Hey, it’s me… actually sitting here and writing a post without a month going by since the last one. I can’t swear to it, but I’m pretty sure that’s one of the seven signs of the Apocalypse. Or maybe that’s when I get my garage cleaned out…
I’ll get back to you on that. (more…)
A friend and I were having a discussion, and I figured I’d post it here for input. If a woman is in a hotel room with a man and tells the man no, repeatedly, and the man uses his physical strength to push her, repeatedly, into giving him what he wants… if the woman finally gives in, is she at fault for not putting her physical safety on the line in order to stand her ground, or is he at fault for pushing her after she’s said no numerous times? Let’s assume that the woman was completely wrong for being in his room in the first place. Whether she was or not, let’s just assume she was so we can leave that out of the picture. The point here is whether or not a man is responsible for respecting the whole concept of ‘no means no’, or if it’s perfectly okay for him to use his physical strength and her vulnerability against her to get what he wants even after she clearly says no.
This should be interesting…
She had wings
just a day or two ago
she knows she did.
They were lovely things, really,
white and shining
brilliant
in the light.
He gave them to her, you see,
with quiet looks and
soft words
that made her fly.
She floated
soared
bobbled along the top
of every moment,
feeling beautiful
safe
wanted.
But someone came along
thief
bastard
tore her wings.
It wasn’t him
no matter what her eyes
ears
memories tell her.
It couldn’t have been.
The casual ripping
shredding
…
he wouldn’t.
Couldn’t.
Her belly heaves
when she pictures him
with the other…
she is suddenly degraded
less than nothing
just a joke.
Her gifts to him ground to dust
beneath his careless heel
and her submissive heart
the brunt of mockery.
She weeps.
She feels the wanting
needing
in spite of the pain
because it’s him
and only him
that calls her Angel.
Well, I’m in the new house now. I was without internet for awhile, thanks to a veritible cluster-fuck of things that went wrong (and thank you, by the way, to the dear cable company for that TEN hour window they gave me for when the cable man would arrive. TEN. HOUR. WINDOW. Yes, THAT is the epitome of fine scheduling. They could only have been more vague if they refused to speak anything but Cantonese when I made the call. And even that? Is a close thing.), but am now back in action. Yay, me!
I have entirely too much to do today (most of which revolves around spending money. I’m pretty over the whole expense of moving thing. It’s beginning to take a toll on my sanity (I now walk in small circles and mutter a lot. And my eyes cross.) but I think I’m beginning to see the dim promise of a light at the end of the tunnel. When I get to it?
I’m going to SCREAM. (more…)
I made it through another week. And managed not to post about the Disney trip like I said I would, either. Well, things have been happening at an astounding pace, so I’m not going to apologize… I’m just going to sedate myself and curl into the fetal position. And, really, isn’t that what life’s all about?
So I’m still supposed to close on the house the 25th. Assuming, that is, that I’m not locked up by then for some pesky homicide charges.
WHAT?!?! (more…)
Yeah, I know, I know… it’s been two weeks since I posted last. We all know that I’ve gone from a three-times-weekly poster to a will-post-when-compelled-by-threat-of-violence poster. Accept this and stop STARING at me, for the love of GOD!
Want to hear about Disneyworld? (more…)
Or at least pretend to. Those of you that feared for my sanity will be pleased to note that I have reconsidered my original position and am no longer throwing myself in front of the home-building bus. I am, instead, going to buy a home that was just built. Saves wear and tear on my emotional/mental state.
And keeps me from having to shoot someone. (more…)
Well, one of us has an appointment today with a therapist. Guess which one?
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Oh, now, that was just too easy. (more…)
I’ve now had the flu for a week. A week. That’s like nine months in flu years. It sucks long. The fever, the fatigue, the nose that wants to fall off after the six millionth time blowing it… it’s festive! And you know what makes it even better?
When your nine year old gets it, too. (more…)