I haven't written in here in a long, long time. I need to get some thoughts off my chest, out of my head, and onto the internet. I think I want to politicize this blog a little bit, use it for some revolution and social justice, that kind of thing. The problem is that barely anyone reads this. I don't even read this ( Read more... )

Tell me something I don't know about you. I can tell you something happy or something sad about me. Something happy is a lot of my dreams came true. I used to dream about being a dancer someday, with glittery costumes and lots of attention. I created that dream when I was 5 and saw a burlesque show in a movie, and from then on I always wanted to do ( Read more... )

The first time I heard God's Bathroom Floor, I was in a car full of strangers driving to the middle of nowhere. Or, more accurately, trying to get to nowhere in the middle of somewhere.

The first time I fell in love was with a woman.

People do different things to get in touch with themselves. Getting in touch with yourself can mean learning about ( Read more... )

dependable honest humble intelligent open-minded brave respectful curious understanding free-thinking generous forgiving supportive passionate empathetic responsible optimistic emotionally-stable happy ( Read more... )

Don't tell me that you loved me because I'm pretty and I made you feel like someone cared about you. Love is not that impersonal. Maybe those things could be included in a reason, but standing alone, they are not love. First, being loved for the way you look to someone and the way you made them feel is not the same as actually being loved. How long ( Read more... )

I called you because I was having a bad dream.

In the dream, I had a shower made out of glass panels, and when I opened the curtains, there were hundreds of different types of birds crammed into tiny, open cages all around me. The birds could get out if they wanted to, but they didn't want to, they just stayed with their faces smashed against the ( Read more... )

A lot of what I write in here comes from some topic that I will happen to think of, then think about, then articulate. But I really think I need to just, like... write. SO: Tonight when I was walking back into my apartment, I was really into texting and really upset due to the texting, and I stuck my foot right into the center of a small bush with ( Read more... )

"We live in a culture where emotionally starved, deprived females are desperately seeking male love. Our collective hunger is so intense it rends us. And yet we dare not speak it for fear we will be mocked, pitied, shamed. To speak our hunger for male love would demand that we name the intensity of our lack and our loss. The male bashing that was ( Read more... )

I think when someone has no friends, friends that ditch them all the time, and/or friends that constantly and mysteriously become ex-friends, you can be pretty sure that the person in question is a shitty person. Granted, there are people that have had bad luck with friends or just prefer to be alone, but that is usually not the case. So pretty ( Read more... )

It kind of creeps me out when people think that really mediocre stuff is amazing. It happens with sex a lot of the time, and sometimes with people or "connections" too. It almost makes me feel like someone is fucking with me, like it's all a big joke that I'm playing along with. It just kind of makes me wonder how bad it can possibly get. How bad ( Read more... )