In my opinion, for someone to be a feminist, they should believe in equality for people regardless of sex, gender identity, or sexual orientation, recognize intersectionality and how identities such as race/class/gender are intertwined when it comes to many issues, and seek in their own way to overthrow the kyriarchy (patriarchy plus intersectionality) and its offshoots. That may seem like a tall order, but it’s just an interconnected group of very basic issues that leads to specific traits such as being sex- and body-positive, trans*- and queer-friendly, adamantly anti-rape culture, race- and class-sensitive when discussing feminist issues, and generally just not being a giant asshole about other people’s identities and experiences.
Maybe this makes me sound like a pretentious, giant asshole? This is my personal opinion, not the dictionary definition of a feminist, and I tried to be as concise as possible while still defining it as clearly as possible.
I thought my finals went relatively well. Two of them were take-home (and one of those was built on two other papers I wrote this quarter), and the third was matching terms and definitions and a few multiple choice reading comprehension questions, so this was probably my easiest set of finals to date in terms of stress levels and amount of pain my writing hand is in. I just hope my grades are decent.
My overall GPA is 3.01 and my major GPA is 3.44, but that will probably change after this quarter, hopefully for the better. Why the curiosity?
I am terribly sorry that you are vehemently against homework and UCSD. Maybe you need to take a nap or something? You’ll probably be less cranky after.
Wow, you’ve been following me for a long time, haven’t you. Yes, I was very much in love with him at the time. Considering it was the first time I had ever truly encountered the feeling, I would say it was as pure as it was possible to be, untouched by echoes of past exultation and heartache. I was homesick without him and with my friends scattered across the country, and I was dealing with full-fledged depression and the vengeful return of an eating disorder. I needed somewhere I could emotionally retreat to, and our relationship served as that refuge.
I guess I understand how the song could make you think of the way I used to sound when I talked about home. The truth of the matter is, the feelings my ex and I had for each other began to deaden and the gulf between us widened as we grew into quite different people; we stopped being home for one another long before things ended in the explosive manner that they did. We get on well now when we encounter one another, of course. And I’ve spent an awfully large portion of my time since moving and adjusting to college looking for somewhere or someone that felt like I could safely call it home, but I don’t think that’s something I’ll fully capture until my life stops being so transitory.
Just out of curiosity, why? I just listened to the song, and I don’t really get it. And by ex, I’m assuming you mean Jesse? Because if you want to get super technical, my current partner is also my ex.
Yes we have. It ended mutually, we had an, uh, interesting summer as best friends again, worked out our individual issues after becoming happily medicated and unattached, started casually dating again in mid-September, and had been talking about the potential of becoming exclusively monogamous after taking it very slowly, provided we worked out our issues as a couple and did not repeat them. And then he decided to be an adorable motherfucker and blindside me by asking me to be his girlfriend in the most fantastic way possible, in which case I had no choice to say anything but yes; refusing would have been like staring into a box full of kittens and telling them to go to hell.
Because I am attracted to people for their looks and personality regardless of their sex or gender identity, and the lame jokes people make about “pansexual” (which I was never a big fan of using for myself, even though it felt more fitting than bisexual) as an orientation get real old, real quick. I’m also just more personally comfortable with “queer” because it’s a broad term that just kind of feels right for me.
You really, really must be new. I just sarcastically answered this about two days ago. Since apparently no one understands that answer, let me spell it out for you all: YES I HAVE CONSIDERED ANAL SEX ACTUALLY I HAVE GONE EVEN FARTHER THAN THAT I HAVE HAD IT MORE TIMES THAT I AM GOING TO BOTHER TO COUNT BECAUSE I LIKE IT OKAY ARE WE CLEAR NOW GOOD.
Well, that depends if you’re a PNM or an active woman.
If you’re a PNM, just remember that we’re nervous too and that we’re just people. We want to get to know the real you so that we know if we will be a good match as sisters, and we are all excited that you’re there making the effort. Above all, stick it out, even if you’re tired or stressed or get dropped from the chapter that was your first choice, and go through all of recruitment because, in the end, you will be with the chapter that is the best fit for you and you will be so, so happy you stayed.
If you’re an active, take comfort in the fact that you’re going through this with your sisters and not alone like a lot of PNMs are. Work week should have given you at least a taste of it, but recruitment will make you SO much closer with your sisters. Just keep a smile on your face, keep your energy up, and be yourself above anything else. It will be so, so worth it on Bid Day when you get all your new sisters.
For both PNMs and actives, get as much sleep as you can, try to eat healthy and stay hydrated, use hand sanitizer and wash your hands a lot so you have less chance of getting sick, and try not to stress out! It’s only a few days out of your whole year. Good luck!
I didn’t think grey faces were capable of giving head. You have to come off anon to try and persuade me, sugar.
Not as of yesterday afternoon, as explained here.