My sandwich

Ok, so having your food stolen isn't something that stops after you leave kindergarden, graduate elementary AND middle school, witness the day your fat sibling finally leaves home, or even when you move out of student dorms; it haunts you at work as well. Those finance bitches. Gah!

Yes, I am perfectly aware of the fact that I live in the same world as the kids in Biafra, but problems are to be understood relatively; I can't think in absolute terms about anything when I'm hungry- except an absolutely empty stomach. Hmmm...perhaps this is the single best way to understand absolute truth; by acting relatively. I wonder, does an aggregate sum of relatives add up to an absolute?

It's all natural

What can i say...it's not that i look for these situations, they seek me. It's in my blood; deal with it!!

Your Ideal Relationship is Polyamory

You want to have your cake... and everyone else's. Which isn't a bad thing, if everyone else gets to eat too! You're too much of a free spirit to be tied down by a traditional relationship. You think relationships should be open and free, with few restrictions.

What's Your Ideal Relationship?

Will this ever end? (via mahie)

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
Iwish they could adopt me.I am one of the lucky ones, I guess.
I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Please repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

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Coincidence, ei?

Is there such a thing as "coincidence", or does such a phenomenon merely represent the inevitable crossing of lines? When it comes to people, i don't think that such a thing as coincidence exists. Why? Because communication is not coincidental; it's very much incidental, or calculated. People don't go out of their way to meet people just to say "hey, isn't it so bizarre that you know my sister's friends mom, who went to school with so-and-so's daughter?" Such 'coincidences' create or develop networks, which is how people interact and enlarge their circle of trust/contacts/etc. Seems logical, no? So next time you run into your ex's ex consider the possibility that it was not an accident, yet a simple inevitability.

But then again, are accidents inevitable? If perfection does not exist, then naturally screw-ups are acceptable, if not a given. I find this issue of accidents vs. incidents very intriguing...hmmm some food for thought there.

How good it was to hear your voice

I hadn't talked to you in weeks, months...perhaps even a year. Then in my drowsy state of existence yesterday i decided to pick up the phone and call you. Tis amusing how the concept of time and distance doesn't seem to affect some friendships what-so-ever, while a mere change of zip codes or a day away from some other people shifts worlds. All in all, i can't wait to see you...somehow it feels as though nothing has changed in the last 8 years, since you moved back home. Alright, yes- you're engaged (still?) and are on your way to yet another new destination in pursuit of a (what some people would call) impossibly practical-passionate career, and i'm on a completely different tangent- one that is trying to maintain a safe level of insanity, while keeping as much freedom as i desire (not necessarily equal to what the world is willing to give me) and gaining an education that will (hopefully) allow me to see more clearly. Now there are all just external factors, but what i'm hoping is that the natural internal evolution will permit us to pick up where we left of.

I hope so strongly that the "truth" is as promosing as i imagine it to be...and if not, then i hope even more that the illusion i might be living in will last for an eternity. Why wake up when dreaming allows you to live in paradise?