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Yo! My name is Jack, but for the longest time people have called me Jackie Boy. For the life of me, I can't figure out why...but, you know...nicknames seem to stick like flesh to hot leather if you have one.
razz If any of you want to know, I am young, in college getting my BA in English with a minor in drama and then attempting to find my passion in life once I graduate. I love reading, writing, drawing, video games, film, music (mostly any kind but some days have different tastes than others), and for the time being I am working a dead end job in one of the major retail chains in Canada (for barely above minimum wage).
I enjoy drinking a warm cup of Earl Grey tea on a cold and dreary day while reading my assignments or just any book that I can get my hands on. Right now, I'm drinking tea whilst watching House on DVD.
smile I log onto this site mainly to do puzzles but sometimes I just enjoy crawling the site, except for the forums... I dislike those because I have very few people on there that I can turly hold a conversation with.
An awesome passage from an wicked book Mississippi Sissy by Kevin Sessums:"Shame," came the utterance, "shame," the "sh" of it like the rustle of that imagined petticoat Epiphany always longed for when she'd slowly twist her hips back and forth and pretend she had one on, "shame," that phantom sound now found. I swallowed hard and sashayed through the crowd as if it were I who had on Epiphany's make-believe clothes. I threw my bewigged head back in defiance. I made sure my "Dare I?" demeanor did not crack. This was for my mother. This was for myself. This was who I was. If death-- my father's shocking one the year before, my mother's encroaching one at any moment-- was making me, back in that meanspirited Mississippi year of 1964, a pity-worthy spectacle for fellow Mississippians to focus on and feel less bad about the belligerence they were displaying in all its ugly glory for the rest of the country to behold, then I would take up its mantle and make the spectacle my own. No longer would I be the child for whom overweening sorrow was a parental replacement. No longer would I be the vessel for sympathy so that the sympathizers, through a sadness that was not even theirs, could cleanse themselves of their sinister culture and the sinister politics it bred. With a pride that confounded all who were in my path that night, I decided I'd go ahead and be the sissy everyone said I was. Let them whisper as I walked through them all. "Shame." "Shame." I would really give them something to fret about, to fight against. I might never be a woman. "Shame." I might never be a man. But I would always be a witch. The world could kill my parents, I reasoned, but I could kill it right back by being otherworldly. I would show them that a sissy could be just as sinister as they all were. I had had enough. "Shame." I felt like I was going to s**t. "Shame." "Shame." I shuddered at my power.
And here's a quick summary of the story in case this made no sense to you (despite the fact it was powerful all on its own so I thought it would be cool even if you don't know the story):
This novel is about a young boy in Mississippi who loses both his parents by the time he's eight. He was always a weird one, he liked girly things instead of boy things. This passage happens at Halloween, after he's already lost his father and his mother is at death's door. He wanted to go as a witch for Halloween, dress and all, and this is where the passage takes place; just as he enters his school's Halloween party.
Stolen from error[dot]exe (who stole it from
Gender Talk and edited by moi)
My fave authour has to be Langston Hughes though because of his inspirational poetry... here's an example...
I, TooI, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed---
I, too, am America.
Genius ChildThis is a song for the genius child.
Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Sing it softly as ever you can---
Lest the song get out of hand.
Nobody loves a genius child. Can you love an eagle,
Tame or wild?
Can you love an eagle,
Wild or tame?
Can you love a monster
Of frightening name?
Nobody loves a genius child.Kill him--- and let his soul run wild!
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