"I don't think that being a strong person is about ignoring your emotions and fighting your feelings. Putting on a brave face doesn't mean you're a brave person. That's why everybody in my life knows everything that I'm going through. I can't hide anything from them. People need to realise that being open isn't the same as being weak."

- Taylor Swift

Saturday, October 13, 2012

rabbit heart

You turned a lion hearted kitten
Into a rabbit hearted girl

But I don't mind
Your kiss is a rabbit's foot
In my pocket

And in the luxury 
Of my interrupted memories
I see the ecstasy 
Of new-found epiphanies 

My rabbit heart is in your keeping
Outside of my body
I would do anything to protect it
And I would die without it

A kit is helpless
But worthless
I stand on my own two feet
Only to be shot for my pelt

Who is the lamb and who is the knife? 
At any rate
You and I are still rather harebrained

But despite our jackal love
You are the Dauphin
And I am not your Dauphine

You turned a lion hearted kitten
Into a rabbit hearted girl

But I don't mind
Your kiss is a rabbit's foot
In my pocket

Inspired by Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up) by Florence + the Machine
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

A Thousand Thousand Fearless Things #84

Now Playing: I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift (I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now, flew me to places I'd never been, now I'm lying on the cold hard ground)

#791: Taylor Swift + Dubstep = UH MAY ZING

#792: NO MORE MOCKS!!!!

#793: Being the hostess is hard work

#794: Inferno

#795: Now I know the longing of loving all the wrong things

#796: Princess Uibin

#797: I'm starting to think that 99.99% of atheist teenage boys are asshats. At least the Christian boys have slightly more optimistic statistics

#798: You know it's exam week when you've single-handedly eaten an entire tub of ice cream and lost weight

#799: Breaking no poo. Nizoral 2% stinks. 

#800: Making a fairy costume. Because I can. 

Wordless Wednesday: Dear Science Teachers...

(image credit: Gay Marriage Rights in Australia Facebook Page)

Inferno

I was a moth drawn to the flame
A bird caught in the eyes of a snake
Could you call it falling?
Your big warm hand caught my skirt
And pulled me under

I wouldn't call it drowning
Water couldn't explain the burning
I can't describe this feeling
And why I kept believing

Like a river after the flood
I couldn't imagine asking for more
How can I put it gently?
I mistook inebriation
For satisfaction

I sought to satiate curiosity
I was restless with simplicity
But now I know the longing
Of loving all the wrong things

I miss all the could bes we'll never know
Let the only sound be the overflow
I fell for your inferno
Where did all the love go?

Inspired by Old Flame by Kimbra 
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Monday, October 08, 2012

Music Monday: Kimbra











I love how avant-garde her music videos are 

stay beautiful,
Lady Solitaire

Sunday, October 07, 2012

A Thousand Thousand Fearless Things #83

Now Playing: Today Was a Fairytale by Taylor Swift (today was a fairytale, you've got a smile that takes me to another planet)

#778: So glad you don't have facebook,오빠 - so much humour at your expense :P

#779: New headphones!

#780: The Beats Rant. 

#781: We agreed on something!

#782: Anh Does Vietnam

#783: Two more exams. I can do this. 

#784: Fairytales

#785: Ravenclaw!

#786: 'If it's a legitimate rape the body will reject it. IF IT'S A LEGITMATE STABBING YOUR BODY WILL REJECT IT, HUH???' - totally relevant conversations before exams for the win

#787: cranberry and pomegranate tea

#788: My face has finally started loving coconut soap as much as I do

#789: We get wet wild and naked, my loofah and I ;)

#790: back then I swore I was going to marry him someday, but I realized some bigger dreams of mine

headphones!

Now Playing: Ronan by Taylor Swift (I remember the drive home when the blind hope turned to crying and screaming 'why?')

I has headphones.

I is happy.

Saturday, October 06, 2012

Nerd and Slut Part III: The Sexy Nerd and the Smart Slut

Now Playing: Red by Taylor Swift (loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street)

The major problem I have with the nerd and slut labels it that they both objectify people, in particular women.

Yes.

Both.

A slut is only valued for her body, for her sexuality and how much of it she is willing to dole out to hormonal teenage boys. A slut is only valued for her flirtatious humour and seedy behaviour. A slut is boobs and ass and a pretty face - or even more crudely, 'three holes and two hands'. A slut is not a person. Everyone knows that.

But what people don't realize - and I think you have to be a nerd and a slut to realize this - is that nerds are objectified, too. We're only brains. We're only worth as much as the number scrawled on our essays and exams. A nerd is valued by how much they can help you with your homework or the little nuggets of information that spill out that you can commandeer to make yourself sound intelligent. A nerd is also not a person - just a glorified calculator, a walking dictionary.

I love dressing up. I love being looked at. I love attention. I love being told that I'm pretty and I have nice legs and nice hair. But I know that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize that your company only appreciates that, and totally forgets that you are an intelligent sentient human being with things to say and opinions to voice. I know that funny feeling because it's the same feeling you get when people only treat you as a brain, and your body purely as transport for your intelligence. It's the exact same feeling.

People always go on about not wanting to be a slut because they don't want boys to be 'just in for the sex stuff' - to the extent that they dodge 'the sex stuff' altogether, and when any poor boy tries to act on the hormones raging through him he is immediately rebuffed for 'not being respectful'. But when I was a nerd I was treated as if I had no emotional spectrum at all, and no sexuality or sexual interest whatsoever - and that was just as bad. I felt like boys were 'just in it for the nerdy stuff', that they were forgetting half of who I was.

I am a person. I am a person with a body and emotions and sexuality and hormones. I am a person with a brain and intelligence and a personality and character and a sense of humour. I am all of these things. You can't define me by just one or two of the above.

So why do we do this? Why do we treat sluts like they have no brain to speak of and nerds as totally sexless? Jealousy.

We like to look at the beautiful girl with the gorgeous body and the nice hair - or even just the ordinary looking girl with the confidence to hold a decent conversation with the opposite sex - and comfort ourselves with the false dichotomy that because she has the looks and the confidence she can't possibly have the brains to do well at school or go anywhere in life except for someone's bed. We like to look at the nerdy kid who's topping every class and sweeping every award and comfort ourselves with the false dichotomy that her good marks mean that she is physically undesirable and sexually incompetent. We don't like the idea that people can have everything.

The fact that the nerd and the slut only exist as labels eludes some people - but once you're branded you're forced to live the lie. The stereotypes associated with these two labels totally ignores who you are, your capacity for complexity. At the core of my dislike for these two labels is how they objectify people - and to me, there is no difference between being walking boobs or walking brain. It's humiliating either way.

Click here for Part I and Part II

Friday, October 05, 2012

Direction

Now Playing: (couldn't help it, people) What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction (if only you saw what I can see, you'd understand why I want you so desperately)

A lot of people ask me what my blog's about when I give them the url and I just shrug and say 'everything'.

It is really everything, isn't it? Poetry. Angsty teenage rants. Feminism. Sex positivity. Fearless things. Random whimsy.

Etc.

I started my blog to give me voice. I didn't really know what I was going to write about or what kind of audience I would be pitching to. I simply went with gut instinct and wrote what I thought was important - and that has changed over time. I knew - perhaps egotistically - that I would get some kind of attention on the internet. I don't know what was going through my twelve year old mind at the time.

I thought I would be writing largely to my Wikipedia friends, and maybe to one or two school chums who dropped by. I didn't really care who saw my blog, as long as somebody did - and I've been shamelessly promoting it since the first post.

I get bored of writing the same thing too often. There are recurring themes - bits of biography, things I notice in everyday life, my struggles with depression, feminism, sex positivity, gay rights, poetry. But I mix and match.

I don't really have much direction with this blog, but I like that. I like that my readers never know what's going to be published next. My life is planned out with rigid direction and ambition and so it is nice to have my blog where I can run free. My blog has gotten a greater following than I ever dreamed imaginable, and given me more power than I ever thought possible. Through my blog I've made the greatest friends and learned to love myself and others more deeply.

The only direction I have for my blog is that I am a human being, too, and I want my voice to be heard. I hope that's okay.