Tuesday, 29 December 2009

  • Meet Asia

    Asia wasn't exactly a beautiful woman.  Attractive?  Yes.  But not beautiful.  She had a full figure.  Large breasts that, in rebellion to her bra, bounced as she walked and which seemed to leak out of the tops of her low cut shirts.  The curve of her waist led to a more subtle hips and thighs, giving her a top heavy hourglass shape.  She would peek through her low hanging bangs, the rest of her hair always pulled back into a ponytail.  That ponytail always a'swinging. 

    Asia and I spent 45 minutes of our day in a gymnastics class together.  At first, I paid her no mind.  This was gymnastics class, the sport that to this day I still love and enjoy.  But slowly she became a point of interest.  I had previously known she was gay.  Her partner, decked out in low hanging loose jeans, Timberland boots and a tight wife beater over a sports bra that camouflaged her already flat chest, would usually be seen with her.  But knowing that bit of information didn't stop me from thinking about her.

    I can't quite remember how our relationship started.  It happened almost suddenly.  In one moment there was an understanding of shared affection, the next moment was of embraces.  Our gym class was late into the day, it being the last class for both of us, so we were able to take our time in the locker room.  It was there that almost everything we did together happened.

    There was something about that room.  Surrounded by those lockers - its peeling paint revealing several layers of clashing colors - giving us some cover, but at the same time, between its openness and the sound of clicking locks reminding us there was a chance at exposure.  Just beyond the double doors to that room was a different world. Outside she was already in a relationship, but here it was of no importance. Out there my bisexuality was almost a secret, known only to my close friends.  Inside I embraced it, never minding what others thought. 

    That room, along with Asia, had confirmed my attraction to women.  The kisses we shared were invaluable.  They were a reassurance that being a lesbian was an OK thing.  They were comforting, even uplifting.  I'd never think simply sharing a kiss or the contact of bare skin could mean so much.  Our not-so-secret secret will forever put a smile on my face.

    We spent the last minutes of our school days together for the better part of the semester.  When senior trip rolled around, the wooden bench was exchanged for a cushioned bed, the slamming lockers for a latched door.  But shortly after the school's weekend getaway, the new semester came, changing our courses and displacing us.  Our haven had been taken away and so we separated. 

    I'm not sure if she knows just how much she meant to me, how she helped mold and solidify my sexuality.  She contradicted disgusted faces and negative opinions.  She turned my feelings into something of the norm, into something I would no longer fear.  With her soft hands she burned down the walls that kept my bisexuality hostage.  And for that I feel indebted to her.

Tuesday, 22 December 2009

  • Photo Of The Day - "Berries In The Woods"








    There's a line in the movie Dreamcatcher when the fastly bloating guy is farting up the cabin and everyone's wondering what the hell he ate when he says "I ate some berries in the woods" or something to that effect.  In actuality, he unknowingly ingested alien eggs and has them growing in his stomach.  When naming this, that line came to mind for some reason.


    P.S. I made myself a blogging life boat.  If anyone's over on WordPress, subscribe, or follow, or whatever it's called, (yeah, I'm still figuring it out) me: KrisAnnds.wordpress.com. Thx.

Friday, 18 December 2009

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

  • Re: Abortion and Feticide

    (It was originally slightly too long for a pulse and then I started to ramble.  Oops.)

    Let me see if I get this right.

    Murdering a fetus (NOT abortion) is wrong because it's not consensual.  Abortion's OK because a woman has a right to her body, yadda yadda, she's the one that asked for it, right to privacy and all that jazz.  That seems to be a reoccurring point.

    So if you asked me to kill you and I did it, I should totally be off the hook right?  It was a consensual killing.  Or better yet, if a woman miscarries or stubbornly falls down the stairs, she should be charged (with manslaughter or murder?) because that killing was not consensual, right?

  • Presumption Of Innocence



    Does "innocent until proven guilty" exist? I mean, there's a legal term for it, but does it really exist when faced with a possible "monster"?

    Take for instance, Personal Effects.  In the movie, Ashton Kutcher's character's sister was raped, murdered and then partially burned for disposal.  There really were no leads besides this man who was seen talking to her the night she was killed.  While no true evidence or DNA tied him to her, Kutcher had turned him into her killer.  Through his eyes he was never seen as innocent.

    Does this happen regularly?  Maybe you hear a news story, such as the one that sparked Abortion and Feticide, and you jump to the alleged killer being guilty.  You haven't heard any hard evidence, there's no confession, yet s/he's the one who did it.

    There's always a bias.  Be it an empathic connection to the one who's at lost or the burning need for justice to be met, but there is always some sort of sway.  I guess it's just up to those within the court to keep those biases at a minimum and making sure it's purely the facts and evidence that make a person guilty.

Friday, 11 December 2009

  • Photo of the Day - Crystal Ball

















    As always, click for larger view.  I wanted to try high key stuffs (I had to do this in my tub to get a truly white and blank surrounding, lol) and this is what happened.

    Got any idea for titles?  I'm kinda stumped.

  • Abortion and Feticide

    Queens prosecutors say boyfriend Derrick Redd, angry with Delain for refusing to have an abortion, stabbed her six times in the stomach, killing her and the unborn boy she planned to name Aidan.

    "I either avoid the problem or I eliminate it," Redd said, according to investigators who interviewed him after Delain's body was found.

    Redd, 36, faces a murder charge for the Oct. 25, 2008, slaying of Delain, 25, but nothing for the death of the unborn fetus.  nydailynews.com


    When abortion is legal, when does the death of an unborn become murder?  In the snippet above, it seems clear that the murderer's intention was to kill the unborn fetus.  Yet, he is not being charged for the baby. 

    Should feticide laws somehow follow the guidelines already set up with abortion - that viability is what's taken into account?  What if the death of the fetus was not intended or the existence of the fetus is not even known?  At what point do we say "this is murder"?  But when you can go to a doctor and legally ask to have a fetus extracted, do we ever get to ask that question?

Sunday, 06 December 2009