I am meant to be going down to Dorset with a friend in about an hour or so until late Thursday night. I haven’t done my washing so i have one pair of jeans which are already dirty. Infact, a second glance has shown me that all my clothes are dirty. He is going to love me.
However i have packed face wipes and an umbrella. Oh yes.
it's pretty simple actually.
Attracted to girls (Y) (N)
Attracted to guys (Y) (N)
Attracted to both (Y) (N)
I don’t mean to sound rude, but no it isn’t as simple as that.
People have such a difficulty with it partly because they feel they need to identify with a sexual orientation. Why do they feel this way? Because it can make things easier. Because it might make them feel a bit more normal. Because people like you feel the need to belittle them and be right. Sometimes the sexual orientation that person has decided they identify most with still doesn’t fit the bill.
You may be male and identify as straight. One day you begin to have feelings for another male. Can you imagine the confusion, denial or even self hatred that could cause someone?
I’ll be honest, i would love to be 100% straight. I would love to not have to feel confused, i’d love to not have to beat myself up and i’d really like to feel normal. I don’t want to put a name on my orientation but at the same time i do, i really do. There is so much inner conflict, i can’t really explain. It gets me down sometimes.
I’m sorry if you don’t understand, but i’m sure many people would appreciate it if you tried to find out.
True, I'm really looking forward to the continuation of series 6 in the fall. There will be plenty of new twists that will throw everyone off guard, there's no doubt about it. Which is why I LOVE Doctor Who. :)
That whole message is why i would LOVE to know who you are
Genna visited her grandmother, humming all the way there. “Come in,” the warm, welcoming voice echoed down the gingerbread house walkway. With a skip in her step, Genna flashed a grin, picked a candy cane from her grandmother’s patch, and walked in.
“My, you look famished and exhausted!” Genna’s grandmother noted without even looking at Genna.
“Yeah, well, I took a tumble down Candy Lane and I have the bruise a size of a mint patty on my forearm. It’s alright though, I was proper laughing.”
The grandmother was smiling as she turned her head, but abruptly turned irate. “DID YOU PICK FROM MY CANDYCANE PATCH?!”
“NO, no, I swear it! I didn’t!” Genna hid the candy cane from her advancing grandmother and froze.
The grandma grinned. “Don’t be afraid, my dear.” She creeped around Genna, circling her, and locked the front door.
Genna made a leap for the door. The grandma seized her with both hands, one embedded in Genna’s hair, and the other nearly tearing apart her shirt. “Please, please! I just ordered this from the internet!”
“FUCK THE INTERNET!” Grandma yelped as she tossed Genna into her tea collection. Genna went unconscious. The grandma wobbled over to her candy cane stash.
When Genna awoke, she went to rub her eyes, but a force stopped her. She could hardly look down to see the source of her discomfort… but there it was. Genna was suspended on the ceiling, her skin hooked and woven with hardened candy canes. These weren’t just normal candy canes—these candy canes are injected with titanium. Grandma eats these in place of her tea time.
Genna screamed and wailed, but no one was around. Her grandmother made sure the gingerbread house was built on a secluded location.
Genna grinned at her with such intensity that the grin could only be described as a rapist’s ‘me gusta.’
“Now, my dear, hang tight! I’m going to go fetch some firewood,” she cackled.
As soon as the grandma shut the door, Genna struggled for her liberty.
In a resounding pop, the candy canes all along her upper body region freed and tore her skin to shreds. She could almost reach the lock on the gingerbread house door. If she could open the door, she figured, its weight would pull her as it swung open, possibly freeing her from her snare.
Genna had her hand around the lock but it was much too strong—she knew she had no chance against an ex-roller derby participant. Her grandmother was fierce.
Genna had to eat her way out. She had much practice doing this, though, if you know what I mean.
She licked and sucked and grabbed at the lock. She even talked sweet to the lock to see if it would budge. “Just a teensy-weensy centimeter, please!”
All of the metallic candy canes had ripped off of her except one on her foot. This one acted as the last resort, the true anchor to Genna’s slavery. It was hooked through her foot, scraping against the bone and her muscle tissues that were never meant to be scraped against, no matter how rough she liked it.
Genna had no choice. She heard her grandmother’s soft whistling coming from the candy patch.
Genna gave up gnawing at her ankles. She began melting a trench in the wall of the gingerbread house with her saliva. She managed to break a block of the wall in which the final candy cane was anchored.
She hobbled away with her clonking ginger bread bricked foot and jumped into a bush. The leaves got all up in her open wounds, but she was as silent as she was when that bit of meat was discovered in her vegetarian dish.
“GENNA, ARGH!” Her grandmother scoured the area for any signs of Genna, eventually turning her cry into “GENNARGH! GENNARGH!”
Her grandmother quit yelling after a few hours, shrugged, and retired inside to watch the latest episode of Doctor Who.
Genna escaped and found a wolf pack to fit into. She ended up blending pretty well, what with the rugged scars from the metal candy canes. Genna was eagerly accepted into the group of wolves because the gingerbread block bound to her foot fed the wolf pack for a week.
To this day, Genna still has that last candy cane stuck in her foot.
Thus concludes the origin of the name “Gennargh.”
I am going to post this because it did just make me laugh quite a fair bit. However as it’s long and creepy and, well weird, i will remove it a bit later. I’M CALLING YOU ARIZONA FROM NOW ON
It all started off dreat, had a few drinks/laughs, my Amy Pond and Rose Tyler, just had a good time. When the evening came to an end everyone left the bar to go for a cigarette, except i was sort of oblivious to them all going out and didn’t know they wouldn’t be allowed back in. I wasn’t feeling too great, a couple things people had said earlier at the bar had made things a bit weird. I was pretty deep in thought when a security guard came over and asked if i was okay, biggest tear trigger ever. I just burst out crying. I still don’t get why. Was crying for ages, she was really nice though. I feel like i can use the phrase “an all time low” appropriately here.