"When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said"
"I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,"
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
"Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there."
"You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,... Read More
I visited the house where this all occured. Made myself get up early and walk down there.
I was reminded of an interview conducted with Maya Angelou. She was back in her old Arkansas hometown, talking about the train tracks that separated black from white, and even though the days of segregation were long past, even thirty years later, she still didn't want to cross... Read More
The father was a creepy old man...an alcoholic.
He sat in his armchair lazy-y-boy and swilled beer after beer.
This was 1988 and I was eight at the time.
I had been hanging around his two boys for a few weeks, and had picked up on their unusually precocious sexual banter. A commercial for a weed wacker came on television, and, parroting the boys' sexual... Read More
I am really sorry that that happened to you. I think that it is a brave step that you finally talk about it. That is the first step toward healing. Also, it is okay to lean on other people sometimes. You don't have to carry around all of the heavy shit alone. I just realized this, and I cried with relief.
You have my support.
*Whispers*
Psst. One of the things I learned when I was new here (like last week) was that in most cases you need to post your replies to people's comments in their journals. Otherwise they'll don't know that you've replied.
How is someone leaving posts for you without a name?
I cant even imagine the emotions related to the trauma that you encountered by trusted family friends at such a young age. Nor can I imagine many can.
I hope that you are still recieving quality counceling because the anger you are feeling now is clashing with the positive thoughts you are trying to articulate - and I can not imagine any other forum to work it through.
I do not mean to come across as annoying for proclaiming my inherent attraction to men, but having grown up in a very homophobic environment, with two homophobic parents...it is difficult not to come across that way.
Coming out is a process one never really gets over, and there are still times I loathe myself for being queer. I really shouldn't let the callous... Read More
And I am also aware that who I fuck is only a tiny facet to a very complex gemstone.
I suppose I am very tired of having to hide it...and I've done the very same thing I've gotten annoyed with in other people...that is, oversharing.
But this never goes away.
And those of you who are in the heterosexual majority should understand that this is not anything you should aspire to be.
I often hear, "Gay People Rock".
Well, maybe us LBGBIT's rock...but I don't get this designer queer attitude. It's not a fashion statement, and I, for one resent it when someone wants to take the glitz and fail to understand that there's a lot of submerged pain underneath it all.
I don't even like the word, "Gay"...it connotes happy and most people I know who are gay, either mostly or halfway, aren't happy at all.
I guess more than anything I resent. I seethe with resentment, whether justified or not.
I seethe that it's SO HOT for a woman to dig other women, but if a man digs other men, then he's to be deplored.
And I resent Keith's somewhat patronizing attitude. Oh, he didn't mean to come across that way, and I am not angry at him...but I don't like it when a straight person tries to dictate to me what it's like to be queer.
You don't know, okay. You will never know, thank god.
I appreciate the "straight-but-not-narrow" crowd...I really do, but unless you yourself feel attracted to a member of the same sex, you won't understand. It's sort of like visiting NYC versus reading about it in a travel book. Oh sure, you might have a good theoretical, abstract idea, but you won't really get it.
I am super pissed off, having read the responses to my Ashlee Holloway post.
I didn't imply that she deserved to be the target of violence...but rather I implied that...
YOU SHOULDN'T TEMPT FATE.
There, is it spelled out in big bold letters for you?
Christ, people.
You don't put yourself in dangerous situations, because you realize that every time you do, you will roll the dice, and sometimes your number will be up.
And yes, the "wild" do put themselves in dangerous situations more often, mostly out of a lack of understanding this crucial fact.
I suppose my anger was out of overprotectiveness, because I've placed myself, stupidly, in similar situations and have been damned lucky I wasn't killed.
I am not some vicious monster. Kindly refrain from treating me as such.
They still can't find that Mountain Brook girl. The latest rumour swirling round is that she's been sold into prostitution. Either that, or she's being held captive.
I dunno. I mean, I'm not female...but I still would have had enough sense not to walk off from the group, go into the company of three men... Read More
I had been on a tour of this outdoor museum and I had run across a old manual typewriter from the 1920s. I sat down across it, trying to write something profound. Nothing of substance came to mind, and what is more...it was so old that it was hard to move the paper up and down.
Sometimes I wish I could be a woman, if only to have the sort of power over men that an attractive woman exerts. The sort of come-hither delivery with the sashay of hips or the seductive voice.
Oh sure, I have been able to drive certain queer men crazy, but that's not quite the same.
I think all of us crave to be female...it would... Read More
The local news around here recently has been about girl who disappeared on her senior class trip to Aruba, an Island in the Bahamas.
Those of you unfamiliar with Birmingham should know that the girl was from Mountain Brook, the old money, most affluent suburb of this area. Lily white and often-snooty...the way old money often can be.
The newspapers were reporting the sanitized version... Read More
I'm tempted to just marry myself off to the next available older man/woman. I'm cute, I do housework, I clean and cook, and even do windows. And I have that oft-cited sense of humor thing that seems to be a huge attraction.
My nerves had been frayed for a while and I had decided that being dead was a good thing. I didn't make a plan or make an attempt...but I had been feeling suicidal for days, and didn't want to go any further.
So, I called up 911 and they sent me to the psych ward.