You can ring my bell
At this time of year it seems bad enough to venture out and have to deal with the frigid weather, the throngs of people clambering for supposed bargains and the sickly sweet greetings of ‘Merry Christmas’ or ‘Happy Holidays’.
I have mixed feelings on Christmas.
The parent in me when I was raising my daughter really enjoyed the magic and enchantment that I saw through her eyes when she was young enough to still ‘believe’.
Now my daughter is an adult and for me the Christmas period is just another excuse for excess.
One of the most annoying aspects that I encounter at this time of year are the incessant Salvation Army bell-ringers who loiter around the front of stores trying to shame and guilt trip you into depositing change into their Christian cauldrons.
The Salvation Army being a Christian organization has had certain problems especially with their stance on anti-gay viewpoints.
They are advocates of referring people to ex-gay ministries where you can ‘pray the gay away’.
Of course the pray away the gay crowd has no basis in fact and has been debunked by the psychiatric/mental health industries as crap.
So when I go out and see these people peddling and begging I don’t give in to their agenda simply because of what they stand for and represent. They always remind me more of the middle ages when people would shout ‘bring out your dead’ after the plague hit rather than a joyous Noel.
TDB.
Sistah Code
(A response to the Bro Code)
You know the phrase
Sistahs before mistahs,
Chicks before dicks,
Then this will give you the fix
You need to grow the fuck up
And be the woman you always
Could be,
See, women understand 3 things:
One night stands don't take away
Your angel wings or halos,
But it shows that you understand
Your body needing to feel
Sexier and wetter and hotter
Than icy evenings on Main Street.
Two broken puzzle pieces of
Relationships don't make for a
Good match,
Especially if they are still trying
To patch the holes
With their exes,
And the fight of the sexes
Turns you off.
Threesomes are fucking awesome.
Do them often,
Live in the moment,
Because it will only last that long.
You are no man's fourth place
Or honorary mention
Because the tension in the room
After fucking your best friend's man
Should never be repeated,
Or forgotten.
His rotten soul isn't worth
Your cornucopia of fruits
That present themselves with
Every lame ass pick up line.
Honey, you're more than fine.
Stay away from the drama
And stay away from the baby mama
Attitude around your sugar daddy,
Because pregnancy isn't so sweet
When you're standing on your bare feet
Trying to raise a baby with a man
That doesn't understand what
Respect is.
Sister, no mister cool is gunna
Make you feel like a hip hop queen
And Ace Hood needs to go back
Into the woods because
Goodness isn't seen in
Going Loco Wit The Cake.
You don't have to bake if you
Don't want to,
And you're free to choose
Your fancy high heeled shoes
Or your Nikes.
Come out to open mics
And meet Mikeys,
But don't psych yourself out
About your psyche.
You were made to be a
Beautiful woman,
A goddess in your own right,
A monster in bed,
And you can give head
With attention to the details.
This Sistah Code is meant to
Derail the train taking us
To oppression and misogyny
And teach us about self respect
And mahogany
Skin like a lady,
Dance like a maiden,
But hold onto the stainless steel
Insides that made you who you are
Because you are an Iron Maiden,
A rock in the hard place,
Rolling yourself free from
The heavy metals,
And you are beautiful, sister.
So stick to the code,
And learn binary code.
10101110 - one with no other
Because alone, you are enough.
-Seraphine the Poet
Viva Uruguay!
In the United States and all over the world, drug prohibition is big business. With countries wasting millions and billions of dollars each year, incarcerating their own citizens for non-violent “crimes,” that in reality are little more than personal health issues, the need for alternative solutions could not be overstated. At a time when funding for schools, pre-K, after school programs, as well as social programs such as food stamps are being cut, states are still paying anywhere from $18-50,000 a year to lock another human being in a cage without any thought given to rehabilitation, or what caused them to be in that situation in the first place. No doubt repeating a cycle that caused so many to either use or find a way to profit from the sale of drugs, this countries instances on locking away its own citizens is an appalling reality that should force those given to hubris to reexamine the perceived greatness of such social systems.
Not satisfied with remaining a part of this rapidly failing system, the most recent country to follow in the footsteps of countries such as the Netherlands, Portugal, and states such as Washington and Colorado is Uruguay, where a bill that would create a state run cannabis industry, has just cleared the second level of Uruguayan senate, and is expected to be signed into law by President Jose Mujica very soon . Although this has not gained them much favor within the United Nations, where adherence to the Convention on Narcotic Drugs of 1961 is still expected to stand, despite kit being a complete and utter failure in decreasing the availability or quality of drugs all over the world. Creating criminals out of citizens , and funding countless cartels, that have proven to be excessively violent, the current system is not working and thus it is time that we try some new approaches. As a proud citizen of Colorado and the world, i will celebrate the success of our Amendment 64 which takes effect here in Colorado in less than a month, and stand with countries such as Uruguay, that are brave enough to say enough is enough. Viva Uruguay!
-Joshua Genius
Lonely
Is a special kind of crazy. Makes you do and say things you wouldn't under sober circumstance do. A feeling of being eaten alive until you start to chew on someone new. I try not to think about her with her mouth full. I'm trying not to eat anyone I don't love. I keep throwing up reasons why we're both better off this way but it just makes me feel like I'm starving myself, at a vain attempt to make me feel better. The truth is, I knew this. Who she was, more than she did. But I thought with enough time things would work out. Settle down. But it turned out, there are no exceptions for growing up. No substitution for trial and error. And your gut, will never lie to you. I'm on a hunger strike against Love. Ghandi is telling me not to fight myself, eat up. Find solitude in the silence and a healthy appetite will come back to me in time. Pray daily, that we nourish the heart, and not the holes howling inside us. That we learn to dance to that savage singing, but never memorize the words, the meaning. I need a healthy diet, feed the spirit, not gorge myself, to kill this feeling. But I'm starving at the moment.
-DCR
