I want to have a rabid, bra-burning, Lavender Menace Feminist Moment. Right now, Right here, Get the kerosene ready and the kindling out.
Let me preface with what brought this on.
I have a weight and a strength problem; too much of one and not enough of the other. So when my family walked into Academy, I went off to go look at those wrist and ankle weights that strap on.
Note: This is a very candid personal exploration and a kind of reaching out for opinions. If you are not comfortable with the mention of sex, don’t read. I am sorry if I offend or do not meet the standards of a progressive post.
Mom and I saw the movie Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed.
Yeah, like that CSI episode that's playing in your head right now.
We had a Styrofoam gravestone for Rocky Raccoon at the 2nd or 3rd Furry Weekend Atlanta (FWA) con.
And you don't have to be either.
(my parents asked that I edit this post. I'm sorry for those that posted on the old version)
My mother wants grandchildren. {edit:} I don't like children {/edit} This is causing contention between us.
The psychologist says that because I am 17, this is a natural 'phase',
(Yes, I know it's Seoul. but the correct spelling ruins the joke)
I have, after much deliberation, decided that there is no such thing as the literal soul.
This is why:
Note: For those who don't know, like I didn't, or don't have this kind of thing at your school, Campus Outreach is a Baptist recruiting agency.
Campus Outreach is likely very annoyed with me.
You see, CO writes messages on the sidewalk of my school to advertise their meetings. These messages are usually quite tame and only warrant eye-rolling or nothing at all.
