( Sometimes I write essays in my spare time? )

Sarah Grimke was asked what men could do to help support the feminist movement. Her response was, "I ask no favors for my sex. I surrender not our claim to equality. All I ask of our brethren is that they will take their feet from off our necks and permit us to stand upright on that ground which God designed us to occupy."
( What does it mean to have a foot on my neck? )

My writer's block has been horrible lately. I *finally* managed something. And that in and of itself if a triumph ( Read more... )

Her bright eyes dart back and forth, following the glint off of orange and white scales inside the tank. Tail snapping back and forth, she leaps atop their watery prison. As she searches for a way inside, the coy fish fly with increasing speed and intensity. As their panic rises, her hunger awakens. They retreat, huddling together in the bottom ( Read more... )

Oh, shove it. Keep your "lil sis," your "mom," and your "fiance." I don't know why it irritates me so much. Perhaps it is because you are already irritating of your own accord. Maybe I want to claim those titles. And I definitely have more right to them. kthnxbai ( Read more... )

It's so intricate! And there are so many little drawers. But you just leave it open like that, all the time?
Well, not *all* the time, I mean, I don't want my stuff to get ruined by rain or snow or anything, but yeah. It's never locked. I want people to know where I'm coming from and what's important to me.
Wow. There's a lot of stuff in here. It ( Read more... )

As far back as I can remember, I wanted a pet. I begged my parents for a cat, a dog, a gerbil - anything fuzzy and adorable. I was told year after year that we couldn't afford it, which I knew was true. My brother and I were aware we had a tight budget; to us, throwing a tantrum or pleading for a brand name cereal at the grocery store was ( Read more... )

Scream. Head. Hit. Keyboard. Anxiety blossoms in the cold of winter. I am left alone, shriveling, dying.

( Oooh! A visual aid? Fancy shmancy! )

Has anyone read the Bacchae/know the story? Here's my late night rewrite of it as a comedy (in the Greek sense, not the laugh-out-loud sense), in case anyone's intrigued. The real story ends with Pentheus being torn limb from limb by his mother's bare hands and then she and Cadmus are exiled.

( The Followers of Dio'nice'us )

( When was the last time I wrote? I've been drawing instead lately.. )