( Attention Bisexual, Pansexual, Fluid + Queer-identified Youth (25 and under) Robyn Ochs, Editor of the quarterly newsletter 'Bi Women' invites you to submit pieces for the Spring 2010 issue )
yes please DO X-Post
yes please DO X-Post
- Location:at my writing desk
- Mood:creative
- Music:'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga
So since it's been a while since anybody except that Lezzie Porno dude wrote something, I thought I'd bring up this issue. Perhaps it's redundant, but I don't wanna have the latest post on our community to be slash fiction.
Say you're a girl. You date another girl. The GLBT community welcomes and applauds you, you are a true bisexual free to fight for the Community and make educated decisions and views.
Now say you date a guy. You're now straight. You enjoy all the benefits of heterosexuality so you must be one and gawd forbid you want to get married. Traitor! GLBT matters shouldn't concern you anymore, breeder.
I had a lesbian friend say "What do you care?" when I was excited Idaho had allowed gay marriage. I hadn't ever been as offended by a friend.
This is what I deal with along with many other bi girls who are with a XY. This makes me furious for a few reasons:
EDIT://
If a woman is bi and is with a woman--she is still bi. She is not a lesbian because she is in "a lesbian relationship."
If a woman is bi and is with a man--she is still bi. She is not straight because she is in a "heterosexual relationship."
Say you're a girl. You date another girl. The GLBT community welcomes and applauds you, you are a true bisexual free to fight for the Community and make educated decisions and views.
Now say you date a guy. You're now straight. You enjoy all the benefits of heterosexuality so you must be one and gawd forbid you want to get married. Traitor! GLBT matters shouldn't concern you anymore, breeder.
I had a lesbian friend say "What do you care?" when I was excited Idaho had allowed gay marriage. I hadn't ever been as offended by a friend.
This is what I deal with along with many other bi girls who are with a XY. This makes me furious for a few reasons:
- So if I'm straight when I'm dating a man, am I asexual when I'm single? No because sexuality is an inherent part of me. It's like my shoe-size or my blood-type. I get some people are more fluid but for me it's part of who I am and who I am is not who I am with.
- I'm 90% dyke so when I hear that I'm straight all of a sudden it makes me furious to think of the barsexuals who get praised for making out with one girl once (Katy Perry anyone?).
- Pretend I was the straightest thing in the world. I am still allowed to care about LGBT issues. Where would any minority movement be without majority support?
EDIT://
If a woman is bi and is with a woman--she is still bi. She is not a lesbian because she is in "a lesbian relationship."
If a woman is bi and is with a man--she is still bi. She is not straight because she is in a "heterosexual relationship."
- Mood:
calm - Music:I'm A, Peaches
# 93: The Curse of the Blue Figurine by John Bellairs:
Synopsis: Ebil finds a new home in the soul of Johnny Dixon, a pudgy, near-orphan in 1950s Massachusetts, who stumbles into a trap laid by an evil sorcerer/Catholic priest.
( Nothing says festive holidays like a good old fashioned evil curse. )
Night lay over the little cluster of green-roofed cottages. Now dark clouds came rushing in to cover the stars, and it rained. Wet drops pattered on the slanted roofs and on the gravel path. It rained for half an hour, a heavy pelting downpour. Then the clouds, driven by a strong wind, blew on past over the ragged top of Hellbent Mountain, and the stars shone down once again. Instide the cabin Johnny and the professor slept on. The chain lock and the sliding steel bolt held the door fast. But what was this? A tiny tinkling sound, and the chain fell from its groove.
Synopsis: Ebil finds a new home in the soul of Johnny Dixon, a pudgy, near-orphan in 1950s Massachusetts, who stumbles into a trap laid by an evil sorcerer/Catholic priest.
( Nothing says festive holidays like a good old fashioned evil curse. )
Important to say this book was based on TV show Criminal Minds, which is my current guilty pleasure.
That being said, on with the review.
( Finishing School )
- Mood:
angry
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
renaissance2010Turning to photography as a creative outlet during a valiant fight with breast cancer at age 34,
renaissance10 survived and set up a photo contest to help raise funds for the Lavender Trust, a nonprofit that provides information and support to younger women with breast cancer. In the first two years, the competition brought in over £65,000 (that's $107,260.73 U.S.!), with entries from 130 countries last year. Renaissance10 recently joined LiveJournal to meet other passionate photographers and find supportive friends.![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
curiouscupcakesHoly buttercream frosting! If you have a sweet tooth for sugary goodness or a wandering eye for whimsical confection, this is pure ecstasy iced in deliciousness. Hailing the beloved cupcake as the artisinal canvas of choice, you'll enjoy recipes, photos, and bountiful tips to bake up a batch, whether your taste leans toward French classics or funky and flavorful.
mission101With New Years in the offing, it's an ideal time to reflect on past accomplishments, make peace with disappointments, and refocus the lens on future goals. This community welcomes you to create a bucket list of 101 things you plan to accomplish in the next 1,001 days. Offering support, guidance, and inspiration, this is a great way to jumpstart those pesky resolutions.
'Depression is a sign of weakness'
old age is a sign of meekness
how I longed to face you
and make you eat those words
you calmly spat in my face
announcing to the world
my situation
with such subtle humiliation
it was not warranted or appreciated
only these eyes shot sparks
blinking back retorts
remaining calm when I wanted nothing more
than to flip this table
smash out every window
start a world war
walk out that door
He misses her,
yet he's never truly alone
while I'm shrugging off ghosts
blowing dust off the phone
belittle my name
telling me how I'm to blame
while relatives siphoned
all the generosity from me
forgetting all the times
they used me as some crutch
left me all alone
as they played the weekends away
So I stood my ground
feeling like I've some nails to pound
temples throbbing like a simpleton's stammer
this situation is quite damaged
need to put a damper on these feelings,
before I end up screaming
crucified on the inside,
Jesus...
mathiasthom
written 12/28/09
old age is a sign of meekness
how I longed to face you
and make you eat those words
you calmly spat in my face
announcing to the world
my situation
with such subtle humiliation
it was not warranted or appreciated
only these eyes shot sparks
blinking back retorts
remaining calm when I wanted nothing more
than to flip this table
smash out every window
start a world war
walk out that door
He misses her,
yet he's never truly alone
while I'm shrugging off ghosts
blowing dust off the phone
belittle my name
telling me how I'm to blame
while relatives siphoned
all the generosity from me
forgetting all the times
they used me as some crutch
left me all alone
as they played the weekends away
So I stood my ground
feeling like I've some nails to pound
temples throbbing like a simpleton's stammer
this situation is quite damaged
need to put a damper on these feelings,
before I end up screaming
crucified on the inside,
Jesus...
mathiasthom
written 12/28/09
Imagine a meeting in the flesh
not as you are now,
but how you appeared back then
to the time of peer pressure
equivalent to standing on a precipice,
cracking beneath a hot, angry fissure
a time of unwanted leisure
He was there,
standing with his back to the wall
waiting to make his exit
this was not his game
already pegged as strange
objects exploding all around him
heading for a predetermined fall
Drawing lots is a fool’s game
when one already knows the eventual outcome
its easy to walk away from this
there's the door over there
with the hulking presence of authority
breathing down your neck
undressing you with coal black eyes
hoping to exploit perceived weakness
Disarming them all
with a saccharine smile
running around that corner
to an open doorway
beckoning with sunlight, wispy clouds
and the attention span
of a sugar spun child
Late December
when did it pass?
receded to the back recesses
fading in the forgotten smoke
this spell quite broken
with the frailty of despair
yet, I remembered you
mathiasthom
written 12/27/09
not as you are now,
but how you appeared back then
to the time of peer pressure
equivalent to standing on a precipice,
cracking beneath a hot, angry fissure
a time of unwanted leisure
He was there,
standing with his back to the wall
waiting to make his exit
this was not his game
already pegged as strange
objects exploding all around him
heading for a predetermined fall
Drawing lots is a fool’s game
when one already knows the eventual outcome
its easy to walk away from this
there's the door over there
with the hulking presence of authority
breathing down your neck
undressing you with coal black eyes
hoping to exploit perceived weakness
Disarming them all
with a saccharine smile
running around that corner
to an open doorway
beckoning with sunlight, wispy clouds
and the attention span
of a sugar spun child
Late December
when did it pass?
receded to the back recesses
fading in the forgotten smoke
this spell quite broken
with the frailty of despair
yet, I remembered you
mathiasthom
written 12/27/09
# 92: Slow Dance in Autumn by Philip Lee Williams:
Synopsis: World's worst PI (who has read every book in creation) skulks around Atlanta screwing up a case, banging one of the players and drinking his own liver in a blender. It's like if Sam Spade sucked at being a detective and went on a bender.
( Oh yes. You read that correctly. Like a patient etherized upon a table. Mm-hm. )
The Blaze Motel was usually below industry-standard occupancy because the rooms were never held more than two hours at a time. It consisted of two cinder-block wings painted an appalling yellow, with a gravel courtyard in the middle. The office was in front of the building on the right. I parked and went in and took Ginny with me. Huel Toomey was the proprietor, and when I got inside, he was standing on the cluttered desk, holding a copy of Stockman's Journal and trying to squash a spider that was scuttling frantically across the ceiling.
Synopsis: World's worst PI (who has read every book in creation) skulks around Atlanta screwing up a case, banging one of the players and drinking his own liver in a blender. It's like if Sam Spade sucked at being a detective and went on a bender.
( Oh yes. You read that correctly. Like a patient etherized upon a table. Mm-hm. )
This is a story about the first time I had sex with another woman. I too am a woman. If this offends you please read no further. Judy and I had been friends since we were little girls. We hung around together, double dated, and shared our experiences with each other. We had apartments in the same building. One Saturday I walked down the hall to Judy's place to spend time with her. Little did I know what would happen that special afternoon. When I arrived at Judy's apartment I let myself in as I always do. I walked toward the kitchen and was about to call out when I noticed her sleeping on the couch. She was nude and laying on her back. One of her hands was between her legs, rubbing her pussy. I just stood and watched her play with herself for a few minutes. Seeing her slowly masturbating in her sleep somehow turned me on. I felt that familiar tickle between my own legs as she rubbed and probed herself. I had on only a robe with nothing underneath so I reached down and rubbed my own crotch just a little. It felt good so I did it again. Judy seemed fast asleep but for her hand movement so I continued to rub and play with myself while standing over her, watching her. I could feel myself getting very wet between my legs as I slid my fingers back and forth in my slit. It felt so good and I was getting so turned on that I couldn't stop, though I knew I should. I then stuck first one finger, then two, into my wet hole. As I inserted the third finger into myself I gasped at the pleasure. I saw Judy's eyes open and a wave of sudden embarrassment swept over me. I wanted to run and hide, but I just froze, standing there with my fingers deep inside me, still probing, as if they had a mind of their own. I felt uneasy that I was this turned on from watching another woman, my best friend, masturbating. Judy just smiled at me and I noticed she was still rubbing herself too. In fact I saw she was doing it harder. She whispered for me to come closer, and I did, walking toward the couch with my hand still working at my wet and hot pussy. When I got close she reached out with her free hand and pulled me down to a kneeling position next to her. Then she pushed the robe from my shoulders and I let it slip to the floor. I was now naked like her. read more at my bisexual dating bisexual stories blog
Book Blog Dedicated to Paranormal Romance Books. Suggestions and Comments are More than Welcome.
Visit my Website:
Follow me on Twitter:
http://twitter.com/RedWineandVamps
Email Me:
#91: Chile Death by Susan Wittig Albert:
Synopsis: Breezy, sassy culinary mystery featuring the unsinkable China Bayles, this time helping her shot-in-the-line-of-duty boyfriend get out of his depression by assisting when he judges a chili cookoff. Which totally would have worked had someone not dropped dead in the middle of the contest.
( Yeah, I'm just going to read them in the order the library flings them at me. )
"Sure, come on over," shae said, when I reminded her that our morning conversation had been interrupted. "In fact, come for supper. I made potato salad and marinated some chicken. Clyde's gonna put it on the grill so's I can take a load off my tired feet. We won't have a thing in the world to do but sit in the yard and criticize his cooking."
Synopsis: Breezy, sassy culinary mystery featuring the unsinkable China Bayles, this time helping her shot-in-the-line-of-duty boyfriend get out of his depression by assisting when he judges a chili cookoff. Which totally would have worked had someone not dropped dead in the middle of the contest.
( Yeah, I'm just going to read them in the order the library flings them at me. )
# 90: Ice Storm - Anne Stuart:
Synopsis: Coolly unemotional superspy Isobel Lambert takes on the job of a lifetime when she volunteers to bring in international terrorist "Serafin", a man who, eighteen years ago, she shot and killed, thus dooming herself to a life of superspyingness. Ing. Ness.
( Three guesses where this is headed. )
Madame Isobel Lambert was exhausted. It had been a draining weekend in the Lake District--she'd played with her hosts' obstreperous children, gone on long hikes, eaten too much rich food, drank too much red wine, wrestled with her conscience and killed two men. All that without a cigarette. She was not in a good mood.
Synopsis: Coolly unemotional superspy Isobel Lambert takes on the job of a lifetime when she volunteers to bring in international terrorist "Serafin", a man who, eighteen years ago, she shot and killed, thus dooming herself to a life of superspyingness. Ing. Ness.
( Three guesses where this is headed. )
The National Union of Jewish LGBTQQI Students's 14th annual conference will take place January 15th to the 17th at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. As usual the conference will be held over a weekend, and co-hosted by a campus Hillel, the NUJLS leadership conference features workshops, services, community building, and social time. This year's keynotes are Rabbi Bradley Artsen, Dean of the Ziegler School of Rabbinic Studies and comedian Dana Goldberg!
We welcome students from all sorts of backgrounds (religious, not, newly out, not, liberal to conservative, and more). Workshops, speakers, and text studies address such topics as Judaism and homosexuality, activism, relationships, ethics, coming out, and politics. Last year more than one hundred students came from across the United States and Canada to participate, and we anticipate a similar turnout this year! Registration ($80) includes meals (all kosher), housing, and all conference events. Travel and registrations subsidies are available upon request (in the registration form). View past schedules and register at http://www.nujlsonline.org/conferencein
We welcome students from all sorts of backgrounds (religious, not, newly out, not, liberal to conservative, and more). Workshops, speakers, and text studies address such topics as Judaism and homosexuality, activism, relationships, ethics, coming out, and politics. Last year more than one hundred students came from across the United States and Canada to participate, and we anticipate a similar turnout this year! Registration ($80) includes meals (all kosher), housing, and all conference events. Travel and registrations subsidies are available upon request (in the registration form). View past schedules and register at http://www.nujlsonline.org/conferencein
- Music:Blackmore's Night - Ivory Tower | Powered by Last.fm
A monster
that is what you make me out to be
A monster
that is what you think of me
Let’s pause for a while
this world is too fast
never finding a reason to smile
your 'darkness' is all an act
In a black mood
with a cloud to match
hovering over your head
some wild storm coming up fast
Don't need the calmness
centered in the eye
or another line
to follow suit
What's the matter with you?
is this another ruse?
just light the stinking fuse
an eruption long over due
Blow up, explode
shudder and gasp
grow up, implode
self awareness beyond your grasp
Say anything
then back peddle on it
there is always someone meddling
with their hands full of it
Misleading gestures
with a sign language all its own
there are no sign posts
when you're thrown into this world,
disowned
mathiasthom
written 12/24/09
that is what you make me out to be
A monster
that is what you think of me
Let’s pause for a while
this world is too fast
never finding a reason to smile
your 'darkness' is all an act
In a black mood
with a cloud to match
hovering over your head
some wild storm coming up fast
Don't need the calmness
centered in the eye
or another line
to follow suit
What's the matter with you?
is this another ruse?
just light the stinking fuse
an eruption long over due
Blow up, explode
shudder and gasp
grow up, implode
self awareness beyond your grasp
Say anything
then back peddle on it
there is always someone meddling
with their hands full of it
Misleading gestures
with a sign language all its own
there are no sign posts
when you're thrown into this world,
disowned
mathiasthom
written 12/24/09
I feel trapped
I am in Hell
stuck in this body
this ugly situation
should be getting better
but it has become like prison
and familiar faces have become
complete strangers to me
Am I really so different?
Walked further off the path then you
had to see the road ahead
but I might as well be dead
for all the good it didn't do
The sun is shining
on only a select few
but all I have is my poetry
I am such a tool
Now don't get upset
just talking trash
wondering how long
ill fortunes might last?
four days until another holiday
absent family will leave me alone
won't even bother to phone
never even asked me to come home
friends that mean well
are too far away
I keep on changing
this situation keeps rearranging
finding it all quite damaging
another scar for my soul
but I still have control
pushing it all away
sailing out a window
whether it is night or day
sometimes I can't even fathom
wondering why life seems completely random
The sun is shining
on only a select few
but all I have is my poetry
I am such a fool
mathiasthom
written 12/21/09
I am in Hell
stuck in this body
this ugly situation
should be getting better
but it has become like prison
and familiar faces have become
complete strangers to me
Am I really so different?
Walked further off the path then you
had to see the road ahead
but I might as well be dead
for all the good it didn't do
The sun is shining
on only a select few
but all I have is my poetry
I am such a tool
Now don't get upset
just talking trash
wondering how long
ill fortunes might last?
four days until another holiday
absent family will leave me alone
won't even bother to phone
never even asked me to come home
friends that mean well
are too far away
I keep on changing
this situation keeps rearranging
finding it all quite damaging
another scar for my soul
but I still have control
pushing it all away
sailing out a window
whether it is night or day
sometimes I can't even fathom
wondering why life seems completely random
The sun is shining
on only a select few
but all I have is my poetry
I am such a fool
mathiasthom
written 12/21/09
Sending out Christmas cards
containing visual bragging rights
an odd line that is an email address
a photograph of an imploded life
Somehow, feeling no connection
forty -two years to answer to
nothing is stable, or even vertical
there is no reason to respond to you
Such an in denial stranger
sharing the same last name
the same rushing blood
pounding through miles of veins
Looking for similarities
lost in a conundrum of complexities
this world is infertile and barren
impotent, vacant eyes duly staring
Already 2 years have passed
since the last forced gathering
hoping this silence will last
beyond the point of bickering or caring
The accumulating dust silently gathers
on the discarded envelope
destined for a cleansing by fire,
ashes to useless ashes
mathiasthom
written 12/21/09
containing visual bragging rights
an odd line that is an email address
a photograph of an imploded life
Somehow, feeling no connection
forty -two years to answer to
nothing is stable, or even vertical
there is no reason to respond to you
Such an in denial stranger
sharing the same last name
the same rushing blood
pounding through miles of veins
Looking for similarities
lost in a conundrum of complexities
this world is infertile and barren
impotent, vacant eyes duly staring
Already 2 years have passed
since the last forced gathering
hoping this silence will last
beyond the point of bickering or caring
The accumulating dust silently gathers
on the discarded envelope
destined for a cleansing by fire,
ashes to useless ashes
mathiasthom
written 12/21/09
I have two apologies/disclaimers to make.
1. I know this is a bisexual community and usually I try to stick to issues pertaining solely to that.
2. Some of the things I list as "masculine/manly" I totally get that a lot of girls like to do. I suppose I'm just putting it in there to emphasize a point.
But the point is I just uploaded a new picture. I've considered myself bigendered for a long time. It leads to a hell of a lot of complications. Like trying to explain to a boyfriend when I'm with men sexually, I see myself as a male. Some other things that come with the territory for me are: feeling completely comfortable with facial hair and a package, loving to put on makeup, loving dresses, loving tuxes, loving to make love to men as if I were one, loving to work out and build things, wearing clothing that accentuates my chest, wearing clothing that hides my chest, feeling I am a he or a him, feeling I am a she or a her, etc.
It's tough because I'm not transgendered (I thought I was once) and I'm not a butch anything (even as my male persona I'm androgynous). I'm just two-spirit. My female name is Arden, my male name is Stuart.
Thought I'd just write this in case my beard raised any questions.
1. I know this is a bisexual community and usually I try to stick to issues pertaining solely to that.
2. Some of the things I list as "masculine/manly" I totally get that a lot of girls like to do. I suppose I'm just putting it in there to emphasize a point.
But the point is I just uploaded a new picture. I've considered myself bigendered for a long time. It leads to a hell of a lot of complications. Like trying to explain to a boyfriend when I'm with men sexually, I see myself as a male. Some other things that come with the territory for me are: feeling completely comfortable with facial hair and a package, loving to put on makeup, loving dresses, loving tuxes, loving to make love to men as if I were one, loving to work out and build things, wearing clothing that accentuates my chest, wearing clothing that hides my chest, feeling I am a he or a him, feeling I am a she or a her, etc.
It's tough because I'm not transgendered (I thought I was once) and I'm not a butch anything (even as my male persona I'm androgynous). I'm just two-spirit. My female name is Arden, my male name is Stuart.
Thought I'd just write this in case my beard raised any questions.
- Mood:
nervous - Music:Bad Romance, Lady GaGa
Title: Kiss of Midnight
Author: Lara Adrian
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publishing Year: 2007
Pages: 402
Rating: 3.5/5
Synopsis: He watches her from across the crowded dance club, a sensual black-haired stranger who stirs Gabrielle Maxwell's deepest fantasies. But nothing about this night- or this man- is what it seems. For when Gabrille witnesses a muder outside the club, reality shifts into something dark and deadly. In that shattering instant she is thrust into a realm she never new existed- a realm where vampires stalk the shadows and a blood war is set to ignite. Lucan Thorne despises the violence carried out by his lawless brethren. A vampire himself, Lucan is a Breed warrior, sworn to protect his kind- and the unwitting humans existing alongside them- from the mounting threat of the Rogues. Lucan cannot risk binding himself to a mortal woman, but when Gabrielle is targeted by his enemies, he has no choice but to bring her into the dark underworld he commands. Here, in the arms of the Breed's formidable leader, Gabrielle will confront an extraordinary destiny of danger, seduction, and the darkest pleasures of all...
Verdict: I enjoyed this one. It was easy reading and very very hot... bordering on the verge of erotica in my books but I liked that. The storyline left me wanting a little more and the action wasn't anything to write home about. But alas it was good easy reading and I'm looking forward to continuing the series with Kiss of Crimson. The romance was the center of this book and I feel maybe to much so. The plot lacked because of the strick focus and it was a little predictable. I do love my vamp-erotica though and this book dished it out in spades! Quick, easy and HOT! read!
Books Count 2010: N/A
- Location:In My Room
- Mood:accomplished
Profile
- nights_lost
- nights_lost
Page Summary
- bisexual_world :: bialogue : [Bi Women]: Call For Submission - Spring 2010 issue will be BI YOUTH [+1]
- bisexual_world :: lokiiago : The Bisexual Dilemma [+23]
- 0bsessed_reader :: oddmonster : Review: The Curse of the Blue Figurine, by John Bellairs [+0]
- 0bsessed_reader :: amandhatubbs : Finishing School, by Max Allan Collins [+0]
- lj_spotlight :: ljspotlight : Homepage Spotlight 12/28/09 [+1]
- lj_spotlight :: ljspotlight : Homepage Spotlight 12/28/09 [+2]
- lj_spotlight :: ljspotlight : Homepage Spotlight 12/28/09 [+1]
- queerpoets :: mathiasthom : Siphoned [+0]
- queerpoets :: mathiasthom : Sugar Spun [+0]
- 0bsessed_reader :: oddmonster : Review: Slow Dance in Autumn, by Philip Lee Williams [+0]
- bisexual_world :: butterflyco : 1st lesbian experience [+23]
- 0bsessed_reader :: redwineandvamps : Book Blog [+0]
- 0bsessed_reader :: oddmonster : Review: Chile Death, by Susan Wittig Albert [+0]
- 0bsessed_reader :: oddmonster : Review: Ice Storm, by Anne Stuart [+0]
- bisexual_world :: devrose : Attention: Queer Jewish Students [+0]
- queerpoets :: mathiasthom : Disowned [+0]
- queerpoets :: mathiasthom : The Sun Is Shining On Only A Select Few [+2]
- queerpoets :: mathiasthom : Conundrum [+2]
- bisexual_world :: lokiiago : Out on a Limb. [+7]
- 0bsessed_reader :: loststjude : Kiss of Midnight [+0]