Story of an Aromantic AsexualAs a child, I was often told about this wonderful thing called "love". And told that everyone "falls in love". If you didn't, something was wrong with you because being alone was worse than anything. But I actually liked the idea of being alone...Story of an Aromantic Asexual2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I told my mom that I didn't like boys and didn't ever want to get married. She just laughed and promised me that one day I would change my mind. Of course I didn't believe her- what child my age would?
Soon, I began middle school. It surprised me a little to hear people that I had known my entire life calling others "cute" or "hot". In truth, I had no idea what they meant. How could a person be cute? People began asking me who I liked. Still as confused as ever, I replied that I didn't like anyone. Which was okay with most people.
By time I got to high school, my parents began worrying about why I didn't like guys. They seemed to think something was wrong with me or that I was afraid to tell them that I liked someone. My mom went
Learning the Family BusinessCold wind blows across the mountains and the interstate, scattering the snowflakes like scared lambs. It cuts through my sheepskin coat and even my very pelt like an icy razor.Learning the Family Business2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Great way to start my first war.
My brother is out hunting our rivals' hired thugs and I get four hour long guard shifts in the motel parking lot, cold steel of the fifty caliber AK cradled in my arms. Icy black asphalt sends the cold right up my legs, my pawpads barely offering any defense. I walk back and forth, trying to get my blood moving. I'm skinny by werewolf standards, even if humans just see me as another hulking monster.
The thugs from New Denver must be absolutely freezing. We hunt wild game in the mountains, even through sleet and snow. We learn not to tolerate cold. When we're not doing typical lupine stuff, we're helping smugglers with their cargo – illegal guns, illicit liquor going into Lunar Knights' territory in Utah, stolen Old World tech, drugs
Fuck 911I remember watching the events of September 11 unfold live, and being very upset and disturbed by them. Even as a stupid teenager, I never liked the US foreign policy based on the very little that I knew and understood back then. However, I fully supported US bombing the shit out Afghanistan.Fuck 9112 years ago in Personal More Like This
Today, I saw the following image shared on Facebook by a friend, and it inspired me to write this post.
It's always important to see the big picture, and not miss the forest for the trees. Since 911 roughly, 100,000,000 people have died from hunger, which is a total of 30,000 911's in the last 11 years or over seven 911's per day. You tell me what is worse one: 911 in 11 years, or seven of them EVERY DAY.
But it's so mundane, and boring - right? Who cares about dirty little children dying in dirty little countries you can't even locate on the map. Almost nobody. This is not a rhetorical question, or speculation - it's a statement of fact. You don't really care, and I
Olympic sponsors - McDonalds and Coca-ColaIt's almost too easy of a rant going by the title, isn't it? Well, I'll go ahead and do it anyway. I think most people reading this would be surprised at the extent of the idiocy.Olympic sponsors - McDonalds and Coca-Cola2 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
We are going to completely ignore the horrendous nutritional content of the "Olympic" food, and focus on the calories instead. Let's have a look at the McD menu - http://nutrition.mcdonalds.com/getnutrition/nutritionfacts.pdf How about a Big Mac, large fries and coke, and a strawberry banana smoothie for dessert?
550 + 500 + 310 + 260 = 1620 Calories in one meal. This is already 80% of the daily norm for an average person. If this is one of your meals, you will be well over the limit after two more meals - whatever they are.
How many of the athletes would still be able to qualify for the Olympics if they ate exclusively the above mentioned crap consistently? Let's think about it. My guess would be somewhere between zero and a quarter. How many would win Olympic medals? I think none of them. They would be carr
[We were motivated by religion] - TsarnaevHave you ever heard a brutal criminal say "I was motivated by not believing in god to kill these people." Not really a common occurrence, is it? Christopher Dorner was apparently a non-believer, but his actions were obviously not motivated by his non-belief. They were a result of LAPD corruption, a twisted sense of pride, a poor upbringing, and a host of other issues. On the other hand, how many times have the religious fundies openly claimed that they did it for god, or because of god, etc? Case in point, the newest addition to the list are Tsarnaev brothers from Boston.[We were motivated by religion] - Tsarnaev2 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
"You can't be moral without god" they say. I can't make such a sweeping statement, but I can make a far more accurate one: "It's more difficult to be stupid without god". It's still easy, but it's just harder to rationalize and validate it internally. The suicide bomber logic: "I'm going to go blow up some random people because my imaginary friend told me so in his holy book."
Not very convincing,
Discrimination of a Sort?Just got my psychology textbook today since it's the first day of second semester, and I was flipping through the pages when I found something that greatly surprised me. A side note that read "In one British survey, of the 18,876 people contacted, 1 percent were reportedly asexual, having 'never felt sexually attracted to anyone at all' (Bogaert, 2004)".Discrimination of a Sort?2 years ago in Personal More Like This
At first, I was happy that we were mentioned. Then I realized that was the ONLY time asexuality was mentioned in the entire 5 pages about sexual orientation- which of course, asexuality wasn't listed then, just as a side note for an interesting fact sort of thing. Okay that's fine; most of the LGBTQ+ community still doesn't recognize our existence so what else is new?
They also say that sexual orientation is defined as "an enduring sexual attraction toward members of either one's own sex or the other sex". They completely neglected to say anything about the rest of the spectrum, yet later on they talk about bise
a dead girl came to my roomA dead girl came to my room last nighta dead girl came to my room3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dressed in white and cold as ice
I gave her a smile although I was terribly scared
I gave her a hug although we'd never met
I gave her a kiss although we'd never loved
I gave her time although I'd little to spare
I gave her pennies for her eyes although I was poor
I gave her a flower although I had no garden
Dressed in white and cold as ice
A dead girl came to my room last night
JackMy grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.Jack2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At twenty-four, he had just returned from war, his pockets heavy as his heart, weighed down with souvenir scars and unspent bullets. Gaping trenches hung beneath each of his dark eyes like open, sore wounds, or sorer memories. At nineteen, she had not known the taste of oranges. The first time she held one, she bit straight into the pasty skin, expecting sweetness and coming up with shell-fragments.
In the pictures, my grandmother, radiant in her gray wedding dress, stands before my grandfather. Those trenches are still there, still yawning beneath each eye like caskets, but they are beginning to fold under, to fill themselves in. Standing together, they are joined by out-stretched hands, his free fingers reaching up to hold her cheek in his palm, the pale skin there blushing the softest pink: a single petal, unfolding, held erect in his hewn hands. In the pictures, it is there in the space lef
Best FriendWhen I was young,Best Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was naive,
I didn't know
Why friends were good.
I wanted one,
I had a few,
But they were brief,
And didn't last.
My first few years,
They were okay,
I was bullied,
But I survived.
No one wanted,
Not in the least,
To be my friend,
Not when I cried.
Then came third grade,
I had a friend,
For just a year,
And I had fun.
But then came fourth,
We were split up,
I am now "big",
And they were not.
Still I survived,
But it did not,
They had moved on,
And so did I.
Seventh was next,
when I had friends,
Or at least one,
I spent time with.
That year was hell,
I was depressed,
I pulled away.
I skipped eighth grade,
To go online,
A new high school,
Had opened up.
I went to there,
I hated it.
And when it came,
Go to Uni,
I found it all,
Hard to cope with.
I looked upon,
Others who had,
With much envy.
I do so find,
I cannot make,
Friends very well,
Ones to talk with.
Maybe its me,
Maybe my school,
But I do know,
They are not