I dig you baby

Thu, 25 Aug 2005 05:42:35 GMT

New journal, comment here or there if you want to be added.

Mon, 22 Aug 2005 23:37:36 GMT

MY BUTT IS BIG
And round like the letter C
And ten thousand lunges
Have made it rounder
Not smaller
And that's just fine.
It's a space heater
For my side of the bed
It's my ambassador
To those who walk behind me
It's a border collie
That herds skinny women
Away from the best deals
At clothing sales.
My butt is big
And that's just fine
And those who might scorn it
Are invited to kiss it.

Nike ad, but I love it.

Sun, 14 Aug 2005 20:12:58 GMT

Eh, working on a layout

Tue, 09 Aug 2005 01:07:40 GMT

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 02:58:45 GMT

I didn't write this, but I wish I did.

Something to think about
If we could shrink the world's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following. There would be:

57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
8 Africans
52 would be female, 48 would be male
70 would be non-white, 30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian, 30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual, 11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would be from the United States.
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education
1 would own a computer

When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for both acceptance, understanding, and education becomes glaringly apparent.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the lonliness of imprisonment, the agony of tortue, or the pangs of starvation...you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death...you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep...you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace...you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still alive and married...you are very rare, even in the United States and Canada

If you can read this, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.

It hits you hard, or at least it should.

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 04:06:19 GMT

Everyone else has an infatuation with "rubber duckies" lately. Pajama pants, singing, etc. Sure, your duck is cute, makes nice noises when you squeeze him/her, and smiles at you when you're taking a bubble bath with it. My duck is better. My devil duck.

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 04:46:00 GMT

you were walking down the road
face to the sidewalk
hands to the sky
didn't notice the only passerby
cannot break the concetration
the only thing that's certain
are the sidewalk lines.

tell me you'll forget me
so I can walk away
tell me you don't need me anymore
or I'm gonna have to stay.

did anyone ever tell you
not to believe everything you see
the world is just a magic trick
sent to you, to deceive.
keep your head to the ground
focus on the sidewalk lines
the world's a magic trick
sometimes constants lie

tell me you'll forget me
so I can walk away
tell me you don't need me anymore
or I'm gonna have to stay.

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 03:07:29 GMT

Is this yesterday on replay
Or was it a new sun at dawn
Tell me it's a new day
That I haven't lived this one before
I'm not interested in the fast track
But you'll never catch me looking back
So give me hope to linger on
For "hope is a waking dream"
Or so says Aristotle
But what does he know about my dreams
I'm not interested in the fast track
But you won't ever catch me looking back
Tell me tales of tomorrow
Save your history for a class
Keep all your sorrows to yourself
Bury them deep down in your past
'Cause I ain't never lookin' back

It wasn't my choice. I swear. It was just....the result of a lack of other options.

Wed, 13 Jul 2005 06:56:36 GMT

I know I had something to say, but I forgot. I guess you just have to deal, haha.

V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 01:02:54 GMT

I'm leaving for my cruise tomorrow!! I'll be gone until the 10th, but if you really need to get in touch with me...you can't, sorry, haha. I'll update with pictures when I come home.. maybe.

Wed, 29 Jun 2005 03:23:17 GMT

I made my journal "friends only." Add me first, and you can be my friend..