I am tired of being told to live my life by someone else's rules. I am not extraordinary. I fit into several "normal" boxes and am no better than anyone else. But we all have to find our own rules and our own happiness ( Read more... )

In my Psych 165 class, we talked about possible genetic/biological links to homosexuality today. An older woman by the name of Maria [six kids, the youngest is 5] began asking some very pointed questions about the "causes" of what she called "gayness." As we were leaving class, she turns to Sara and me and says, "I just know it. My five year-old is ( Read more... )

When I was much younger, I wanted to be a slick NY woman. I wanted that smooth, shiny, perfect hair; a job that involved business suits and meetings and cell phones and hurried taxi rides; a spacious flat with black and white furniture and a glass coffee table. I dreamed that I'd breeze through college and date a ridiculously good-looking man live ( Read more... )

Robert came in to Friday's tonight just to see me. Apparently, according to Laura, he's been doing this all week.

The bright spot in my life right now.

Stop being depressed and degrading each other, people. Intolerance only breeds more of the same, and you're all proving it ( Read more... )

I refuse to get melodramatic or overreact to all this. First off, it's seriously not really over yet, pathetic as that is ( Read more... )

Call me intolerant, but I am really so very glad I grew up to be a socialist. These kids my age who grew up in rich families and are worried about keeping tax cuts for the rich and not opening blue-cross/blue-shield to more people and keeping the same "stable" leader through armed conflict make my head ache ( Read more... )

Have decided to be entirely cynical by applying fake stab wounds to my back and going as myself for Halloween.

Har-de-har, I'm so fucking clever I could shoot myself.

Got my invitation to Ariel's wedding today. For the first time, I'm realizing that, although we're not old yet, we are truly becoming adults. Here's this girl I've known since we were six, playing barbies in my basement or dressing up in her attic, and she's getting married. In JanuaryIt's weird to realize how quickly things happen when you get ( Read more... )

Put in my notice last night. It was irritating, as I simply wanted to do it and then have that be it, but Joe insisted on dragging it out like a scene from a Bronte novel. I could've sworn at any moment he was going to fall to his knees at my side and beg me to stay [although, that might have done it]. The sad truth is, though, that he's losing ( Read more... )