Friday, March 30, 2012

slash

Last night, I turned off my phone, placed it in a box underneath my winter scarves with a note saying, "do not open". I am cutting off communication from the human world, and I'm going to try my damn hardest not to go on to social networks, ie. facebook.

humans are tiresome.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Break Time

Currently, I am facing paper issues most in part to the lack of knowledge I contain for my own passions, especially in regard to the world. I am at a bit of a loss. I'm not entirely sure how to go about an open topic paper related to my own interests. Well, not entirely my own interests, but a topic that I have strong regards for. The assignment is to write an argumentative research paper revolving around a topic that I can closely relate to. Restrictions include topics too philosophically large to be fully explored in 5-6 pages, ie. abortion, euthanasia. We are asked to pick a specific audience, one person that has to be named within the paper as if we are arguing with this person face to face in a confrontational setting. I need to include statistical facts, emotional appeals, and just simply argue fluidly and effectively.

My problem is that I have yet to pick a topic, and for the topics I have attempted to investigate, the realization that it is far too large of an issue to cover begins to sink in. I began with looking for information about sexual education in Alberta, and searched for an editorial where the author believes that Alberta's education system provides a fully functional sexual education program to it's students that is informative and well-taught. NO dice. No nothing, everything too big.

I don't know. This post is bland and awkward like a couple that is left to stare at each other wondering who will be the first to talk about the elephant in the room. I wanted to regurgitate my passions, beliefs, wander into a fiery pit of exclamations and make myself known, not only to the one audience of this blog, but also to myself. So, I suppose no better way to start than now.

The sexual education topic popped into my head because the first topic of debate I wanted, and still want to explore, is sexual assault. I contain very few passions, but there are two that are the most prominent within me: the freedom to speak the wonderings of your mind in whatever medium you believe best suits that idea ( and of course the freedom to rebuttal the idea if that should arise ) and the heavy topic of sexual assault, especially the portrayal of it in the media in Western society.

One girl, every single day is being sexually assaulted in Canada. There are possibly more, but unfortunately there are also only so many women reporting their assaults. That is still one person far too fucking many. Men, boys are also being sexually assaulted, how many cannot be said. There is so much social stigma surrounding the words 'sexual assault' 'rape'. No one wants to admit that they have been raped, that they had another human being impose on one of the things that humans pride that they have control over: their own body.

Freedom in Western society calls to attention that every citizen has the freedom to act in any manner that they should so please so long as it does not impose on the freedoms of another individual ie. murder, physical assault, sexual assault. THESE ARE CRIMES. THESE ARE WRONG. No woman or man is 'asking for it' simply because of their attire. Yes, maybe they are looking for sex, people have physical needs, I most certainly do, but it does not mean that I am not looking for sex in a CONSENSUAL ENVIRONMENT. Just because someone is looking for sex does not in anyway mean that they cannot also feel uncomfortable and may want to turn away from advances. A yes means yes, a no means no. Body language can say yes or no as well.

Do not be that girl, do not be that guy. Do not rape.

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O man, I just went on an angry tangent. I could say more but I will leave it at that.

Good day.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

born losers by matt good.

well, there ain't nothing to do this, but your daughter
and the life you would not give her break your plans.
traipsed across the continent a squatter
for your lies at night to sleep between my hands.