The Bookworm Returns! *da da na*

Well, in relationship news, I finally came to my senses. Maybe for real, this time. I wish I could have seen his face when I ended it, though; I did it so I wouldn't hurt him, but I'm afraid I hurt him anyway. I can't win, can I?

I've been reading so much in the last few days, which is amusing, after having barely picked up a book as summer (HBP notwithstanding). In the last three days, I have read three books, totallying about 2000 pages or more. The Autobiography of God was very good and rather thought-provoking (I'll be writing a religion rant about it at some point) and I suggest you read it, but I'm not sure you'll understand all of it if you don't have a thorough working knowledge of Judaism. The Riddles of Epsilon was also very good, and surprisingly scary at the end, but I guessed the ending ahead of time, so I either outsmarted the author or the general audience is pretty dumb, because I so saw it coming even as it freaked me out. Across the Wall, a book of Garth Nix short stories, was sadly disappointing. The Abhorsen one was good, as well as the two Authurian ones, the western, and the "create your own adventure," but the rest were mediocre at best, and there was nothing to connect the stories but the fact that he wrote them. One day I want to be a famous enough writer that people will publish anything I write, even if it is illogical drivel.

Speaking of books, UMCP is on my shit list. They still haven't put up the book lists for the fall semester. This will mean that I'll be forced to buy the books from the school, which is much more expensive. *grumbles in annoyance*

Bed would probably be a good idea right now. The plan for tomorrow is writing like a fiend, watching taped Stargate, and installing computer games on my desktop for the brother. I have to track down some of the old discs so I can take them with me to college. . .

The Bookworm Returns! *da da na*

Well, in relationship news, I finally came to my senses. Maybe for real, this time. I wish I could have seen his face when I ended it, though; I did it so I wouldn't hurt him, but I'm afraid I hurt him anyway. I can't win, can I?

I've been reading so much in the last few days, which is amusing, after having barely picked up a book as summer (HBP notwithstanding). In the last three days, I have read three books, totallying about 2000 pages or more. The Autobiography of God was very good and rather thought-provoking (I'll be writing a religion rant about it at some point) and I suggest you read it, but I'm not sure you'll understand all of it if you don't have a thorough working knowledge of Judaism. The Riddles of Epsilon was also very good, and surprisingly scary at the end, but I guessed the ending ahead of time, so I either outsmarted the author or the general audience is pretty dumb, because I so saw it coming even as it freaked me out. Across the Wall, a book of Garth Nix short stories, was sadly disappointing. The Abhorsen one was good, as well as the two Authurian ones, the western, and the "create your own adventure," but the rest were mediocre at best, and there was nothing to connect the stories but the fact that he wrote them. One day I want to be a famous enough writer that people will publish anything I write, even if it is illogical drivel.

Speaking of books, UMCP is on my shit list. They still haven't put up the book lists for the fall semester. This will mean that I'll be forced to buy the books from the school, which is much more expensive. *grumbles in annoyance*

Bed would probably be a good idea right now. The plan for tomorrow is writing like a fiend, watching taped Stargate, and installing computer games on my desktop for the brother. I have to track down some of the old discs so I can take them with me to college. . .

Pass it On... AWARNESS

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. I wish 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.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

Pass it On... AWARNESS

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. I wish 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.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

It's really interesting when someone reads something you've written and takes it a totally different way. And by interesting, I mean troublesome. And by troublesome, I mean problematic. I can be blunt at times, people, please get used to it.

In other news, the keyfic is going along swimmingly. And I started the "intimate" scene. I'm a terrible person, though, because I'm totally helping perpetuate the "good sex" myth. Ah, well, did I mention that I'm a hypocrit, too?

And the plan for tomorrow includes spending oodles of time on the phone to Gateway to figure out why the desktop's monitor is being bitchy. I love how I have to install of the brat's games on my old comp, and then I have to troubleshoot, too. *le sigh*

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

It's really interesting when someone reads something you've written and takes it a totally different way. And by interesting, I mean troublesome. And by troublesome, I mean problematic. I can be blunt at times, people, please get used to it.

In other news, the keyfic is going along swimmingly. And I started the "intimate" scene. I'm a terrible person, though, because I'm totally helping perpetuate the "good sex" myth. Ah, well, did I mention that I'm a hypocrit, too?

And the plan for tomorrow includes spending oodles of time on the phone to Gateway to figure out why the desktop's monitor is being bitchy. I love how I have to install of the brat's games on my old comp, and then I have to troubleshoot, too. *le sigh*