Dirty LooksDon't cellophane the roses
they can't breathe under your denial of their needs.
They can't be watered down to nothingness
by the will of your want for them not to be -
don't wrap them up, packaged neatly
the way that would would like them;
that's not how things grow or bloom.
They can't flourish without their roots, let them feel them!
Let them have them! Let them remain grounded
and unafraid of your storm or governance.
Don't cellophane the roses
with tidy little labels to explain their 'mutations'.
Don't tell children not to touch them if they have
more thorns than usual, brighter petals, less fragrance -
don't corner them and cube them into segregation
so they remain separate from the wildflowers
that you happily let trail all over - no!
Don't cellophane the roses
just because you've never seen them before.
Living as an AsexualA lot of people have asked me a lot of questions about asexuality, and do you know what? That's a good thing, I'm glad people are asking questions. From someone who is asexual, the concept is kind of easy to grasp, but I'd imagine to allosexual (non-asexuals, which should just be "sexual people" imo) people, saying you don't want to have sex is like saying that you don't want to eat food. It's not abnormal, but it seems like a sign of something legitimately being wrong with that person. To tell you the truth, given the choice about being allosexual or asexual, I wouldn't know which I'd pick. They both seem to have a lot of advantages and disadvantages.
I am an asexual male. Particularly a sex-repulsed asexual male. Not all asexuals are sex-repulsed, but I am. Sex-repulsed means that seeing genitals of either sex, no matter how physically appealing they might be, or even the act of sex itself makes me feel legitimately disgusted. Now, let me be perfectly clear: I am not against people h
A Guide to Writing Combat-Related Mental IllnessComing Back from Combat: A Writer’s Guide to Combat Related Psychological Illness in Fiction
The aim of this guide is simple: plenty of people want to write about war, to explore it, to understand it and understand soldiers they know who are in it or have come from it. But, often times putting the aftermath, the pain, and the psychological impact war has on the mind into words is difficult to do well.
This guide exists to help fiction writers accurately portray psychological disorders in their work, because the people who suffer from these disorders and their loved ones deserve honesty and do not deserve to be misrepresented. The guide is here to help writers understand how these disorders come about, how they are treated, and how to think critically about how they might impact the person who has them.
1. A disclaimer, and polemics.
2. Why are you writing a psychological illness into your story?
3. Terms you should be familiar with for this
Here's to those who are hurting You're not poison ivy and you're not crushed mimosa, you're not a history of screwed ups and let downs, you're not choked hazard with nothing else to give. You're not his or hers or theirs to be tugged and pulled around by their selfish and egocentric whims and your future is certainly not on their leash. You don't combust into flames and extinguish into ashes on the click of their fingers, so breathe and relax. You don't owe anyone anything and you certainly are not their definition of damaged cassette tapes.
Tell anyone who had ever told you that you're not gritted teeth and clenched fist to screw off because you had been inhaling vile smoke and your lungs are turning black and your kidneys are rebelling into cement and stones and you are in the middle of pitfalls and booby traps and all you have are wrong wrong wrong advices that made you cry until your bones f
Out of TimeCan you feel it, I wonder?
The sand that slowly slips away.
The inexorable march of time,
Ticking away at you,
Piece by piece.
Regret, anguish; there is no joy in what comes.
All you have left are 'what if' memories,
Eating away at you, like maggots on the skin.
So deep was the pain inside of you,
So bitter the desire for change;
You even came crawling back to me,
Begging for another chance.
Shall I give it to you?
How to Speak Blow TorchHow to Speak Blow Torch
When we were little
It was as if we had gasoline for blood.
Flammable substances coursing through our veins,
Our tongues were the lighters.
We were fluent in the language of blow torch.
But we’re older now.
Our ideas have been dulled down.
When I was little, I told my best friend I wanted to be an astronaut,
He told me ‘But you could explode.’
I no longer know how to speak that way.
How to ignite thoughts and ideas.
How to set myself on fire,
Disregarding the possibility of being burned.
Reduced to ashes.
Because there was another 50% chance
That I’d burn bright like a star.
I hold my tongue now.
My brain almost like a fire extinguisher.
I said I wanted to be a meteorologist.
But I think you have to be smart to be a scientist.
I said I wanted to be a writer,
But I think you have to be talented to do that.
We all are screaming that we want to be alive.
But I think you have to be unafraid,
To catch fire
To do that.
ChangeMy very worst enemy
Is that girl I used to be,
And she visits me at night
But I am stronger now,
And I will fight;
I will never be her again.
Everyone can change;
'We shed as we pick up' -
Shed the bad
And pick up the good
To be the best you could
The Procrastinator: A Day In The Life
The Procrastinator A Day In The Life
Procrastination is the practice of carrying out less urgent tasks in preference to more urgent ones, or doing more pleasurable things in place of less pleasurable ones, and thus putting off impending tasks to a later time, sometimes to the "last minute" before a deadline.
I wrote the title for this piece three weeks ago.
So, it’s Friday night. Work week over. Tomorrow I get to write my own mate
Michelangelo: Tortured Perfectionist
MICHELANGELO: Tortured Perfectionist
The Sistine Chapel
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni was born 540 years ago on March 6, 1475.
His preeminence in the art world as being one of the two greatest artists of the Italian High Renaissance (1495-1527) assures that his lasting presence is felt as keenly today as it was five centuries ago. Every year, art lovers from around the world make special pilgrimages to Italy, drawn by a visceral need to experience in person