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[Tuesday
March 10th, 2009 at 3:47pm] |
This is the letter that I wrote to the Senator today:
I am writing to you today with the purpose of expressing how much I wish to urge you to vote yes on Senate Bill 238. It is so vital at this time of unrest and economic instability to cling to the civil liberties and protections afforded us by the democratic nature of our government. We are founded upon the core standards of civil rights and the knowledge and security that those "inalienable rights" be afforded us without resentment or the threat of discrimination from our social services and our places of employment. Both issues addressed in Bill 238, that of discrimination against sexual orientation and that of age discrimination in the housing systems, deserve your attention and your careful consideration. This bill does not ask whether you are straight or not straight or young or old, it asks only that everyone be given equality in a country that proclaims itself to be free.
It is based on these standards that I appeal to your integrity and ask that you vote yes on this bill.
This is the e-mail address for the Senator, Evan Jenkins, for my zip code, or Cabell country.
evan.jenkins@wvsenate.gov
I am posting this in the hope that some of you out there who still read this blog will e-mail your senators before tomorrow night urging them to vote yes on this bill. The bill itself is listed as follows if you are unfamiliar with what this new bill proposes:
House Bill 2925 would add “sexual
orientation” to the categories covered
by the Human Rights Act, prohibiting
discrimination in employment and places
of public accommodations. This bill would
also add “age” to the categories covered
by the Fair Housing Act prohibiting
discrimination in housing.
Also, if you are not from Cabell County and wish to appeal to your Senator. You may use this website:
http://www.legis.state.wv.us/
The zip-code prompt in the right-hand corner will give you your legislator and their e-mail address. I strongly encourage you to do this if you are at all interested in civil liberties!
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[Saturday
October 6th, 2007 at 2:06pm] |
My Book Wish List for the Holidays (my birthday included)
1. Ideala.....Sarah Grande........Amazon: 11.99
2. The Beth Book....Sarah Grande....?????
3. The Madwoman in the Attic....Gilbert & Gubar....8.44
4. The Unraveling Archive: Essays on Sylvia Plath...Anita Helle...15.23
The List will continue.
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[Monday
July 16th, 2007 at 3:55pm] |
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I've decided to try and do as many of the writer's block prompts on LJ as possible.
So here is todays:
If you could rename yourself in real life, what would it be and why?
I would rename myself Frankie, because I have an uncle who died when I was 2 or so that I was very close too. Of course, I don't remember being close to him, but I actually have dreams about his hands. His hands I always remember because he used to crack walnuts on the fireplace hearth for me with his bare hands. They were broad and strong, and dusted with hair on the knuckles. Very tan like my dad's. They were best friends. Frank and my dad. I try to imagine the way my father would behave with a best friend. I try to imagine my dad with friends and it is a hard image to conjure.
When things are really bad between my dad and I, I always think about Frank. Everyone says I am unnaturally like him. I act like him, talk like him. Behave like him very much. I think that's an important part of why my dad and I conflict so much. Frank was a dangerous man, and he lived a dangerous life. ANd it eventually killed him. But-he lived, didn't he?
My dad tells this story about Frank that goes like this--Frank was driving an enormous truck one day and it stalled at a redlight. Frank couldn't get the truck to go anywhere, so he kept trying to fix it. Unfortunately, the truck was stalled right in the middle of traffic. A man in a car pulled up behind him and began to yell at Frank. Scream and curse at him. Dad says that Frank got out of the truck, walked back to the car, opened the door and punched the man. He then got in the truck, messed with the truck for a few minutes. It started and he drove away.
Of course, my friends probably don't think I behave like this at all. but they dont' know me at home. they don't know the fits I throw. I suppose that's kind of sad really, because it's quite a sight to see me lose my cool-headedness. OF course, my dad has always been the only person alive that could ever make me lose my temper completely. I wonder why that is?
In any case, I think Frankie is a kind of jaunty, feminine derivative of Frank. I think it's just presumptuous enough to be fitting.
I've really enjoyed this writing prompt, I hope that the others are just as good.
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[Wednesday
May 16th, 2007 at 12:00am] |
Quickie:
Someone is greedy for more time with you, but you don't necessarily have to give it.
Overview:
Being vulnerable is part of being in a relationship. It can feel scary, but it's a testimony to trust -- not only the trust you have in your partner, but the trust you have for yourself to deal with it. You can do it.
I'm not sure if I can deal with this today. *smile* Let's see what the love ones say.
Daily Singles:
Turning your perspective upside-down may be a tall order at the moment -- you've got a tendency to get stuck in your own point of view. But if you do, there's a rich reward for heart and mind.
So, while, yes I do agree that I've been really stuck in my own point of view lately...I've also been really stagnant and frustrated. I don't really want to do anything anymore. I guess I'll just have to wait it out.
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[Tuesday
March 27th, 2007 at 11:35am] |
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"According to the American Obesity Association 64.5 percent of U.S. adults, age 20 years and older, are overweight and 30.5 percent are obese.
Overweight people take up valuable space on public transportation, in movie theaters and just about every other public space. It also takes more fuel and a larger car to transport a 280lb person than a 140lb person; they contribute to the earth's pollution in so many other ways too.
Fat people would be better off being anorexic, we would all be better off. Oh, and to make you all more angry, I'm 5'8", 138lbs, and vegan. Sorry chubbos, I know you don't want to hear it."
Rule #1 Never trust anyone who opens their statement with a stat.
Rule #2 Someone hide the guns.
I can't stop reading, even though I'm in some kind of shock-status. It's like way back when I got addicted to reading all the pro-ana websites. But what scares me is that I can't stop laughing. I laugh and laugh and laugh.
And my laughter is a lot like arsenic.
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[Monday
March 5th, 2007 at 8:06pm] |
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It is a strange thing is it not? To be attracted to the one thing that you know will be your inpending destruction. Perhaps what it comes down to is that I simply have "men issues" as so many of you have been oft to repeat, or perhaps what it comes down to is that I hate men and am as sexist as the next "feminist heifer", or perhaps what it comes down to is that I am cannot explain my attraction, nor can I condone my pity of the one thing that I know will cause me pain. I ask you, as sensibly as I possibly can, what do I make of those people who ask me to make such ridiculous choices?
You know when I hate them the most. When I'm dancing. It is not uncommon to be stared at when you decide to be brave enough to dance, but there is something vile about . It's like no one has ever seen a fat person dance before, and sometimes, they are so convincing in their ability to completely degrade you with one excellently employed stare that I swallow it whole-heartedly. Except, I never do anything whole-heartedly because that requires giving it up. Would you give up something with your whole heart? Of course you would, because you aren't twisted like me. You don't have "men issues"
Would it surprise you to know that I hate myself every day? And that I only keep writing because it gives me an opportunity to try on another voice. To be not myself for a day. Meet Ana. My hero. My lover. It scares me to know that if you know me for the next 15 years you will not know who I am. You will know some variant form of myself combined with Ana. But you will never, not once, actually know me. It is even more frightening to realize that all the men I trust in my life, I have de-masculinized (ha, that's not even a word) in some way. Even scarier still is that all of the men in my life that I want to trust, I can't because I can't figure out a way to take away their masculinity or perhaps worst of all is that I know I still jump out of the ways of hands from time to time. Hands are such a powerful tool. I cannot explain why I find them so infinitely beautiful, and yet so dangerous. Don't we often find the most poisonous substances on the earth beautiful? I believe I see that in the same line as hands.
Would it surprise you to know that I am a virgin? Some of you, I"m sure. Wait, wait, wait. I probably shouldn't say that.
Would it surprise you to know that I secretly think I'm too masculine. That I hate myself for being what I hate. Oh how convoluted is that. I'm feeling particularly nasty and bitter today.
Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter
And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature
What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around...all around
Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?
Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you're gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer
All I really want is some peace man
a place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice...
No, I was wrong. Perhaps most frightening of all is that I really believe I'm not fit for a soulmate.
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[Thursday
February 15th, 2007 at 3:44pm] |
The ice is thin come on dive in
underneath my lucid skin.
The cold is lost, forgotten.
Hours pass days pass time stands still
light gets dark and darkness fills
my secret heart forbidden...
I think you worried for me then
the subtler ways that I'd give in
but I know you liked the show.
Tied down to this bed of shame
you tried to move around the pain
but oh your soul is anchored.
The only comfort is
the moving of the river.
You enter into me
a lie upon your lips.
Offer what you can
I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here...
I dont like your tragic sighs
as if your god has passed you by
well hey fool that's your deception.
Your angels speak with jilted tongue
the serpent's tale has come undone
you have no strength to squander.
The only comfort is
the moving of the river.
You enter into me
a lie upon your lips.
Offer what you can
I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here to stay.
Only a fool's here to stay.
Only a fool's here...
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[Wednesday
February 7th, 2007 at 10:51am] |
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[Monday
January 29th, 2007 at 8:18pm] |
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Step 1: Put your Media player on random.
Step 2: Post the first line(s) of the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: No cheating!
Note: Good luck. I love music.
1. Ladies up in here tonight No fighting
2. Excuse me but can I be you for a while
3. the heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye it turns the road to water and the water to sky
4. When I get home, babe, Gonna light your fire
5. Too dirrty to clean my act up If you aint dirrty... you aint here to party! Ladies move, gentlemen move
6. Sweet is the sight Of her room- Window opened by candlelight
7. If these walls came crumblin' down Fell so hard, to make us lose our faith
8. All the old paintings on the tombs. They do the sand dance don't you know
9. In a church by the face He talks about the people going under
10. I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces. Ah hell I even fuck with different races
11. In the mornin you go gunnin, For the man who stole your water.
12. Wait a minute baby...Stay with me awhile. Said youd give me light. But you never told be about the fire
13. I've walked these streets, A virtual stage, It seemed to me, Make up on their faces
14. She's taking her time making up the reasons, To justify all the hurt inside
15. You have so many relationships in this life Only one or two will last.
16. Listen as the wind blows From across the great divide Voices trapped in yearning.
17. Well I know Just how much I love you There is no time To explain.
18. Lay your head on my pillow Here you can be yourself No one has to know what you are feelin'
19. Says he wants you He says he needs you
20. What kind of girl you like I know my looks can be deceivin' Tell me am I your type. My main goal is to please you
21. i am not a pretty girl that is not what i do
22. S-sitting down by my window, Oh, looking at the rain. S-sitting down by my window now now,
All around I felt it,
23. If only you believe like I believe, baby, like I believe, We'd get by.
24. Is it getting better Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now? You got someone to blame.
25. I'll never find another girl like you, for happy endings it takes two. We're fire and ice, the dream won't come true
The last one is a freebie.
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[Tuesday
January 23rd, 2007 at 8:05pm] |
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Shy, Ani Difranco |
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Listen... to the song here in my heart
a melody I start but can't complete
Listen to the sound from deep within
Its only beginning to find release
Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened
There was someone here inside
Someone I thought had died
So long ago
Oh I'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed Aside or turned
Into your own
All 'cause you won't listen
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened
I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't
Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start, but I will complete
Now I am done believing you
You don't know not what I am feeling
I'm more than what you've made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now I got to find my own - my own
I think this is how I feel about every single person on the planet right now. But don't worry, it's probably a phase. It'll pass.
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