December 2010
new years resolutions:
try more drugs.
try to love my body more.
pass two more semesters of grad school.
be more thankful.
“I’m on stage at a Star Trek convention, and I’m wearing my Shinzon makeup and...”
– Tom Hardy on his weirdest dream
a rant on my atheism
many atheists argue that there is no god because there is no proof of a god. this is a weak argument because people who beleive in god argue that there need be no proof, because they are people of faith. religion, or rather my lack of religion/spirituality, has never revolved around proof or lack of proof. i believe truth is relative and many things we think we know are illusions. but somewhere,...
Health is not a virtue. It’s a privilege (and one the disabled don’t have). Fuck that. You don’t have to be healthy. You don’t owe it to anyone. Why do we so often value “taking care of yourself” over qualities like patience, honesty and kindness? Self-care is great, but it’s not a measure of your worth. Working out and eating “right” do NOT...
“i wondered if the old guy’s wife ever thought about him. i decided she didn’t or if she did it wasn’t really in the way he thought about her. the whole earth crawled with sad, hurt people like him.”
“those sundays were good, though, most of those sundays were good, a tiny light in the dark depression days when our fathers walked the front porches jobless and impotent and glanced at us beating the shit out of each other, then went inside and stared at the walls, afraid to play the radio because of the electric bill”
“you know, a sexual orgy is the loneliest place in the world. those orgies—i felt a sense of desperation—those cocks sliding in and out, legs locked, fingers working, mouths, everyone clutching and sweating, and determined to do it—somehow.”
“her eyes always had that frantic, lost look. he could never cure her of that. sometimes after lovemaking a temporary calm would fill her eyes, but it never lasted.”
