanding will never come for them. They’ll look on and make their presumptions and ( Read more... )

I remember a time when I was talking to my mama. I was complaining about our small town and about how I was too big for it. I couldn't wait to get out of there and as soon as I did I would never look back ( Read more... )