I'm so tired of hearing that "this is bad for you, so you shouldn't do it". That goes for ANYTHING, be it alcohol, drugs, sex, or what have you. I want to know just one thing...Why the hell should the government have ANY goddamn say on what I do to myself? As long as it harms no-one else, it shouldn't even matter! I'm tired of having my rights taken away from me because some pompous conservative asswipe in Washington D.C. thinks that I need to be "saved from myself" because I "don't know any better". If I so choose, I should be able to kill myself, inject myself, smoke up, drink up, chow down, or "do the nasty" with ANYTHING I damn well want to. It doesn't matter that I choose not to do some of these things of my own accord, but it's sincerely messed up that I don't even HAVE the choice because this government has chosen to take my right to choose away. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that I can still rant and rave in a public forum like this...for now. But who knows how long that will last? The government is taking everything else away, so what's wrong with a little persecution later on down the line? Right? WRONG! I have a voice, and I use it to express my opinion every day...rather brashly and harshly. I would be deeply affected if I no longer had the right to use certain words in casual conversation. I'm also deeply offended that I can't get what I want, when I want it, because owning, purchasing or transporting it is illegal. I'm also highly pissed that people can't solicit for sex, not that I have this burning need to pay to get laid, but like George Carlin once said, "Selling is legal...Fucking is legal...Why isn't selling fucking legal?". This society is such an uptight agrarian bunch of busybodies that it's hard to have any fun without the "fun police" showing up and pissing all over your steak dinner. I wish everybody would just mind their own damn business, and get a hobby...perhaps something other than bombing abortion clinics, killing doctors, or spraypainting fur coats. Get a job, for chrissake... 

FICTION:

Jhada and Argent || The Model and the Mad Scientist || Gabriel || An Unlikely Pairing || The Worst Porno Story Ever

POETRY:

No Longer Angry || Depression || Run with the Moon || Love is a Virus || BloodDance || Diamanda || Murderer || The Watcher || Confusion || Dream || Romeo is Bleeding || Cribdeath || HoPeLeSs || Soulmate || Darling || Illuminate || Madness || Insecurity || Fear || Angel || The Job || Pathetic || Shard of Hate || Thin || Departure of Friends || Empty Life || Kindred Spirit || Why Bother? || Loss of Control || Lonely Girl || Loss of a Dream || Damaged || Done|| Excision  || Missing You || Jhada|| Hope ||  Reflection ||  History Repeating

TIRADES:

Sucky Movies || Relationships || Marriage || Shortcomings || Parents || Monstrous Brats || Barbie's Newest Trauma || Babies in Trashcans || Religion || Listening || Public Facilities || Choices...|| Grieving || Legalize Prostitution ||  Sports VS Public Service || Y2K || Abortion || To Buffy, or not to Buffy? || Enough with the HATE Already! || Christmas || Valentine's Day || Love in the 90's || The Big Trenchcoat Freakout || Keeping Up Appearances || Presidential Scourge|| Legislating Safety || Anti-drug commercials || Dating || Annoying Anonymity || America West || The Great Bug Debacle || Smoking || Anthrax, anthrax, anthrax || The USA Patriot Act