So, as soon as my life is made sense of and everything seems okay, something goes drastically wrong. Well, not wrong...just...awry. Yes, that's a good word. I love that word. Hmmm...words. Yummy.
Anyway, my life with my current roomie, is, unfortunately, far more cluttered than I would like. However, it's sounding like there is someone else willing to move in with her, or at least sort of cohabitate with her. And I need...CRAVE space. Have been hoping to live alone, plus or minus a cat, dog, and perhaps a few several-times-a-week visits from a significant other. I am now endeavoring to make this a reality without hurting anyone involved, financially or otherwise. I want a little space, a cabin, perhaps, to call my own, put posters up in (or not), and furnish as much or as little as I want (I prefer something many others would call 'Spartan' or minimalist). Mmm....minimalism. Okay, back to the paper-writing. Making progress! WOO!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Don't Stare
For my comfort of being, of self, my mode of dress, my haircut, my personal choices of individuality, I am rewarded with rude stares for nonconformity. This country, built on the ideal of freedom of expression (never mind the fact that it was freedom of RELIGIOUS expression), proscribes standards of appearance, modes of dress, of 'normalcy'.
Go ahead. Stare. Take a good, long, soul-bending look. I. Am. A. Genderfuck. I am androgynous. I like my body built strong, my hair short, my clothes loose (but not too loose) and comfortable. I also like wearing dresses, on occasion, singing, art, creating and viewing. I appreciate so much of this life, all the differences we, as humans, produce for our own existence. Even when those differences disagree with my own. But for fuck's sake, even if I disagree with religious dogma, nationalism (which there is a more-than-healthy dose of here in the U.S.), I DO NOT STARE.
I do not presume to try and intimidate others into being what I might wish them to be (open-minded, more accepting, pro-gay, pro-choice, more liberal or at least middle-of-the-road). Sooooo.....STOPPIT!!! I do not presume to change those of you that tell me on a daily basis that I'm going to hell. No matter how tempting it may be, I don't taunt and bait you with Left-wing lines and see how red your face gets...or how high you jump...or how much you might sputter in search of strong, converting, convincing and witty lines to get me to repent and change my evil ways. The least you can do is afford me that same courtesy, agree to disagree, say 'good day', smile and move on. Or don't smile. But don't stare. It's rude, and all the jackasses that stare at me are just being hypocritical; even MY mother taught me better, and I was raised in the ever-dreaded agnostic household. Jeeez!
Go ahead. Stare. Take a good, long, soul-bending look. I. Am. A. Genderfuck. I am androgynous. I like my body built strong, my hair short, my clothes loose (but not too loose) and comfortable. I also like wearing dresses, on occasion, singing, art, creating and viewing. I appreciate so much of this life, all the differences we, as humans, produce for our own existence. Even when those differences disagree with my own. But for fuck's sake, even if I disagree with religious dogma, nationalism (which there is a more-than-healthy dose of here in the U.S.), I DO NOT STARE.
I do not presume to try and intimidate others into being what I might wish them to be (open-minded, more accepting, pro-gay, pro-choice, more liberal or at least middle-of-the-road). Sooooo.....STOPPIT!!! I do not presume to change those of you that tell me on a daily basis that I'm going to hell. No matter how tempting it may be, I don't taunt and bait you with Left-wing lines and see how red your face gets...or how high you jump...or how much you might sputter in search of strong, converting, convincing and witty lines to get me to repent and change my evil ways. The least you can do is afford me that same courtesy, agree to disagree, say 'good day', smile and move on. Or don't smile. But don't stare. It's rude, and all the jackasses that stare at me are just being hypocritical; even MY mother taught me better, and I was raised in the ever-dreaded agnostic household. Jeeez!
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