So, in the post and following comments on feministing about the song “Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem featuring Rihanna, the discussion basically centers on whether or not the song is “powerful” for putting a spotlight on domestic violence, or “part of the problem” because it could contribute to normalizing that same violence, as well as setting up ( Read more... )

God grant me the strength to follow my own intuition. This is something that I actually really struggle with, the courage to follow my own judgment, rather than letting individual people push me in different directions I don’t really wish to go. (And I realize this sounds so odd, seeing as how stubbornly contrary, radical and “anti-conformist” I ( Read more... )

Something I find myself pondering...

Friends are great and all, but how does one go about acquiring the kind of deep connections that can be relied upon in a 3 in the morning meltdown? Or to pick you up when you're stranded at an airport 2 hours away, without giving you a great big lecture about how stupid you were to have gone (or whatever it was ( Read more... )

...There's shit that's been bouncing around in my brain and I've been itching to get a chance to write about it, but first, I need to vent a little.

Two weeks or so ago, I logged into MClogin to look at my grades, and try to email Kevin to get approved to sign up for the summer ceramics class. The system said that Kevin's email was temporarily ( Read more... )

Separating out my desire for D/s from my first attempt at a D/s relationship is proving to be one of the more painful aspects of this process. My desires, are still very much intertwined, my fantasies have been plowed through and confessed, and even some new ones generated through our conversations about them. And I spent a decent amount of time ( Read more... )

"That's it! See, at first, I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I would die with all the hate in my veins."

- V

I am afraid of all this anger and hate that courses through me. The hate that burns when I see his name or login on the forums or ( Read more... )

I think and write so much.. My brain is almost always running 100mph with various thoughts through the gift/curse of ADD, which is part of the reason I journal. And in the right environment I can be inspired to chat for hours with my buddies...

But there comes a point where I've begun to repeat myself, my gripes, too much even to my own ears, and I ( Read more... )

This entry has been bouncing around in the back of my mind for over a week, only I haven't yet managed to sit down and write it. And no, you perverts, not that kind of self love.

Like approximately 90% of the rest of my classmates, I didn't fall under the "popular/hot chicks" grouping, I didn't sit with them at lunch and they weren't my friends, ( Read more... )

I have been somewhat delayed in posting / lacking in motivation or energy.

Anyway: Dilan is home. He got home on the 1st. Things around here have been... I dunno.

We have talked a good bit, but seem to have made far less progress than I would have liked. I have succeeded in not yelling or screaming at all, and raising my voice hardly ever. I have ( Read more... )

Hollow Sounds

I try to speak,
I twist on the edge of anticipation for an answer,
But nobody's listening.
All the echos bounce back,
Nobody here is listening to a word.

So much I wanted to say to you,
but I find I just can't care anymore.
Nobody's listening.
All the echo's bounce back,
hollow and empty,
Nobody here is listening to a word I say.

The ( Read more... )