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
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 standing1 year 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
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 yourself9 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
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
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 God10 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
My Thoughts on TFD and 7DMy Thoughts on TFD and 7D1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'm giving my thoughts on two fairy-tale based cartoons I came across: The Hub's Teenage Fairytale Dropouts and Disney's The 7D
Teenage Fairytale Dropouts
One word: Meh.
The 7D, however, looks like it's a really fun show.
It's about Snow White's Seven Dwarves (Doc, Happy, Grumpy, Sneezy, Dopey, Bashful and Sleepy), who now live near a kingdom called Jollywood, ruled by the kindhearted (but a bit ditzy) Queen Delightful. When Jollywood is under attack by a couple of evil wizards: Hildy and Grim Gloom, Queen Delightful just rings a bell, and the 7D arrive to save the day.
It's from writers who previously worked on such shows as Animaniacs, Tiny Toon Adventures and Codename: Kids Next Door, and the voice cast is great too. They have:
- Bill Farmer (Goofy)
- Billy West (Fry, Stimpy, Ren, Farnsworth, Zoidberg)
- Maurice LaMarche (The Brain, Egon Spengler, Chief Burns)
- Kevin Michael Richardson (Cleveland Jr, Shredder, Kilowog, TFP Bulkhead)
- Scott Menville (Robin)
- Dee Bradley Ba
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 -64-4 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
abolish death penaltyabolish death penalty3 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
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
Small OC Bio'sMina, A year younger than Naruto.Small OC Bio's7 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.
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
WINNING HANDWINNING HAND3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wolf was huge. He stood at the top of the mountain and he seemed like he was howling but no sound came out of his mouth. Instead he produced a powerful wind.
There was no wonder in this. The wolf was the Master of the Dream Winds.
The leaves of the trees were swept by the wind and they whirled around as though dancing at the rhythm of an eerie music. They were no ordinary leaves either; they were cards out of a weird deck. A mysterious hand appeared out of nowhere and it picked the dancing cards at random. Various combinations appeared, but they did not remain in the mind. They were all suppressed when he woke up -all of them apart from the last one.
Jack the Gambler was staring at the cards in his hand in amazement. Presently he was not dreaming. He was playing at a real game and he was holding a genuine royal flush.
Jack did his best not to give up his joy by any inappropriate facial expression; he was a professional player, he could not afford such things.
In his head, he secret
toleranceIt is often said that tolerance is necessary in a free and democratic society, but there is considerable debate about what tolerance is. One standard is that tolerance means putting up with others and respecting their basic rights. Others regard this as insufficient, and consider almost any expression of negative attitudes on the basis of factors such as race or religion to be intolerant. The focus of this essay is religious tolerance. This is the form of tolerance that was most significant to the founders of the United States. It will become clear, however, that religious tolerance is not as special a case as it may at first seem.tolerance4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Religious tolerance cannot reasonably be rooted in a belief that all religions are equally correct, or that religious beliefs are somehow above criticism. In fact, it is impossible to offer meaningful commentary without suggesting that at least some religions are wrong on at least some things. Clearly, those who advocate for gay rights are not intolerant sim
Death Penalty"Who's a bigger influence: The president? Or Marilyn Manson?"Death Penalty12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What gives a government the rights to murder a human being? Rape, murder or some other serious criminal act are today accepted reasons. In most cases, death penalty is not the right solution. Treatment is always an alternative. 280 million Americans have the right to carry an
Uzi, a smallsize machinegun. Every year, an average of 12000 people are murdered by handguns in the States, and many of the gunmen are sentenced to death. Does this make sense? To practically give weapons to the citizens, sell ammunition at grocery stores, let them murder eachother, murder the murderer, and start over again?
Not only is a sentence to death morally sick, but many people also find it too merciful upon the accused. They would rather see him spend the rest of his days in a cage, than being released from it all with an easy, painless injection.
It is often said that the state set an example for its citizens. Encouraging murder sounds very cl
The AddictionThere was once a woman named Terra. She was a dedicated mother, who provided her children with everything they would ever need: food, shelter, medicineThe Addiction5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But as all children do, they rebelledviolently. They hacked off her gorgeous hair, left gashes in her beautiful skin, and covered her in rancid trash
And still, she loved and provided for them.
Then one day, they found their drug.
It was black, sludgy, sticky, poisonous, yet they treasured it. Becoming addicted, they breathed it, burned it, adored it. They'd pay any cost, whether it be loss of life, harming themselves, or slowly killing their mother.
Over the years, Terra became feverish from exposure to the drugs, she could no longer provide as well for her children as they fought over the addictive substance amongst themselves.
One of her children apparently became worried about her health.
"Mother? Are you okay?"
"Yes," came the pained reply, "I am well."
But the worried child, after some extensive examinatio
Baltimore riots unfortunate but not surprisingOn Monday, a funeral was held in Baltimore for Freddie Gray, a 25-year-old black man who died in police custody under mysterious circumstances. Later that day, there about 100 mostly young men rioted, looting and burning several businesses in the city. Few will defend the rioting, which damaged some already strained neighborhoods. Much of downtown Baltimore was already in economic trouble, with widespread unemployment and a substantial homeless population. The rioting has already left some people newly homeless, and will probably have the same effect on some of those whose workplaces were damaged or destroyed.Baltimore riots unfortunate but not surprising4 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Though the rioters expressed their anger in the wrong way, their anger was justified. I have lived in the area in total for more than half of my life, and am well aware of the problems. Baltimore has a high crime rate ad a high rate of poverty. Some parts of the city are quite well off, but a large portion of the city is poor and the overall crime rate in the city is pretty high
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. 11 year 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
Fionna meets Marshall Lee part 17 -2 days before the wedding-Fionna meets Marshall Lee part 173 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
A sign of hope in the chaos..A sign of hope in the chaos..4 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
This is a good mother, she loves her son and refuses to let him follow a path to his own destruction! Im thankful a life was saved last night, my prayer was answered that if any can be turned away from this please save them from this evil path. A mother came out and snatched up her child, and now he has a chance to avoid becoming another Michael Brown. If your hearts have mercy, pray for these people engaged in this activity, that they may yet repent from a life of destruction and evil.
THE DEATH PENALTY Death Penalty: Justice or Revenge?THE DEATH PENALTY7 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
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