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"From a professor who just testified in Congress, to a White House adviser appearing before a Jewish group and a former Marine driving home from work, Muslims across the country were shocked, angry and afraid that the attack would erode efforts to erase anti-Islamic stereotypes. Many Islamic leaders said the Fort Hood tragedy that left 13 dead and 30 wounded including the alleged gunman, Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, could likely post the sternest test for U.S. Muslims since the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks. “A lot of us work very hard for this country, to make America a better place,” said Muqtedar Khan, a progressive Muslim scholar who has just given Congressional testimony on U.S. foreign policy in Afghanistan before Thursday’s attack. “And this one nut like Maj. Hasan comes along and in one crazy episode of a few seconds he undermines these years and years of hard work we are doing to make American Muslims part of the mainstream in the community."
— The Associated Press: Another attack leaves US Muslims fearing backlash (via retropolitics)
so exhausted, but made very very happy. and alone. but its okay. i feel comfortable.
i wish i could have gone to your party. i really want dessert.
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.”
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We’re moving house today, and I feel like this.
Front cover, Bangor (Maine) Daily News, Wednesday, November 4, 2009.
There are people who celebrate keeping people who love each other apart. There are people who make it their pathetic life’s work to keep two people who belong together from not being together. There are people who revel in not letting others be genuinely happy, and making them feel like second-rate citizens in their own country, for the want of “preserving tradition.”
These people are assholes.
peterwknox: Seconded.
Thirded.
Fourthed.
Fifthed.
WOMEN SHOULD NOT BE MASTURBATING!!!!
At least that’s the position of the backward priests at Duke University who have a big problem with a study that is examining the efficacy of sex toy parties as an alternative to risky promiscuous behavior on campus. The basic idea is… if girls lose their inhibition towards sex toys and masturbation, they would engage less in risky sexual practices.
But the priests got pissed because girls should not be masturbating. The wise catholic priest said…
I don’t think it’s a good developmental practice to just tell somebody to just sit around and masturbate.
You can file this right next to the Pope’s statement that ‘Condoms caused the increase in aids in Africa’, which, of course, are all in the folder ‘sex is bad’.
But I do agree with the churchy people in one thing… the solution to the “promiscuity” problem is not sex toys. I say the solution is 1) teaching them how to be safe when they have promiscuous sex, and 2) teaching them to stop linking their own sexuality to their self worth. Owning your sexuality and acting on it, for you and no one else, is not a reflection of the way “you value yourself”. That fucked up idea was created by religion (AKA insecure old men) to make girls feel bad about their bodies and their desires.
So as for the sex… they should keep up the fucking. It makes for a better world.
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the fucking thing is lady,
good things happen to bad happen and bad things happen to good people and there is no predetermination and there is no fucking karma, but there are hormonal imbalances, and cancers inherited genetically, and you can’t always get what you want. and you can’t tell me that there is a reason why, for some high purpose, a child gets raped. or a mother gets cancer.
so fuck manifesting your destiny, i’m going to stick to cocktail waitressing and living in this fucking reality but fucking thanks for trying.
okay.
so i took this class, by bartering for pr work, on meditation, imagery, and breath work.i’m skeptical to these types of ‘classes’ anyway but wanted to learn how to better control my anxiety through breath technique. (fail.) i’ve known the teacher of the class, a pyschotherapist for my entire life in various personal capacities. Primarily, as their former nanny/babysitter. Known to be extremely manipulative, I was hesitant to commit but after talking with her even more hesitant not too as I was feeling quite vulnerable and was willing to try anything, besides anti-anxiety/antidepressant meds to help gain some semblance of inner control of thoughts.
The three classes were…. uneventful… one lady who took the class called it pyscho babble. A whole lot of manifesting your destiny, you can have anything you can imagine, nonsense.
After being off nuvaring for six weeks, I feel completely back to my normal self. The classes, I decided were not for me. And trying to squeeze more freelance PR work into my already packed schedule was doing anything but destress me. I also declined to take a private therapy session to “reprogram trauma” I experienced as a child. It was one hundred and forty dollars, and that was fifty percent off. That is an absurd amount of money for a broke college student and I simply could NOT work it out.
I politely called to explain….
The backlash was absolutely ridiculous. Any and all fears and anxieties I had discussed in class were completely thrown in my face. She told me this was all my fear and panic talking. I was told that the reason why I was leaving the class was completely because of my ego and that if I wanted to take the private session, all I had to do was ask the universe for it and someone would hand me a couple hundred dollars. NO, seriously, she said that. She also told me this was the only opportunity I have to get better, the only time, the only way, this is my window, the class. And if I don’t which, I don’t have a choice she said because I committed, I would end up with cancer like my mother, because “cancer is the suppression of anxiety.” I wish I could say I was shocked but now I am just furious with myself for getting sucked in.
