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I feel like I have forgotten how to read and write. How good it feels, how necessary it is.

I think I'm getting that back.

It's not often that I use this as a feminist platform. I get my feminist fix just by stumbling and giving the thumbs up to blogs or articles I feel address points well. I believe that is because it has never really impacted my life.

Things are a little different now.


A friend of mine was sexually abused by a man. He was in a sort of position of power over her. Not physically, but he was the head of a group she belonged to. He quickly filled her mind that he was right in a lot of areas and ways and that she should listen to him. And she did. She frequently adjusted her schedule to fix his needs. Eventually, this escalated to him brainwashing her, convincing her she needed to drop her friends and move in with him. Other things happened behind closed doors that I do not feel comfortable addressing here. I don't know the details, but she finally saw what a disgusting man he was and was able to leave that. She went to the University Police, the women's centre and spoke to individuals who might be able to aid her. UP said that since he was not a student on this campus, there was not a lot they could do, but she should be fine, and to contact them if that ever changed.

Tonight, that changed.

My friend received a phone call informing her that Swithun No had a night class at the same time in the same building as her. She left class early to tell UP. I walked her out of the building and a friend met her to walk her to UP. I have not been notified the actions they may be taking.

My reason for typing this up is that now I have to change the way I view attending this class. Immediately, I thought how I and my friend would have to alter things. I want to make sure she does not walk to her dorm alone. I want to make sure we wear shoes we can run in. I want to make sure we are able to run if we need to, and that there are people around us. And I have to keep an eye out for this scum if I have to.


I guess my point reflects one I read today. That she and I (mostly she) have to become almost hyperaware just walking to class. And that it is almost only women who do. Luckily, we will be walking with classmates and the walkways are lit.

My point is: Because of this piece of shit sociopathic control freak, we have to change. And not him.


Well. Fuck this.

I take pleasure in knowing my brother is smarter than you.

With great power, blah blah blah

My dad finds great philosophies in comic book movies.

John Hughes

Click me

Try working with disabled kids and see how it changes your life.

I live for this shit

What is the best time to eat reindeer meat?
When you're hungry.

Little things make me happy

Tough Guys

This was one of the best things I've read in a while.


Tough Guys

I'm probably going to get married.


You know. Years from now.


I have no problems with it. Marriage and weddings are alright in my book.


However, I have a few rules.


I don't think my father will walk me down the aisle. I am not property being given away from one man to another. Nor will the official ask "Who gives this woman away."

I highly doubt I'll take his last name. And I think I'll insist upon being called "Ms."

There will be no cake smashing-into-faces at my reception. If anyone so much touches their cake with fingers in a five-foot radius around me, I will slit their throat.

I don't foresee myself getting married in a house of worship. Maybe a temple. Never a church.

The service will not last hours. Fuck that shit.

Anyone who gets very drunk and tries to speak will be tackled to the ground. By me.

God help if there is any music I don't want to hear. Bitches will get cut.

lyrics, yeah

Nothing I am
Nothing I dream
Nothing is new
Nothing I think or believe in or say
Nothing is true

It used to be so easy
I never even tried
Yeah it used to be so easy...

But the last day of summer
Never felt so cold
The last day of summer
Never felt so old
Never felt so...

All that I have
All that I hold
All that is wrong
All that I feel for or trust in or love
All that is gone

It used to be so easy
I never even tried
Yeah it used to be so easy...

But the last day of summer
Never felt so cold
The last day of summer
Never felt so old
The last day of summer
Never felt so cold

Never felt so...

Art is selfish.

I want to have sex to music.

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

READ THIS

"If things are on the floor, you're supposed to step on them."

While I don't normally question my father's wisdom, I ask: What if there's a baby?

I'm craving fall, road trips, photos, adventures, bonding, camaraderie, excitement.


Please, someone give this to me.

Pick out the truths

((My apologies for those of you who are viewing this multiple times. I'm very fond of this and want to get it seen.))

You grabbed onto my love handles.
I make strange noises when I climax.
I'm always conscious of the faces I contort
so we fucked in the dark.
You almost called me baby,
but caught yourself.
There were a lot of half-cries caught in my throat.
Maybe I'll save them for the next one.
By the end of it I could feel the hairs on my legs prickle.
Razors be damned.
The used condom you tossed to the side
landed in the trash with luck, not aim.
We're sweaty and I will smell this for days.
Blowing you nearly gives me stomach aches.
We didn't have a playlist timed just right.
Thin walls- I bet the neighbours heard.
You pulled my hair too tight. I yelped.
That threw you. Our rhythm suffered.
We got back on track. Practice makes perfect.
Finally, sleep came. I didn't.
Sunlight hit my eyes.
A lazy weekend. No shower, no shower sex.
Who are we trying to impress.
You joke about taking photos.
I wonder what you would do if I told you to.
I wonder what I would do.