It’s going to be a while before I make seitan buffalo wings from scratch again. I like to cook and I did it for a good cause (the Halloween party benefit for Working in the Dark), but these babies are time-consuming! Fortunately, the wings that I taste-tested were nothing short of sexcellent.
Speaking of the Halloween party, YOU should come! It’s (technically) tonight in Lansing, Ill. at 8 p.m. Message me for more details.
There are a lot of things that young people hear from adults that can be disregarded, but the importance of using condoms is not one of them!
1. My graphic imaging teacher told me that I was a “good student.”
2. There was a girl in my history class dressed up as Nicki Minaj.
3. There was a guy in my history class wearing a shirt that said “SWAG.” According to a friend of mine, the shirt said “SWAGGIN’ ALL DAY AND NIGHT” on the back.
4. My English teacher doesn’t think I’m a jerk for the Kreayshawn thing.
5. We had a Halloween party in newspaper that was pretty awesome because a lot of people actually brought in food.
6. I have an A in Pre-Cal right now.
7. The yearbook adviser’s freshman student aide basically talked to me for five minutes about how he thought I was really cool. It was so adorable.
8. I hung out with my momma all last night. We went out to get wigs and food for Halloween.
I just applied for University of Missouri - Columbia (Mizzou). I haven’t paid the application fee yet because I haven’t told my mom. Let’s see how this goes…
For Halloween, I should just be a gravelly-voiced middle-aged woman who makes sassy, cynical comments about men.
I thought today was going to be hellish and stressful; it was not. Fuck yeah!
I got an 1810 on my SAT. It’s obviously not “HOLY SHIT AMAZING” but I’m really happy about it considering how every exam like this that I take is usually soul-crushing.
Ralph is free!
I just talked to Devin on the phone. He’s been released; Ralph is still locked up. According to Devin, the protestors who have been released are now “occupying” the police station.
I bought a copy of FRUiTS magazine today. How legit am I?
I am on a bus. MoMo is the best thing since cold soup.
I wrote this post. It’s still true though.
when he’s least expecting it, carve a pentagram in his chest and begin summoning satan
Currently watching Rollins Band music videos on YouTube instead of packing for a school trip. ~WHATEVER~
Trigger warning for partner consent issues, rape
At first, I didn’t know what she meant. She spoke so softly I had to lean across the table to hear her. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” she said, “but sometimes I really don’t want to have sex. Sometimes I do, but not as often as you want it. And sometimes I want to tell you ‘no,’ but I can’t bring myself to do it. So I try and send you signals, hoping you can just tell how I’m feeling. But that doesn’t work, so it’s… it’s just easier to say ‘yes’ or just say nothing at all.”
My face flushed. I felt nauseated. I thought instantly of the previous night, where we’d grabbed what I thought was a hot half-hour when my roommates were both gone. Katie had seemed so passionate when we’d been making out, but then gotten very quiet once all our clothes were off. I’d told myself she wanted to have one ear cocked for the sound of a key in the door. I hadn’t considered—or hadn’t wanted to consider—the more obvious possibility: she was trying to tell me that she didn’t want to have sex.
I looked out the window. I couldn’t meet Katie’s eyes. My gaze fixed in the distance, my voice trembling, I asked what seemed the only possible question: “Are you trying to tell me I raped you?”
I was in my first women’s studies course, and just the previous week we’d been reading about sexual violence and the law. In class, where I was one of only three men, I’d felt rage thinking about all of those cruel assholes who didn’t understand that “no means no.” But now a dark and unseen possibility was opening up: not every “no” could be spoken. Maybe, I realized, sometimes even a quiet “OK” could be a “no” in disguise.
Katie started to cry. “Oh God, Hugo. No. Not rape. It’s just… I wish you could tell the difference between when I really want you and when I’d just rather be held.” She began to cry harder. “Fuck. It’s all my fault,” she wept. “I can’t expect you to be a mindreader. I’m so sorry.”” —
So much of the activism against sexual violence posits rapists as a subspecies of human, deliberately malicious, a separate breed that - if eradicated - will solve all our problems. Yet how often do we look into ourselves to see if we are part of the problem?
Perhaps when we consider the idea that we could be abusers too - want it or not - we can start coming up with more solutions that don’t assume Good/Bad splits, that don’t force assumptions of “They can’t have done that, they’re a GOOD PERSON!”, that doesn’t also end up finding fault with the victim because they weren’t perfectly innocent.
I wish I had the courage to have this conversation.