A good quote'Be nice to nerds; chances are, you'll be working for one someday.'A good quote7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Confessions of a Transgender WomanAs a transgender woman, the number one question I get asked is why. Why would I want to subject myself to body/mood altering drugs and undergo surgery to change my appearance? Couldn’t I just try and get used to the body I inhabit? Or maybe I’m told that the body is sacred and that I should be happy with the hand I was dealt. And worst of all, I get told that all I’ll be accomplishing is “mutilating my genitals to get a half-assed result”. After all, I won’t ever REALLY be a woman, right?Confessions of a Transgender Woman2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Well, I’m here to tell you all today why I’ve decided to go through with my decision, and hopefully you will better understand what it’s like to be a transgender woman.
The first signs were not so obvious then, but they are today. I was raised in a religious household and lived a largely sheltered existence. Hell, I didn’t even know the word “vagina” until I first learned about it in 8th grade health class. But the earliest signs
Coming outDear Uncle B, Aunt S, and Uncle L,Coming out2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I want to say this because I'm feeling brave tonight, although I might decide against it before I send it. We'll see. I am afraid of saying this out loud, I'm afraid of what you will think of me, and I'm afraid of admitting this even to myself. But I've been trying to find words for this my entire life, and now I think maybe it is time for me to try to be honest.
I see myself as a man. My body is female but my mind and personality tell me I am a man. And since my mind and personality are what make me ME, I think I am a man.
I don't mean that I fit a personality stereotype of male-ness. I really don't. In fact, I've gotten more and more comfortable with my "feminine" side ever since I started identifying as a lesbian. I'm far from being a manly-man. I wish I were, so that maybe people would take me more seriously and see the male side of me. But I'm not. That's not me.
But I've always as
afraid_2You said I was a rose.afraid_21 year ago in Emotional More Like This
sweet. you said.
Like my memories can be brought out into the light.
Like I'm not suffering from a touch, or a broken heart.
Like my issues have multiple selves, and therefore lie dormant within me.
We can't talk. I said once.
Isn't it frightening?
To be open. Unashamed and unafraid?
But I suppose that in itself would be frightening.
How are we not afraid? Is it to mask our ever-present anxiety?
Just take another pill and you'll be fine..
It was routine they said. So I took it. With a smile. You wouldn't think there was anything going on beneath it.
I guess I'm a liar in a sense. Not knowing the truth. Or knowing multiple truths, with layers. Like an ice cream cone.
Don't impress anyone. There's no need..
They say these walls will be my home for four more years.
It's only school.. Then we're on our own. But they pass so quickly.
My brain speaks faster than my mouth. So I cannot speak of it.
Just a guy. With mental issues and
question3question34 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What happens when we die do we see the "light" or is it the dark that we see? Or are we reincarnated into a new?
Find The NamesDid I ever tell you the tale of the experiences I’ve had on the Internet? Since well before I knew about Watchmojo, Ken Ham or Rotten Tomatoes, I have been entranced by the variety and brilliance of the videos, articles, and communicative services I have found in dozens of dazzling websites.Find The Names1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is Wikipedia, a massive encyclopedia compiling and endless array of knowledge on limitless subjects. The easy-to-read articles provide in-depth information on everything from brown bears to the Caspian Sea to the ultimate fate of the universe. Anytime I have been seeking basic knowledge, I have been entertained and intrigued by the oddities of the Earth we live upon.
But higher up on the list is the esoteric Creepypasta Wiki, a complex site that hosts frightening short stories about sinister entities, mysterious locations, and bloody conclusions. It has a welcoming, familiar community behind the black layout. Here, you must be able to tolerate the strict rules, or else you will be verba
completeif the world were ever smaller, then perhaps we would see.complete2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The way your heart beats slowly, when the arm extends from the deeper darkness within..
We all have it. Where something went wrong. But we pretend it didn't..
Can we pretend again?
Would you let me in? Can you trust me? Do I trust you?
Just let me know. Before the bed. Before the first kiss. First touch. First look. First glance..
What is it about you that sticks in my mind?
Why can't I look at the clock and remember the time I first saw you?
I wanted to. But I was slipped away in the crossfire between emotion and pain.
I dare not show a side to you that would expose what I really felt. Who I really am.
It would be too soon for that.
Shall we skip then to the wedding night.
One night. A moment of passion.
Just remember. Make a memory. Something sweet. Something I can keep inside my heart.
Something different. Magical. Our own little perfect place within each other that we're not afraid to share.
So say you tell your friends. I
Love Is Really Just StalkingIf you really care about someone and they say that you don't really know how they are when you're not looking, should you pay attention to them more? Or is it a warning that you should stay away from them?Love Is Really Just Stalking5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Then if you do try to see how they are, at what point does curious watching turn into stalking? But if paying attention to someone is stalking, then isn't having friends and paying attention to their lives stalking too?
Should you ever care about someone who you don't really know anyways? Because how can you care about a stranger? You don't.
So is love at first sight just really strong pheromones and sexual/physical attraction? Or is it really the ability to care about a stranger without knowing them?
Because if you do become that person's partner/lover/boyfriend/girlfriend/bestfriend, you begin to watch them and pay attention to how they act, to see how they are. So isn't that stalking? Therefore, is love and dating just socially acceptable and mutual stalking?
And is it only called
Love and Rescue - Final ChapterLove and Rescue - Final Chapter3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ratchet felt something warm and wet touch his right arm he went to look at it to find it was a red and slightly rolling down his arm, was it blood? If it was who’s was it? He quickly gazed upon the white Lombax noticing how heavy she was breathing, it wasn’t through pain but shock or perhaps fear. Ratchet couldn’t see her face as she was her back was facing him, but he could see her hands. She held them out and gazed without a word they were just as red as his right arm was, the yellow Lombax gazed over to Elfene something pierced through his chest Ratchet had found the source of the blood.
Crystal was standing very still and her gaze was focusing on the weapon pierced through Elfene’s chest, her body was shaking and her breathing remained heavy. “Even in death...” Ratchet looked over the leader’s shoulders finding someone in a cloak as he heard his voice. “...a father continues to protect his family.” The yellow Lombax’s eyes
StringsLet me unravel you,Strings3 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
See the strings drop to the floor,
For you are free to be with the girl in the pink tutu,
Free to explore.
You can move your feet,
So dance with me,
This is how I dreamed to be...
Happy, don't you see?
Kiss me once, kiss me twice,
Sweet like honey, warm and nice,
Make me smile, stay a while,
Let the feeling last for miles and miles.
You drove with me, and we soared,
Free to be, free to explore,
I caught your gaze under your winking eye,
Little did I know,
You would soon make me cry.
Burning eyes, surging hate,
Screaming voice from my mate,
Aimed at me, a dagger in the heart,
You struck me once,
And that was only the start.
Racing tears down my cheeks,
Fear growing in large, blooming heaps,
Every word you dug,
You cut into my heart,
Every time you dug,
You tore me apart.
God help me, the man I love
Has turned into a man I fear.
I need to get out of here.
But God, the strings that he dropped to the floor
Have wrapped themselves around my feet,
and I can't dance,
A typical nightly routineThat helpless feeling when I'm lonely.A typical nightly routine3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This kind of dreams... If there is any kind of dream that I've been used to appreciate fully, it is this one, where the world feels so real, where each touch feels like it is encountering the nerves of your skin, the atmosphere around you smells like the air that is filling the place, and you know how cool or warm it is... You can seize each second between your fingers, count them if you want. And you can breathe the dream as if it was another world in which your mind was taken to.This kind of dreams...3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This kind... where your body is not. But as if it was. It felt as if, anyway...
*A few years ago*
Here I am now, in this room that is surrounding me; it is so empty. I can see and touch the wooden walls, and caress them with my fingertips... Those are the same walls that were welcoming me as a child for years; they were the witnesses of a few episodes of my life back at the time, there. There is nothing around me; but now, just this room... and I.
It feels like I'm going a few steps back in the past, as if I had th
Love And CrueltyIn this world, the love between two people is like a delicate, beautiful, and exceedingly rare flower.Love And Cruelty3 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
You and I had a flower, it grew in a little invisible garden that lay between us. We were its guardians, a pair of caretakers, and without the fierce protection of both parents it would be doomed to die - something we both knew innately.
When we were together in our garden you cared for that flower, you demonstrated how much you cared for it with ostentatious gestures and secret smiles. But in the nights you stole into our garden while I was sleeping and plucked its petals one by one. You damned it to death, and all the while knew that I was none the wiser.
You knew a day would come when I would attend that flower and see that the first petal was missing, that somehow it had been removed, severed from its body. I would ask you how it could possibly have happened – you were the only other person that could enter our secret garden, the only other person with a key. But
DepressionScreaming at the top of my lungsDepression3 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
My face draws a sick smile
You said it best, no one knows why
No one can ever hear your pain
You just have to keep screaming
Hoping one day you'll make a sound
More than the laugh I give my kids
Or the smile I show my family
Dying inside, falling apart
I need you to see my scars, hide the gun
Haven't you wondered why I like the feel
Of that 9mil as I pull the trigger
Picturing my head on the bulls eye
I always was a sharp shooter
Thinking I played the game well for a lady
Walking with my head high, lips blood red
Wishing the scars I cover with make up
Would open again and drown me in blood
Haven't you wondered why I stare at the knives
Volunteer to clean the blades when there was no food
I'm playing with fire, sharpening knives to dull the pain
One clean cut makes the weight lift
I am so scared of becoming another statistic
Or looking for answers at the bottom of a bottle
Having to spend every day making up reasons why
I don't want that drink, I wish yo
Fun Fact #59Toast will always land on the heavier side when dropped.Fun Fact #593 weeks ago in Editorial More Like This
wow, just wow...-_-http://t12.deviantart.net/u2saJdtd0iswm4HMSBRMQrrpw-k=/fit-in/150x150/filters:no_upscale()rigin()/pre15/4bcd/th/pre/i/2015/177/8/1/love_wins__at_what_cost__by_anscathmarcach-d8ywl5s.png In order for someone to win, they have to defeat something. Today, many people of the LGBT movement have claimed this as a victory over Christianity. They have been no less vocal about their clear joy at the opportunity to say a collective "Fuck you" to Christians. Many even resort to violence and the rest condone it. I've left many friends today who believe this way.wow, just wow...-_-3 weeks ago in Philosophical More Like This
Now, I personally haven't cared so much about the issue of Gay Marriage itself. I think it's wrong personally, but I think the government should get out of marriage entirely. I honestly don't TRUST the government with marriage, because they WILL overstep their boundaries, which is why I made this image in the first place. People claim that "They just want to be happy" and "Gay marriage isn't going to affect YOU at all
The Gold RushCharlie Chaplin can be argued as one of the greatest comedic geniuses of all time. By using silent comedy through expressions along with physical emotions, Chaplin made a name for himself by creating some of the greatest movies ever made. And there is no better example of Chaplin's comedy than his 1925 masterpiece “The Gold Rush”, a wonderful little movie that not blends both comedy and drama very well, but still holds up to this day. Even after almost 90 years since its release, the movie still gets a good laugh out of audiences who watch it. “The Gold Rush” is a glorified masterpiece in comedy that more than delivers the distinct and unique style that Charlie Chaplin was known for.The Gold Rush3 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The story involves a lone prospector (Chaplin) going out into the wilderness of Alaska during its infamous gold rush. While trying to find great success, the prospector meets up with Big Jim McKay (Mack Swain), another prospector in the hopes of getting rich quickly. The lone prospe
A Soldier Unfit for ServiceHe says he loves his Commander, will talk all day about how worthy his Commander is to be obeyed, but when his Commander says “march” he never does. “Sir” the soldier whimpers “I pray thee have me excused” followed by excuses in abundance of how his legs are unfit to march. When really the soldier is thinking “no one else around me is marching. What are people going to think if I just start marching out of nowhere? They’ll think I’ve lost my mind! They’ll send me to the insane asylum. They’ll kick me out of the synagogue.” Okay, so maybe the soldier wouldn’t think the last point but he would if he was a Jew during the time Jesus walked the earth. The point is his Commander has made it very clear that “those who love Me will obey my commandments” and the soldier’s hesitance in regards to obedience has proven his love to be a farce. “If you love Me” says His commander “march.A Soldier Unfit for Service3 weeks ago in Philosophical More Like This
UntitledWhen I ask you for feedback on my artUntitled1 month ago in Philosophical More Like This
I don't want to know how you would have done it
Frankly, I don't care, unless you're going to do it yourself
In which case, your feedback would consist of only your creation
The feedback I'm interested in
Is how I could have done my art
Which is different from how you would do it
Try to see from my perspective
If you can see me in the art, then talk
Tell me what parts of me I'm not showing yet
Because my art is about me, and not you
Don't tell me what parts of you I'm not showing
It is a rare ability to perceive in art
Who someone else is, what they are seeing
What they are still afraid to show
And give them the courage to be themselves fully
Pro-Life QuotesQuotes about life and humanityPro-Life Quotes1 month ago in Editorial More Like This
“Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.” ~ J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. ~ J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
In 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important. ~ The Doctor
Judge me by my size, do you? Size matters not. ~ Yoda
A person's a person, no matter how small. ~ Dr. Seuss, Horton Hears a Who
If our right to live depends on how anyone feels about us, then none of us are on a firm foundation. ~ Scott Klusendorf
If the unborn is not a human person, no justification for abortion is necessary. However, if the unborn is a human person, no justification for abortion is adequate. ~ Gregory P. Koukl
Quotes about law, morality, and progress
I'm addicted, and I'm having too much fun to stop.Hooked on video games, and the Internet in general. I know I have a problem, I know that I 'should' try to stop or cut back.I'm addicted, and I'm having too much fun to stop.1 month ago in Philosophical More Like This
Yet, I don't 'want' to stop. I'm well aware that I'm taking this habit to unhealthy levels, but I stopped caring some time ago. I'm actually having fun with this.
An alcoholic destroys their liver. A smoker destroys their lungs. A heroine addict destroys their brain.
But me, a video game addict? The only thing I'm destroying is my 'social life', which I never had much of to begin with. In essence, nothing of much value was lost.
And I'm actually enjoying myself with this. I've gotten infinitely more articulate through typing over the Internet, and I've expanded my English vocabulary immensely. Through this addiction, I've gained so much compared to what I was before I truly indulged in this habit.
So my social life suffers for this habit, big freaking deal. So I'm missing out on what the world offers, I know all of that.
And I don't care.
I am addic