InsaneJournal

Current mood:

cynical

Where No One Knows My Name
I want long hair. I want to be the sexy beautiful young girl I was in high school.
I want short hair. I want to relive my boy-hood with the fearless androgyny that I adored.

The Drop Box layout is finally fixed. At least I believe so and am waiting impatiently for my writer partner to get back to me.

Patrick. Weight. Health.
I've been gaining more weight lately thanks to an on going joke-text rampage between Patrick and myself. I'm surprised, and yet not surprised how quickly our friendship has grown and just how close we've become in the last few months. We're both skinny bastards, so I hope it's working out equally on both sides for our self confidence and health.

Virginity
I don't like announcing personal things, but recently I joined the world that has experienced sex. Why didn't I say 'lost my virginity'? Because that's such a load of bull.
Started reading 'The virginity myth' in chapters a month ago and it really made me think and has kept me thinking since. There is no true term for virginity, and the fact that girls have been raised to see it as this great burden to protect really bothers me as media screams that men just want us to be raging sluts. Where's the middle ground, and what's our worth if we're not pure? We are guided purely on the fact that if we are not pure at marriage we aren't worth anything, rather then if we're a good person, have wealth, or intelligence. This really insults me.
I don't want to break your brains with it hear, but ask if you want to see that hilarity of me ranting on the real term of virginity.

Work. Sexual Harassment. Self Worth
As I grow closer to other people, I stop caring and push away from my family. I just don't care for their bullshit drama and want to be rid of it. I'm afraid of September and what lies ahead.
I was really pissed off earlier in the week and brought back to good humor by Patrick after someone at work decided to repeatedly grab my chest. Reported, of course. Some joking comment that Jaymac made two days later really stuck a cord in me too, about how boys are more important then girls and back in the old ages boys were dressed in blue [the color of heavens] to help ward off demons that wanted to steal them while girls were dressed in red [later pink.] because demons didn't care. Yeah, that probably didn't help my mood.

Not a feminist, I term myself an individualist for my ability to shift between groups and fractions of people and get along with most of them. But I majorly disagree with a lot of society. Personally. I like to think I'm worth a helluva lot more to this world and there's no scale of purity that can match up to what I'm bringing. Anyone else can say that same? I hope so, because as women - this world wouldn't exist as it stands.

I was going to talk about something else, but I forgot and just going to hop off and hope that I can get some work done today. Cha. Gooddays.