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I finally uploaded some videos I made for SG almost a year ago to Youtube... since I can't upload them on SG for some reason.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Since I'm still in bed doing pretty much nothing, I've decided to have another print sale to clean out my inventory. How exciting!
5x7's are $10, larger sizes are $15 (typically 8x12, but some bigger)! Plus shipping and handling.
Buy 3 and get 1 free!
Send me a pm with:
-Your SG Name and real name
-your email linked to your paypal account
-your address
-Print album and #'s:
Example:
Print album 1: #2, #4
Print album 2: #6, #19
You pay $30 for 4 prints!
Print Album 1: 19 prints
Previews:
Print Album #2: 20 prints
Previews:
5x7's are $10, larger sizes are $15 (typically 8x12, but some bigger)! Plus shipping and handling.
Buy 3 and get 1 free!
Send me a pm with:
-Your SG Name and real name
-your email linked to your paypal account
-your address
-Print album and #'s:
Example:
Print album 1: #2, #4
Print album 2: #6, #19
You pay $30 for 4 prints!
Print Album 1: 19 prints
Previews:
Print Album #2: 20 prints
Previews:
Mount Dora only has 4 more days before it has been in Member Review for a month, and its chances of getting picked for the front page get slimmer after that. I’m hoping it will still be picked up… I need another set live on SG! 
In other news, dating situation seems to be going very positively. All things considered, I’m pleased with myself and the progress I've made.
I’ve had a bit of a depressing day. I went out last night with an old acquaintance who moved back to Orlando after she broke up with her fiancée. Her reason? He beat the shit out of her three months ago, and she finally left him. Last night was filled with a lot of conversation about men who beat women, the women who put up with it, and I got really pissed.
There is no excuse for abuse. None, whatsoever. But women (and the less commonly abused men) and the whole of society puts up with this shit! Abuse seems so common in today’s world that people have gotten desensitized to it. I would never be friends with someone who I knew hit a woman (or sexually abused one, whatever). I would never be friends with a woman who abused her “loved ones” either. But I have friends, good people, who will hang around the abusers and almost make excuses for them, “Well, there was alcohol involved. I would never hit a woman, but, you know, his situation was fucked up.” Or, “well, I’d never date him, but he is ok to have as a friend.” I got really pissed last night at the two people I was holding company with who said those things. I almost got so mad that I was about to say that they were no longer my friends, even though neither of them have ever abused anyone.
What I also don’t understand is women who don’t fight back. I understand why a lot of men don’t hit back when they get hit by a woman, and I respect that. I do think they need to remove themselves immediately from the situation and not put up with it, but, in most cases, the man is still more physically able than the woman. In the reverse situation, especially when you’re afraid that your abusive partner is trying to KILL you, then why the Hell wouldn’t you fight back? I know that one of the arguments for passively taking a beating is that if you fight back, it will only be worse, and he will get madder and hurt you more or get revenge on you later. Ok, I kinda understand that, but we are also talking about repeat situations. There would be NO later if I ever got into situation like that. If a mother fucker ever raised a hand to me that would be the last fucking time I would see that man outside of court. And you better believe I’d try to break every finger that he laid on me.
Fuuuuck. I’m still really angry. I’m not sure what to do about my friends. I will express my opinion that I think it is fucked up that they are still friends with assholes like that, and by doing so, I believe they are condoning their behavior. After that, I dunno. We will see what happens.
Picture for you!
In other news, dating situation seems to be going very positively. All things considered, I’m pleased with myself and the progress I've made.
I’ve had a bit of a depressing day. I went out last night with an old acquaintance who moved back to Orlando after she broke up with her fiancée. Her reason? He beat the shit out of her three months ago, and she finally left him. Last night was filled with a lot of conversation about men who beat women, the women who put up with it, and I got really pissed.
There is no excuse for abuse. None, whatsoever. But women (and the less commonly abused men) and the whole of society puts up with this shit! Abuse seems so common in today’s world that people have gotten desensitized to it. I would never be friends with someone who I knew hit a woman (or sexually abused one, whatever). I would never be friends with a woman who abused her “loved ones” either. But I have friends, good people, who will hang around the abusers and almost make excuses for them, “Well, there was alcohol involved. I would never hit a woman, but, you know, his situation was fucked up.” Or, “well, I’d never date him, but he is ok to have as a friend.” I got really pissed last night at the two people I was holding company with who said those things. I almost got so mad that I was about to say that they were no longer my friends, even though neither of them have ever abused anyone.
What I also don’t understand is women who don’t fight back. I understand why a lot of men don’t hit back when they get hit by a woman, and I respect that. I do think they need to remove themselves immediately from the situation and not put up with it, but, in most cases, the man is still more physically able than the woman. In the reverse situation, especially when you’re afraid that your abusive partner is trying to KILL you, then why the Hell wouldn’t you fight back? I know that one of the arguments for passively taking a beating is that if you fight back, it will only be worse, and he will get madder and hurt you more or get revenge on you later. Ok, I kinda understand that, but we are also talking about repeat situations. There would be NO later if I ever got into situation like that. If a mother fucker ever raised a hand to me that would be the last fucking time I would see that man outside of court. And you better believe I’d try to break every finger that he laid on me.
Fuuuuck. I’m still really angry. I’m not sure what to do about my friends. I will express my opinion that I think it is fucked up that they are still friends with assholes like that, and by doing so, I believe they are condoning their behavior. After that, I dunno. We will see what happens.
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I'm feeling contemplative yet again....
Our notions of reality
Of separateness
We draw lines around ourselves
And say, “This is so.”
But yet the lines we draw
Are shadows
Made up of a handful of leaves
That turns into a carpet of sand
We call a particular grouping of molecules
A human
And say it thinks and feels
We give it a soul
Call ourselves spirit
Different, above
But I’m confused to why
To what
Makes us truly human
Or what that even means at all.
I never felt god through a bible
On my knees
Or in a church
I’ve never seen a soul in a picture
Just in dirt
God only whispered in the pasture
Through the grass
Lying under an open sky
And I wonder if we borrow spirit
From the wind
What truly keeps our bodies from splitting into dust?
The line in-between life and death
Constantly redefined
Some humans have dead eyes
While a rock can hum alive
These notions
The lines that separate us from the earth
I often would like to erase them
And become one with the night sky.
Our notions of reality
Of separateness
We draw lines around ourselves
And say, “This is so.”
But yet the lines we draw
Are shadows
Made up of a handful of leaves
That turns into a carpet of sand
We call a particular grouping of molecules
A human
And say it thinks and feels
We give it a soul
Call ourselves spirit
Different, above
But I’m confused to why
To what
Makes us truly human
Or what that even means at all.
I never felt god through a bible
On my knees
Or in a church
I’ve never seen a soul in a picture
Just in dirt
God only whispered in the pasture
Through the grass
Lying under an open sky
And I wonder if we borrow spirit
From the wind
What truly keeps our bodies from splitting into dust?
The line in-between life and death
Constantly redefined
Some humans have dead eyes
While a rock can hum alive
These notions
The lines that separate us from the earth
I often would like to erase them
And become one with the night sky.
I’m sick to my stomach
Sickened by your lies
And the mouths that repeat them
Vile serpents hissing in tongues
Damn you
For your arrogance
For your hypocrisy
Dark spirits hiding under a guise of light
You know nothing of truth
You practice slander and deny it
Gossip flows from your mouth
But you can’t see the evil in your homes
You preach to judge not lest you be judged
Yet you crucify your own.
The day will come when I am vindicated
And you will fall.
Read the writing on the wall
All Your sins have been catalogued
And by your duplicity
You shall be sentenced.
Sickened by your lies
And the mouths that repeat them
Vile serpents hissing in tongues
Damn you
For your arrogance
For your hypocrisy
Dark spirits hiding under a guise of light
You know nothing of truth
You practice slander and deny it
Gossip flows from your mouth
But you can’t see the evil in your homes
You preach to judge not lest you be judged
Yet you crucify your own.
The day will come when I am vindicated
And you will fall.
Read the writing on the wall
All Your sins have been catalogued
And by your duplicity
You shall be sentenced.
