Bridget and Emily on HomophobiaEMILY:Bridget and Emily on Homophobia3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
My mom found out you're a lesbian. She forbid me from going to San Fran for college with you. I chewed her ass. I can go again now. She got all high and mighty and lectured me about how she'll "not have me become a lesbian" and blah blah blah.
I hate this place so much, Bridget. Don't worry, I defended you with my life. I'm proud to call you my friend. She can't take that from me.
Emily, that means more to me than you will ever know.
What irks me is that some of my friend's parents feel that because I like girls, it means that I'm some kind of creep out to turn all her female friends, which isn't true in the slightest. The same thinking could be used in reverse; A lot of my friends are straight, both males and females. That doesn't mean that me spending time with them is going to make me heterosexual.
Thank you so much. I really hope I get to see you soon... I love and miss you so much, Thank you for defending me.
It's what I had to do. You'r
Religious Fundamentalism: Anti-IntellectualismIn the past, I wrote about religious censorship and the indoctrination of children, but now I hope to blend these two topics together to talk about a more endearing problem that I regularly see in the [religious] Fundamentalist community, and that’s the problem with anti-intellectualism. This isn’t to challenge the dogmas of the various religious beliefs (despite the fact that their claims being false are rather self-evident), but this is intended to discuss the attempt of religious Fundamentalists to censor the learning atmosphere of youth in public education, as well as pointing out the folly of promoting anti-intellectualism in the first place.Religious Fundamentalism: Anti-Intellectualism5 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
This is truly the backbone of Fundamentalism; In regards to religious attitudes, Fundamentalism can be described as a late 19th and early 20th century movement which was mostly defined by a literal interpretation of the Bible’s dogma, thus advocating Biblical inerrancy. In other words, if the Bible says A, and reality (evide
I am Native AmericanI am Native American5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Poem: In the beginning i was here,
Long before the white man and his diseases, his religions, and his warlike ways.
I lived upon the land for countless moons in harmony with the Great Spirit,
Honoring all life around me.
In this land called Kan-tu-kee, the great meadow, the dark bloody ground,
I was known as Shawnee, Cherokee, Iroquois, Creek....
I AM NATIVE AMERICAN.
Rayne was good friends with the chief's daughter. She had no parents so the chief took her in as his won daughter. Rayne and the chief's daughter, Skye, always played
CrossroadsAuthor's note: This story is set in a world just sideways of our own, where the heroes of American legends are real. But then again, so are the villains.Crossroads3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I say," said the tall, black man with the perfect smile. "I say, come along over here and sit a spell. You look plum tuckered out." And he played a little arpeggio on his guitar, which he held like it was a woman he loved.
It was dusk then and the sky was fading from its cotton candy dream color into a deep lavender, dark and low on the horizon like a lady singing blues, and Ted Swanson the securities salesman was grateful to sit down. He took a seat beside that old black man, right in front of the diner, and he loosened his tie. It was a lot damn hotter down south than he'd expected, and a lot lonelier too.
"Where am I?" asked Ted Swanson.
"You in Mississippi, boy."
"Yeah, I know. What town I mean?"
"Not that it rightly matters but you at Route 8, Halfway Diner, next to the Plantation. Ain't got no town name, but that's where
Kids of the 90'sYou know your a child of the 90's:Kids of the 90's5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you know what the powers of Earth, Fire, Wind, Water and Heart combine to make.
You confuse kids sometimes with words like "Psyche" and "Gnarly."
You remember when it was worth it to get up early and watch cartoons.
You remember reading "Goosebumps."
You pondered why smurfette was the only female smurf.
And why the other smurfs were so effeminate.
You knew Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the Green ranger, were meant to be together.
You know all the words and claps to "Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack..." even if you are a guy.
You know what a Video Cassette and VCR are.
You know how to use a CD player.
You remember when CD players weren't held together by sticky tape and a prayer.
You used to pretend to be a MIGHTY MORPHIN' POWER RANGER *dramatic pose*
You used to pretend to be a Pokemon Trainer and/or various pokemon.
You thought it would be awesome to be Alex Mack.
Hearing the Macarena now either bores you to tears, compells you to dance, or ma
What I Learned at SRU -64-What I Learned at SRU -64-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N:If you think you might be interested in giving me some commission work, please feel free to e-mail me at that address or send me a message through this website with what you have in mind. I am incredibly grateful for all of the support you guys have given my work across multiple websites and wrote a journal about that here:
I'm just not sure what I can be doing to help myself out of this whole situation, but felt that it couldn't hurt to ask.
With that business out of the way, I hope you all enjoy this heavy chapter - I put a lot of myself into it and it's probably the chapter I have combed over and tweaked the most so far (something I actually don't do a lot). It's one of the most important chapters in the whole story.
What I Learned at SRU
Chapter 64 - Collide
- Monday, February 21st, 2011 -
Jane sighed as she set the prepared wrap on a plate, dropped a pickle spear
on begging to be yourselfI don't want to die. I've never wanted to die, not even when I curled into an apostrophe and muttered the half-wish to the walls of my flesh.on begging to be yourself3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
All I've ever wanted is a word. I want a word for the ache between my xylophone ribs that doesn't make my loved ones shudder with misinterpretation and distrust of my volatile heart; I want a word to encompass the missing parts that I cannot remember the names of; I want a word that will explain to people that it's okay that I'm not whole, because not-whole doesn't always equate to being broken.
I can tell you that my heart aches the way a blade of grass bends in a summer storm, my skin feels like drying watercolours on pavement and I can feel the highway of my veins inside my flesh, but I can't tell you that I have the word I need. I don't have it, but my knees are puckered from prayer that someone out there does and that one day they'll press poetry into my ears and share it with me like a secret.
I don't want to die. All I want is to be allowe
I am standingIt's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.I am standing7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress can shatter you like roots in concrete. Maybe I'm growing. But I don't even know if I'm bored. I feel like a lot of different people, or a lot of aspects of different people, all trying to learn how to stand one another.
It's been days since I wanted to break out of my body. I'm watching the sunrise from the wrong side, but I did sleep. I'm not curlin
abolish death penaltyabolish death penalty2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Death penalty should be abolished
Death is a black camel which kneels at everyman's gate.It is so arbitrary that it violates the eight amendments prohibition against cruel and unusual punishments.If a person is guilty,only with an itty-bitty inspection,one is ordered a death penalty.Mostly files are dusted after the blameless leaves this living world.A wrong notion is all in our minds that one gets the boon for one's deed,if bad then one should be penalised,but punishing doesnt mean to slaughter the one who can improve or who wants to improve.
-'Better to flee from death than to feel its grip.'
"Do we kill people who kill people because killing people is wrong"?
There is development of wrong concepts and ideas which takes place due to the practise of 'getting used to'.we have to execute justice and not people.
Most supporters of death penalty believe that its fair as a mean of retribution,to preclude the act of re-offending,to avenge someone's death or just because it's cost
CapoeiraCapoeira12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The floor is bare and dusty, hastily swept to clear only the largest of debris. The high ceiling that once arched neatly in the middle now sags between wooden ribs. Although one can imagine it caving in as soon as it gets tired enough, the high ceiling will serve to circulate fresh air to the fanatics who will soon congregate below. Only their energy, harnessed in the form of a fiery, graceful martial art, can transform this old gym. The vehemence of capoeira can impart life and power to whatever it touches. In the meantime, the room sleeps, unused and indifferent.
Then they come, people of diverse shapes and sizes and colours, and all that dull stillness changes. The capoeira class falls into the pattern of warm up movements. The gritty floor scrapes against their calloused feet. After an hour of arduous practice, some stretch, some gulp their water desperately, and some apply athlete's tape to their blistered feet.
The capoeiristas gather, tired but enthusiastic, at one end of the ro
The Logic Behind GodHow many days are there in a year? 365 1/4. How many hours in a day? 24. It always takes 24 hours for the earth to spin around once. It always takes 365 1/4 days for it to rotate around the sun. The way it wobbles makes winter always follow fall always follow summer always follow spring. We have the concept of logic based largely on math, though we don't notice the math involved. There are countless patterns in the universe and the fact that even in things constant change they stay constant and predictable. This logic leads me to the ultimate point in that God must have created everything. Things born of chaos and explosions would not work in a mathematical and scientific precision.The Logic Behind God9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Let's take a look at the periodic table shall we? Your chemistry books are basically in instruction manual to this simple chart. If you knew how to use it you could read all the information in the book right off the chart. Ev
Order is Pure: Pt. 1The world falls, the dark serpent releases the venom and sin upon this earth, created a dry blight that poisons the earth like a ripe fruit contaminated with the touch of human sin, humanity, once the greatest creation life could have ever made, watches as their lives become corrupted by evils of their own choices; No control, no hope, no order, and no rules. This is considered life, one could consider it purgatory. Heaps of ash create a grey dessert, stretching all around this "Eru-ca"…a white universe surrounded by a circular white wall, centered in the Pacific Ocean, a blank beacon that stays centered between what used to be the U.S. and Europe. When the Sun is in the sky it's a blinding thing to see, a massive bubble that floats above water.Order is Pure: Pt. 19 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the night thickens, the darkness envelops the white world, neon signs and television monitors are the only objects illuminating this artificial world. The neon streets making trails down the roads filled with vehicles s
FrenchAmerica: Quebec EnglishHow should you supposed to feel when, all you whole holy life, you were rejected, imprisoned, beated, tortured, raped...? I'm TOTALLY angry!FrenchAmerica: Quebec English5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ok. First, my biological mother....her name's France... She's a...Well, I won't say it here. My mother wasn't even interrested at me, right at the beginning. She had other concerns, I guess. But I remember her! Oh yes! I remember exactly what she was! She thought that she was strong, yet she had lost her cause in court against a guy who used to played poker with her. She own nothing anymore, but my siblings and me, so she had to sell most of her kids to that English bastard! And I was one of them!
I still remember... She begged me to leave. She completely didn't care about me. Everything she wanted was to get rid of me. You just had to think about it before having kids, whore! How could you abandon your damn children to a man like him?!
On the top of that, this guy was a pedophile and a sadist! When I went to his damn house, I thought I was in a f
My Suicide Note This is my suicide note.My Suicide Note7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
A tale, if it could be called that, of a lonely girl.
My tale. My
Small OC Bio'sMina, A year younger than Naruto.Small OC Bio's6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hair: brown Eyes: green.
She is far-sighted, so practically blind with up close objects.
Likes: helping people, ice-cream, and Kiba.
Dislikes: but still loves, her parents, and can't help but want to please them.
She hates sour, bland and extrememly spicy, tasting food and drink.
Nanami, Same age group as Naruto.
Hair: Black Eyes: Hazel
Likes: a good fight, powerful men (almost to the point of erotic obbsession), SHe loves spicy food.
Dislikes: stupidly weak people, morons, Bland food and has arachniphobia (which she doesn't tell people.)
Sadako. Two years older than Naruto
Hair: Short and Black. Eyes: Blue
Likes: to tease Yori, fish, a good book. (and secretly likes Yori)
Dislikes: Yori (suppossedly), men who treat her badly, meat (she's a vegetarian)
Hotaru Yamanaka, Same age as Iruka.
Hair: Blonde Eyes: blue
Likes: Noodles, a good book, adventure, cooking and doing things with Iruka.
Dislikes: Nuts, Cereal, popcorn, and bee's.
Fionna meets Marshall Lee part 17 -2 days before the wedding-Fionna meets Marshall Lee part 172 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cake rushed me into the house, Lumpy Space Princess was dancing on top of the table
waving around a "dress" (plastic bag from the squee-Z-mart), Flame Princess was
talking with Marceline, and Princess Bubblegum was talking with Wildberry princess.
When I entered everyone stopped what they were doing and came over to me-ya know,
the usual for a wedding, congratulating me on the marriage, saying how proud of me
they were, how excited they were.
But Flame Princess didn't know to much, I was happy she didn't go overboard, and
acted the same as Marcy by hugging me and congratulating me. (Although Marcy didn't
burn me when she has hugged me) But I was really happy that me and Flame Princess
got along. At first I didn't trust her so much, after what Gumball had told me what
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 1Warning for those who've just begun to read. This arc has been Dropped at part 14!Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bill, the only mental support Zoey still had since Francis and Louis had already passed away was dying before her, there being nothing she could do to help him.
"Bill! Hang in there!"
The teen yelled at him, trying to keep the man awake as she added pressure to his bloodied chest. His entire frame had been torn up in a hunter attack, both of them carrying only their minor weapons and nothing to fix him up with.
It all seemed surreal, fighting zombies had become a habit, but seeing her savior dying in front of her made the pain come back all at once.
The young girl widened her eyes, remembering that she had glanced towards a med-kit while trying to fight off the earlier horde. It all seemed surreal, fighting zombies had become a habit, but seeing her savior dying in front of her made the pain come back all at once.
"I need you to wait here for a bit, ok? I'll be right back."
She struggled to l
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 3Day 2Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zoey woke up late the other day, sleepishly looking around the room before she saw the witch infront of her, up close and nuzzling into her bosom.
The teen giggled quietly and placed her hand behind the witch's head, gently stroking the silky, white hair. It felt a bit weird to be nuzzled like that by a girl who looked rather mature, not to mention beautiful, who was also as tall as herself.
The witch quickly started purring like a very cute and very big cat as she clearly felt and liked the gentle stroking Zoey gave her.
Zoey felt the witch's arms relax and fall almost completely limp beside her.
The teen abrubtly stopped "petting" the witch as she noticed her long, beautiful eyelashes fluttering, eyes slowly revealing the bright, golden color.
"Oh, sorry. Did i wake you?" The witch would shake her head just lightly to answer Zoey's question.
How silly was it to be asking a witch a question? Much more take care of her?
Nuzzling back into Zoey's bosom like a child would to
THE DEATH PENALTY Death Penalty: Justice or Revenge?THE DEATH PENALTY6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The potential punishment for committing a capital offense within 38 states of the U.S. is the death penalty. In the remaining thirteen states, it is merely life imprisonment. One wonders how the majority of the world manages to survive without this form of retributive justice. The truth is that there is no justice in taking a life for a life. As David Bruck said in The Death Penalty, What really fuels the death penalty is the justifiable frustration and rage of people who see that the government is not coping with violent crime. So what if the death penalty doesnt work? At least it gives us the satisfaction of knowing that we got one or two of the sons of bitches. (485). Consequently, is the death penalt
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 6This will most likely be the continuing story for Witch x Zoey. There may be those who accept the fifth part as the full ending, and that's quite alright.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I made this chapter, and hopefully will make a few more for those who didn't think it was just quite enough~
P.S: I'll be brainstorming shorter chapters to keep me going~
Love ya' all~
Zoey suddenly perked her head straight up, it felt like she had just awoken from a long, silent dream. There she stood, in the same room as her very dear witch, both clad in two clean bathrobes Zoey had found in the bathroom earlier.
Zoey sat down on the bed, having dried her own hair a bit earlier, now padding the spot beside her, motioning for the cheerful witch to come sit down.
She was slightly surprised as her seemingly "tamed" witch named Angel would happily move towards her, but instead of sitting down where Zoey had motioned, she sat down directly on her lap with her own already warm thighs straddling her favorite human's lap
Witch X Zoey: Encounter Part 2[ Zoey's POV ]Witch X Zoey: Encounter Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
``A-...Are you really a witch?´´
Zoey asked the cheerful girl with claws, having no other explanation for her at that time.
The witch let out a short series of light nods, the long silver hair having almost completely fallen over her the pale girl's face. Deadly as she may be, Zoey had just received a very calming and relaxing kiss, actually wondering if she really was the only one who was blushing like mad.
``You seem to understand me... Can you talk?´´
Silvery hair lit up the room as the moonlight reflected from it, the witch having shaken her head from side to side in a negative answer, head stopping quite low, as if the fact made her depressed or lightly sad.
Zoey felt lightly disappointed, but it would actually had been weird if the witch could talk, only knowing the growl and snarls coming from every single infected she had encountered so far.
Slowly she tilted her head back, seeing her handgun right outside along with the bloodied jacket, short
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 10The day had actually progressed quite well even with the earlier "encounter". Zoey had actually found a deck of cards in one of the drawers, after having set the finally calmed witch down by the table and gotten on the opposite side, she shortly starting to deal the cards.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Due to her late father she knew quite a few card games and was pretty confident that Angel could learn about them too.
At first, Angel only stared at the cards blankly, confused even. Zoey actually having to come up with a good and "elegant..." way for the witch to hold them between her long clawed fingers. Soothingly she explained each and every card with a undying patience, really wanting Angel to relearn about human things. Maybe it would even bring her closer to becoming one?
They both had quite a lot of fun during Angel's learning, and nightfall could clearly be seen outside the apartment window as they had kept at it for quite some time, managing to play a few games and allow Angel to learn a bit of the rules o
Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 13Zoey couldn't remember when she last cried like that. She had to remain strong after the infection and never cried before that even. It felt... refreshing. After the little "session" she had, Zoey pulled back from the huntress and began tug piece after piece of clothing off from her. Stepping into the tub when only her sports clothes remained which she also bathed with Angel in. She nestled up against the still unknown huntress, having felt no sign of rejection she burrowed her face against the huntress's warm bosom, the remaining tears still trickling down her cheeks from her eyes.Witch x Zoey: Encounter Part 133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry..." Zoey apologized quietly to the kind huntress, looking up to her face with slightly reddened eyes, only to meet a soft smile on the huntress's soft-looking lips.
"You're very kind..." Zoey followed up with. Her hands slithering around the taller female's back as she felt the more clawed hands latch around herself. Holding each-other in a gentle embrace.
"I really misjudged you. At first i thou