YouTube Jerks

So I just watched this video this gay guy posted called “Yes I’m Gay But…”, which was of this gay guy talking about how gay stereotypes are all crap (which I TOTALLY agree with).  I posted all these comments about he was right (and HOT) but all these Youtube jerks came around, spreading ignorance and bad hygiene, as well as bad comments.  Here ar some of the worst below:

-Your such a fag… LIKE OMG LIKE YEH 2 men that dont represent men… when we say whose the man we ask who pitches and who catches ur gay because of that song u have at the end of your little clip and u like fashion because your gay… u do have a girly voice fag GO STRAIGHT VAGINA IS THE BEST NOT SHIT DICK

-Do not be misled. Unrighteous, fornicators, idolaters, adulterers, homosexuals, thieves… will not inherit God’s kingdom.» Bible (1 Corinthians 6: 9-10).

«…Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.» Bible (Roman 1: 26-27).

Bible (Leviticus 18: 22).
What jerks! They ought to go fuck a tree, or have a big orgy with their other closeted gay friends.  Not that people like that HAVE real friends.  Anyway, I hope they burn in Hell for all eternity, because we all know they will, even if you’re one of them.  TA!

SPEAK, Rape, and Drunk Parties- the Meaning of Life!

I just read the book SPEAK (I’m a little late on reading it, yes) and it was AWESOME! For a book about rape, it was surprisingly funny. It was witty, intellegent, and connected instantly with me.  I mean, DUH the top lie they tell you in Hi! school is “We want to hear what you have to say”.  Yeah. Um. No. Nobody cares.  Nobody listens.  You won’t get heard unless you SPEAK!!!!!!!!  And this she did- after her rape, she struggles with depression and disaster until she finally find her voice (but I won’t ruin it).  What a sucky life; but a beautiful, amazing book, my 5th fave.  I won’t ruin it, but I will tel you READ IT!

Wall-EEEEEEEEEE!

I just saw Wall-E, and when I entered the theater, I expected a cutsey-wootsey, cheesy little ditz of a film. Boy, was I shocked! It’s like a straight guy chasing skirts across the world. Then he gets to Scotland.

Ugh.

Not thinking about it.

Anyway, it was far from cutsey- although it was cute. WallE is the single survivor of the robots tasked to clean up the mess humans have made before they all left earth for a paradise space-ship, and the world has become too toxic- at least, that’s what it seems- for any plant or animal life to grow. That is, until WallE discovers a single, tiny plant, sprouting hidden beneath the mountains of garbage and toxic waste from the humans. When an emmisionary robot called Eva arrives to see if Earth is suitable for humans, she and WallE fall in love, and when she finds the plant, they leave together to inform the humans. But humans have become fat and lazy, and the auto-pilot ship is unwilling to show the plant to humans and give up its control. But with a little help from some humans and the captain, and all the rebel robots (if you can call some salon-worker and kick-boxer robots, “rebels”), WallE and Eva might just be able to bring the human race home.

This movie is both funny, sad, happy, and beautiful all at once, reminding us to take care of our planet. For WallE has shown what will happen then- and what we can do to bring forth life. And hope.

THE UBER-SUCKY SERIES FINALE TO “iNSTANT sTAR”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck all! I just saw the Series Finale of Instant Star, and it sucked like Hell! And not the good, sexy, you-know-what-I’m-talking-about sucked. For you LOSERS who don’t know what TV show I’m talking about, it’s about this girl Jude who wins a singing contest (basically a rip off of American Idol) and becomes a professional artist, dealing with all the shit that comes with. And the finale… well, let’s just say it ain’t no Rock Candy mountain. She dumps her boyfriend- her super hot, uber super di dooper sexy schmexy yummicilious boyfriend who just proposed to her- even though they’re SOOOOO in love (like Jlo love, not Madonna and Justin what’s-his-face love) and moves to England, to get a new singing contract. Ummmm, Britney Spears much? Dudette, you got you pretty little face up in some hot angel’s cloud, cuz he was gonna GO WITH YOU to some far-off distant land with guys that are possibly even more schmexy than him (you know, accents and stuff). Get a life. And, of Course, there were all these crappy loose ends- this couple of this girl who’s all superficial and her husband who’s the best friend of Jude’s (they’re all twenty-somethings) are about to get sued, and you don’t get to see what’s happening, Jude’s sister is being hit on by her boss, just as she gets rid of her “almost as sexy as Jude’s boyfriend” boyfriend because she thinks his love is too “intense.” Yeah. Um. No. He gives you BACK RUBS woman, BACK RUBS! For the sake of Zooey Deschamel’s fake eyelashes, get a hold of yourself! And all this other crap about Jude’s other best friend, Jamie, being in love with her and starting a new record company… Again, no Rock Candy Mountain here. Don’t watch it. Just watch the penultimate episode- which, if extended for an hour rather than 30 min, it was REAL scary, and with a good happy ending and loose ends were tied up (then loosened up again in the finale) it would have made a SOOOOOO MUCH BETTER ENDING. You disappoint me, “the-N.” Crawl back into your slime-covered hole, you infested pile of carp! DIE! DIE! DIE!

MY RETURN!!!!!!!!!…!

Yo, everybody! WASSUUUUUUUUUP! Sorrry I haven’t written in, like, a bazillion years.  I’ve just been so caught up in everything going on in my life- graduations, parties, summer schools, vacations, and, of course, checking out guys’ asses I see in other places.  I’m going to high school!  But anyway, the guys are SOOOOOOO much hotter in San Diego than in the Bay Area.  Here, guys are so-so..ish.  There, almost every single guy was H-O-T hot.  Even the middle aged ones! It isn’t fair!

Alas, I’ll just have to hope hotter guys come to the Bay Area.  I’m working on updating new stuff on my blog, so take a look around tomorrow.  I LOVE YOU ALL!  OK, actually, I’d probably hate most of you if I met you.  Get over it.

Up the bum, filled with rum

Recently, I was on the internet (obviously) and I kept seeing commercials for a TV show called “The Tudors.” So, I went ahead and tried out the series on the web. BIG mistake.

Most reviews of this series called it “steamy”… what the fuck does “steamy” mean?!  The entire TV show was about a bunch of kings is England fucking girls, in many explicit ways.  I mean, the guys WERE hot, but… still, it was dumb.  And a bunch of people did it, and were related.  Ew.  Nobody wants to see that.

To cap it all off, DON’T watch this series.  It’s crap- mildly hot crap, but crap none the less.

My Absence

Sorry I haven’t blogged in a bit.  I bin a bit busy doing school stuff.  Anyway, I’m about to post some new stuff so come take a look around.

The Dance of the Heavens

“The heavens spin

The havens dance

They rise in hope, in light, in darkness

For from the night has risen day

From the night, our small earth

The Moon arises to the sky

Dark and cold and distant

Spinning away from afar

Wintery and sorrowful

Beautiful and terrible

The Sun arises to the sky

Bright and warm and full of hope

Illuminating all the night

Brimming with infinite, eternal love

Terrible and beautiful”

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How Does It Feel

Several weeks ago, I was watching Monk (the best TV show ever) and in a scene in which Monk feels left out because of all his fears, phobias and paranoia’s, he says, “I’m so tired of being different. I’m exhausted.”

This phrase sat in m mind and heart for days. Days turned to weeks, weeks, to months. Then, I realized why I couldn’t get it out of my head- I felt what he had said. Being different hurts. It hurts and hurts, and it eats away at people. Being different- being smart, being kind, being a good person- it isn’t liked to the world. The world confuses cruelty with strength, and therefore thinks cruelty is the norm. Remember that, you bigoted bastards, every time you tease a gay person, or call someone a nigger.

It’s like what Avril Lavigne sang:

“How does it feel

To be

Different from me-

Are we the same?…”

Gathering Sunshine

This poem I thought was so cool, I needed to put it up on my front page. Enjoy it, or I’ll make your life a living hell.

I gather the SUNSHINE

        For the winter is gray

                It is grayer than grayer

        Than a thousand storms

                                                                        And colder than colder

Than a thousand seas

And darker than darker

Than a thousand nights

So I gather the sunshine

For the winter is hard

So the sun and I may shine again

And we will shine

And shine

And SHINE

Come to the Dark Side! We Have Cookies.

According to the newest research by Professor HongSheng Zhao of the University of St Andrews in Scotland, dark energy and dark matter are possibly created via something called “dark fluid” (what an original name, you worthless turd). The dark fluid creates dark matter and energy much the same way Earh’s atmosphere creates clouds- some energy arises and clumps together to create something (like clouds), while others collapse and become something completely different (like rain).  Apparently, this would explain why the universe doesn’t expand faster than Dave O’neil does at a Christmas dinner.  Well, whatever, we may never know shit about the universe.  Too bad.

 

Yay! It’s Metaphorical Puberty!

Today is the Spring Equinox! It’s the time when the sun arises from the earth, and the world breaks free from the cold bonds of the winter. The sun evolves from a weak, watery light to a huge shining globe of flame and hope… sorta like its going through puberty. It’s also the time when the animals come out of hibernation and… fuck each other. Isn’t life just full of sex? I think when the Goddess was making the world, she was watching porn. Ugh. I’m not going there. Anyhoo, in celebration of the Spring Equinox and the return of the Sun from the night, taped a note to a balloon and set it free at sunrise. I put my e-mail on the note, and I’m hoping someone responds. YAY ME, BITCH. OR WHATEVER.

Imaginarily Real: The Weaving of the Dreaming into Reality

When I went to check in on the website “Reality Sandwich” (it’s in my blogroll, check it out), I found this awesome clip in the Psyche Section of the wesite.  It really was strange, yet I’ve found I’ve actually been doing this ever since I’ve been a little kid:

Urban Dreamscape

Jennifer Dumpert

“During the early 1990s, I lived at the corner of Avenue A and 5th Street in New York, as urban as it gets. Amidst homeless guys slumped on the sidewalk near the fetid rotten trash and the constant blaring of car alarms, it’s hard to feel holy. Instead of the overcrowded, dirty city, I longed for sacred space: a holy grove of venerable, ancient oaks that pagans of old might have danced around; the hallowed ground of a secluded desert spot where wise elders could have conducted ceremonies; a windblown spot by the stormy ocean with rocks that might move a Shinto priest to enshrine them. How do you get to hallowed ground from the East Village when you haven’t got a dime?

On a sweltering, sweaty day in June of 1993, I strolled down St. Mark’s Avenue with my mind on a dream from the night before. I had some form of this dream regularly, still do, actually. It’s annoying. In the dream, I discovered I’d never actually finished my B.A. and had to go back to university and live in the dorms for one more semester. As I walked and remembered, I happened to look up and notice an unusual relief carving of a family crest or shield on the pointy peak of a roof. It stopped me stock still. Even though I passed that way almost daily, I’d never noticed it before. And then the idea, the kernel of thought that turned into a practice. It felt like sudden revelation, though in retrospect I see how many books, reflections, and other practices funneled into the moment. Who knows how new ideas form. But in that second I perceived something very important: The best way to live in a sacred place is to make the place where you live sacred. I began that process then and there by mentally superimposing my dream onto the architectural feature I’d just noticed.

And so began the practice. I placed dreams using imagination and visualization to imprint images, sensations, and stories onto notable architectural features of the East Village, mostly buildings but also cracked sidewalks, soot covered sculptures, and wall murals. My method for weaving my dreams into the city borrowed heavily from ancient Art of Memory practices and traditions of Australian aboriginal Dreamtime traditions. ”                                                                                                                                                       Now back to me.  Ever since I was a little kid, obsessed with stories like “Harry Potter”, “The Wizard of Oz”, and “The Circle of Magic Series”, I’ve woven my dreams and fantasies into my life, making the ever-dull world of mortal mundanity a little more interesting, sort of like what the kids in the story “Bridge to Teribithia” did.  For example, when I visited San Fransisco, I crossed the Golden Gate and id not see a big red bridge.  I saw a huge gateway between the commonlands and the entryway to the ancient palace of the land’s Gentry.  The Opera House becomes a Great Hall in the castle, the streets an ancient labyrinth which surrounds the old halls and secret hidden places of the palace.  It’s definitely strange doing it as a teenager, but it really sparks imagination.  You should try it.