Nov. 4th, 2004

cerulean_sky: ([c c] hatred (miyu))
I know of at least one republican on my flist, so you're free to disregard everything but the last part of this post.

It's Thursday now. It's Thursday, and this country doesn't have a new president. It has one that somehow got elected again. The sad thing about this, is that there's no way to challenge this. He won this time. There were no disappearing ballots from Florida. ( There was the whole Nevada thing, with them ripping up democratic ballots, but that's a little different. Not much, but a little. ) Not this time.

And suddenly my faith in this country has gone out the window. (It already had a foot out the door when the country ( I use the term very generally here, I know, so don't hurt me ) fought to ban gay marriage. )

It's sad, but I actually have a hard time figuring out why people like Bush. And there are only two reasons that I could accept ( though I still wish to change these people's minds. ) One: Their parents are republican, and so they were raised to be republican. Two: Religious values. More than half the people who were/are pro Bush are for him because they think he is for something that he isn't actually for. And it's not small things. It's things that Kerry clearly said he was for. It's not like the information was hidden. They just asumed that because they were republican, and they believed such-and-such a thing, then their canidate - the republican, of course - must, of course, be for that such-and-such a thing as well. When in fact, they are/were wrong.

But, being who I am, I'm desperately seeking some solace in the deep dark back rooms of my mind where everything is alright and no one can hurt me. Because I dislike politics and news and current events because, despite everything, they seem to shatter whatever control I have on my life, and then I lose what sanity I ever had. ( Trust me, it's happened. I know what happens to me. And it's not a good thing. ) I cannot watch the news, or read the news paper, because something in me dies when I do. And instead, I am now surrounded by this tragedy and am consequently being very slowly killed. I can feel the last walls I've surrounded myself in shattering.

Call me stupid, call me shallow, call me whatever the fuck you want, I will not get involved. I will not get involved in this more than to say, something must be changed.

Finally, in order to make my the little room more secure I'm desperately looking for music ( even though my hard drive is getting full and I have almost no disc space. ) So give me music recs. ( Especaially you, Jaida. I meant to remember what we were listening to at your dorm, but I can't at the moment. ) So give me recs, please.
cerulean_sky: ([saiyuki] bunny man)
I actually just had the most terrifying moment that I've had in a long time.

My Mother: What's slash?
Me: *blink*
My Mother: Like, in fanfiction and things, what's slash?
Me: Uh... male/male relationships.
My Mother: Oh! How interesting! So in fanfiction it's just taking two characters and writing a relationship about them.
Me: Uh, yeah.
My Mother: Is there a female equivelent?
Me: Femslash.
My Mother: Interesting...

Seriously, for my mother to ask me that is terrifying to me. They don't know that I write slash fanfiction ( they do know that I write fanfiction though ) and that I like writing about guys being gay ( to put it bluntly. ). They also don't know that I have a LiveJournal (and may it stay like that until I leave for college. ).

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I'm a: 20-something, fantasy writer, deep thought thinker, sometime knitter, bookstore browser, amateur cook, journaler, cat owner, cheap wine connoisseur, ancient and medieval history lover, occasional philosopher, avid reader, museum wanderer.

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