[Was originally planned to be recorded as a video and posted onto Facebook. Have since scrapped the idea and will most likely jus make a fool of myself instead ( Read more... )

Malebogo called me this afternoon when Abbey and I were getting ready to say bye (me on my way home and he on his way to a test). I didn't recognize the number or her voice, but she introduced herself and then got down to business ( Read more... )

So I'm still reading Beyrer's War in the Blood, and found myself rather abruptly surprised when he mentioned that Our Bodies Ourselves - a fantastic book - has not been translated into Punjabi (page 120).

When I read Beyrer's observation, I had several reactions. First of all, I thought, "Isn't Punjabi, like, a major language?" Secondly, I thought ( Read more... )

She sat down beneath a tall, ancient tree whose dark foliage hid heavy, globular fruits, and hung her head. Tears rolled down her face and dripped from her nose as she sank into the realization that she would never see home again ( Read more... )

Right now I'm reading War in the Blood: Sex, Politics and AIDS in Southeast Asia, by Chris Beyrer (1998). I saw it on Billy's bookshelf and asked if I could borrow it. When I didn't have internet access this morning (UB's server was down, or something), I just read the book and munched on the raisin granola I have here.

I was captured by Beyrer's ( Read more... )

        Friday afternoon I was sitting in my office, contemplating the unsavory thought of going home alone to an empty house. As I packed up my backpack and Abbey and Bradley bickered, I tried to think of how I might avoid that isolated fate. I turned and asked Bradley if he wanted to go out, and he laughed and said sorry, no, that he needed to be ( Read more... )

I can feel the proteins in my body wailing as they are relentlessly twisted into prions ( Read more... )

"Love is just like the fragrance of a flower. It does not create a relationship, it does not ask you to be a certain way, to behave a certain way, to act in a certain way. It demands nothing. It simply shares."  - Kerry Wekelo (I think ( Read more... )

was to be with myself.

And even this doesn't count because the miracle of modern television is that programs are broadcast 24/7, 365.

Even with the brain-numbing damage of TV, though, all kinds of questions manage to bubble up. Through the thick muck that my awareness has been reduced to, painful questions like the following make themselves apparent ( Read more... )

The last few weeks I've been struggling with my dominant identity. I always knew that I was not completely submissive nor completely dominant, but that was about as much thought as I had given the matter. And then I met someone who wanted to be owned by me. After getting over the initial flattery, the nitty-gritty of being in-charge of someone else ( Read more... )