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Advice from the Box Doctor: The End, Period.

Lesson #2: Those placebo birth control pills are not the same as sugar water

While it might be a topic of debate as to whether or not it is healthy to get your period every month, studies have shown that it is also healthy (mentally and physically) for some people to have sex regularly- or at least have the option to- and by regularly, I mean at least every day of every month*. Furthermore, some women don't feel as confident about themselves when they are menstruating for a variety of reasons, and often don't feel as stellar physically, either. So, why not ask your doctor if s/he/x thinks it might be a good idea for you to skip the "placebo" pills and switch to a 3 week birth control pill cycle. Or, ask about options that are designed with less frequent menstruation built into their chemical composition. The results: the end of your period....PERIOD.** If you don't want sexual activity (or your sexuality) obstructed, this might be something to consider.

*I would hope I don't need to say that I personally only condone safe sex with someone who values you and your body as much as both of you want to be valued- but, clearly I'd say it anyway
**Needless to say, there might be side effects for some people, the most common of which is breakthrough bleeding (so I'm told), but it's important to understand this option...

Advice from the Box Doctor: Size Does Matter

A Feminist Intervention

As soon as you enter the sex ed class room, you learn one of life's most important aphorisms "no glove, no love."

What you don't learn is something that I recently learned from the box doctor and my sister, the resident OBGYN: Sometimes, it's not only the motion in the ocean, but if the glove doesn't fit, it might mean that size DOES matter!

SNAP--or not

Unfortunately, this will likely be a recurring problem

--Little Miss Dissed

In herself- Lost in Your translation

-(A fallen Star, 2007)

i lied to myself

(i think)

i think too much

(about myself)

Nobody considers it worth the effort

(i find it really interesting and entertaining)

and actually,


(i'm fucking hysterical)

it's not a joke

(i don't lie to anyone)

you have my word
you can have it all

(i only want you to)

Triangulation

1) When there is not enough time to say what we need to, do we just stop talking? When everyone is silent is it because people are thinking?

2) If we take as a given that true friendship is when silence between people is comfortable, then can we also accept that certain silences make most people uncomfortable? Is this to say that thinking, in this sense, makes people-not friends, here- uncomfortable? If so, can we expect that friendship can only exist when we are comfortable with each others' thoughts? If so, it seems that even if we have a lot to say and a lot to think about, the most uncomfortable place to be is in the middle of silenced thoughts- between friends.

3) How do we determine the lengths we go to achieve a goal in exchange for the lengths we would not have to go if we gave up the goal?
How do we know when roads are intersecting and when one is simply yielding to the other at its end? (and at an intersection, who has the right of way?)

[Reflected back from Saturday, December 15, 2007]

Self Fulfilling Prophecy

All I've Known is all my own...

It's from a song, kinda twisted (around me) but expected, I don't know if you know her, but you might like to try...why?

A tribute to hopeless romance- Not worth our time, if ever there was the time for consideration.

It fits
Perfectly. The song, the singer, the story, of my life.
Loved the story, and the whole situation.

Crush me with the things you do!

All I know is all I've known. I am psychic, right? like the week before, and the week before...
no, literally, the week before! i'm serious, i know what i know. i don't know anymore or what to do, with who, but you, and so do you.
In part, in part, and at the start- or from there at least, it's a start, it's the heart, i have it too, and it's too bad that it's that bad- oh well, it's all we've known, it's all you know and all we've known.
It won't go away. Oh well, might as well stay, this way, or go away and way too long, the song's all wrong for me and weee hee hee, walk all over me.

Walk on the ocean.

What's queer here?

On our way back to our bikes after the Pride Parade, we happened to walk past a woman, walking arm in arm with a man. She was wearing only a wide open vest over her pants, exposing her entire bare front for the public's pleasure.

"BOOBS!!!!!" a friend pointed out.

"Thanks captain obvious."

She walked casually with her companion, and I was amazed that I had to acknowledge that amidst the spectacle of the day, and even in Amsterdam, as we know it, something so natural in its essence stood out so much.

Lying is contagious

The World is a sick place.
Where lies protect, the truth bleeds pain.
When the truth seems harsher than its obfuscation, we have become subjects and objects of our own deception.
Believe in honesty, Practice truth or lie far from the happy and healthy souls.

I took the road less traveled

When I was an undergraduate student at Amherst, Robert Frost had a prominent intellectual presence on the campus, as the namesake of the main library. For me, the Frost Library signified the world that I descended into, when I couldn't find anywhere else to go to escape from a home away from a home that didn't really feel like home. Thus, I embarked on the road less traveled, and indeed, I doubted if I would ever come back.

I embarked on a quest to find myself, in a city that had become my home from the instance that I set foot on the ground. It was a world that made me feel comfortable with who I was because it made me feel as if I could and ought to become who it was that I had always been: the person everyone knew, and the person I wanted to be.

Looking back, I know that that was what made all the difference.

I saved the first for another day.

When you find yourself in your reflection, wherever you are, I think you reach a point along the way that takes you to a place where it isn't about the path, how you got there or where you're going. It's about the moment, the presence and the time to move forward.

The Smashing Pumpkins Suggested that The World is a Vampire...

And today it was brought to my attention that we can all consider ourselves sexually transmitted diseases... we won't survive this world, so pay it forward, don't let it suck the life out of you, indulge and enjoy :) and practice truth xxx

The Politics of the Performative:
the Stages of "I amsterdamnation"

A tribute to brilliance

"I Promise I've always been like this...
...the wall's inside my head...
And no one will ever notice if I keep my mouth shut tight...tight...tight..."

-Guster, Center of Attention

The Zen of Foucault

Sitting in my Foucault tutorial, I naturally confronted issues of power and knowledge. Specifically, I found myself in awe at the conceptual shifts that accompanied Foucault’s own paradigmatic transition from archaeology to genealogy- i.e. what happens when we start learning about the present from the past and stop thinking that we can uncover our past from our presence (if it hasn’t already happened, I doubt that grand epiphany is looming large on the horizon- oh yeah, and the origins are nowhere, and god is dead, so we should just go skiing, in my approximation).

Ok, moving forward (don’t look back- in anger? Ha?…ha! ) If there’s anything I haven’t learned from Foucault, it’s how to really embrace this academic frame through which I can conceptually grasp an effective reality that (dis) places me- all of us really, in some time and space and way or another- in the presence and upon the horizon, looking out towards the aleatory.

Why Amsterdam?...Am I Amsterdam?

http://www.expatinfodesk.com/destinations/amsterdam/

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