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Dear Father Thursday March 28, 2013
What I have learned this year is that college is really no different than high school. The people are the same, there are just more of them now. But what I find to be truly redeeming are those few who stand out, who are individuals, who can think for themselves and not be afraid to do so.
Unfortunately, these people are scarce in the world. But I think that makes them all the more valuable and awe-inspiring.
I believe that we are ourselves through other people and, during this year I have had the freedom to explore exactly who I am, what I like, what I care about, and how I think. I am doing all of this through others because THEY have given me the chance to see other views of the world.
But what really astounds me is how quickly we bond, share memories, laugh and cry, and how quickly those same peo
What I need to sleep...Something comforting. Cuddling. Something bright like flowers. Happy and all. But something like Alex’s comforter and blankets: heavy and comfortable. And warm. And easy to fall into. Easy to doze off.
Make me tea? Never push me out your door when I come in my pajamas, unable to sleep. Boil the water for me and soothe my thoughts with violins stringing their way through classical music.
Rub my back? Remind me that everything’s gonna be all right. That the sun will shine but the moon is temporarily taking her place.
And speak to me. Because your words are most comforting. They reassure me that I have friendly company. That I’m not just in this alone; I have people who Love me.
for a night like this, when my brain is all frazzled and I can’t make my eyes close of my own will….
Please let me fall asleep in your bed.
Get you out of my brainHi Love:
I'm just writing to let you know I still have your shirt
and your pants, sweater, camisole, converse,
socks and bag.
I've got a lot of your things and the moments pass.
You are so far away, but dear one, I kiss this shirt
and you're back in my arms.
I'm just writing to let you know I remember what your lips feel like
and how we communicate over spacetime.
Because I had this dream last night, you were staring
into my eyes.
I had to turn my back. Do what you gotta do.
I want you to know it's not to offend you.
Darling, you've just been so blue.
But I'm wearing your shirt, right?
The one with the numbers, the digits, black and white.
Thinking how beautiful of a thing, such a delight.
And I was just telling Stephy this:
Anyway, it's comforting to have in case I miss her or am thinking of her. She can always sleep with me again and hug me like we're friends.
I'm sitting in my math class. And I'm thinking.
I'm thinking: Where ARE you?
What are you up to these days? Are you
still in school, and if so, how are your
How is your romantic life?
Home life? How are your friends doing?
I know you love them so much.
I'm wondering: What is your LIFE like?
I haven't heard from you in forever, and
I'd love to know.
What was your last weekend like?
Have you been safe? (You know I don't believe
you when you say you have been.)
Is life worthwhile?
I feel like my life is making this big
loop and I just wanted to check
in with you,
to ask how you're doing.
You had me at 'love'.I never heard from you again.
I texted you. The fact that you were in the hospital concerned me. I called you and left a voicemail. I didn't want to be put on the back burner and ignored.I came back from vacation.
I went on vacation. I think that's where I realized it. It was your birthday. Happy birthday, I don't want to bother you.
We rolled around on the beach. We kissed under the sun. You found me. I had to remind you.
We had sex. I came to your house, but when did you come to mine? We had sex. I made you food.
You texted me "I love you" frequently. You helped my family move into our new house. We sat in your car. You soothingly rubbed my back. You understood. We talked about my fears of a relationship. I'm scared of love; I'm scared to trust.
I was happy to have you. I couldn't stop listening to Owl City. We hung out. We went for walks on the beach.
We were friends. I missed you. You came back from military school. You were gone for a really long time so I kept track of the days u
Happy birthday to youHappy birthday to you.
19 years ago, maybe I was born, but look: you were born too.
When my being was released into this world, I needed you in my life. This was predetermined. I needed you, and so you too were created. We are parts of a whole and I am so glad to have you in my life.
Without you, I would not be me. Without you, I would be lost, I would lose purpose.
So you were made. But it is also important to note all the other people that were also made. We are all parts of a whole. I need them just as you and I need each other. In essence, they are a part of you as well. There are people you were given when you were born in this world just as there are people who were given to me.
We are supposed to find each other.
We are supposed to love each other.
We are supposed to learn from one another.
I cannot be me without you.
You teach me so many things. I am oftentimes in awe of you. You inspire and amaze me and I'm not the only one.
Every day I need you. Even after you leave me, I rem
The Kindest Thing You Could Have DoneThe kindest thing you could have done
Was to turn me around
When I was least expecting
And kiss me.
It opened up this
whole new world,
That was lovely
That cared about me
That loved me for who I was,
not what I did.
The kindest thing you could have done
was to show me that light
The one radiating out of your soul
But I don't think you'll remember it,
so I'll keep the memory all to myself
watching and waiting...
The past on a shelf.
I'll think of it when I'm lonely
and never forget
The time we spent together,
or a poetic quip.
Gender and Society's Expectations In "Believing Is Seeing: Biology as Ideology," Lorber discusses the idea that gender comes from society, not from hormones or physiology, while Dworkin and Messner expand on this thought process in "Just Do… What? Sport, Bodies, Gender". Women are expected to be muscular, but only enough as to meet the standards of the societal norm and still be attractive. The article on gay and lesbian studies adds to the argument by stating that heterosexuality and homosexuality are also byproducts of a hegemonic ideology. Without society telling us what is and is not homosexual or heterosexual, male or female, attractive or unattractive, our interest in what is or is not would also decline. The bottom line is that gender is an ideology even though many are led to believe gender is biological.
Lorber makes it apparent in her essay that gender is not a physiological normality. Instead, it is an idea constructed from decades of social order exigencies. The idea that the "man" should hold all th
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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