Me

I don't respect anyone who sits on their hands when they could do something about it. I don't respect anyone who's not consistent with what they say. I don't respect hypocrites.

I tend to like cats more than dogs because they're more selective about who they like. I hate anyone who abuses an animal. I think that animals are inherently more innocent than humans. Animals kill for food or territory; some humans kill for fun.

I tend not to trust most humans, but part of me wants to be proven wrong. I'm most often not.

I'm a modern-day Lincoln-era Republican. I believe in rights for all, but handle yours like a gentleman or lady.

I don't think that just 'cause I have a short haircut it means I should be presumed gay.

If you want a girlfriend, leave me alone unless you're him. He knows who he is even though he doesn't want to.

I don't think that an age difference should matter if you're compatible in ways that matter.

I don't think that love for anyone should cost one's self-respect.

I am Pagan. I am Egyptian Pagan with a little thinking beyond that. I have to considering I have forms in that cosmogony. Egyptian: Tefnut, Ma'at, Mut, Neith, Nephthys. Greek: Ananke, Styx, Asteria, Themis, Hestia, Rhea, Adrasteia, Nemesis, Athena, Eris, Eos. Scottish: The Morrigan (Badb, Anand, Macha). Mayan: Ixchel. Mesopotamian: Ashtart, Inanna, Lilitu, Tiamat. Those are my goddess forms.

Past lives: Psyche, Atalanta, Polyxena, Cassandra, Creirwy, Rihanon, Morgause, Ileana Jusztina Szilagyi Tepes, Sascha (Slayer) Marie-Therese of France and Spain, Nefertiti, Yael. In other words: "I'm of the glamorous ladies at whose beckoning history shook, but you are a man and see only my pan, so I stay at home with a book. (Parker)"

I like her; I like Sylvia Plath, Margaret Atwood. I like Woolf's point about having a working and thinking space, but I don't like the old-fashioned language in which the book is written. I'd love to learn Olde English. I'd love to learn Romanian. I think learning makes life more interesting.

I have a response for the phrase, "Don't worry your pretty little head." I have watched the flesh from my period when it was out of me and not squealed, vomited, or fainted. I've been raped, emotionally abused, physically abused, and had a miscarriage. I can give birth and kill. Men can only supply life. We contain the gestation and give life.

I see past men. Every time they blast their music, puff themselves up with some pretentious crap, tell themselves what they tell themselves because they don't truly accept themselves, I see past it.

You think it's easy for me to remind myself of what I have done and what I like about myself? But I do it.

Here's how difficult it is for me to give myself validation. I have depression. I see myself only for my differences and I view them as negative. I have Asperger's, which should make me smarter, but all I see is my social ineptitude.

I mourn, my heart mourns the rejection of a man I love. He likes cats like I do, he likes classic rock like I do, he likes smartass humor like I do. I love it when he good-naturedly picks on me. He gets me to laugh at myself. He has the most disarming smile. I love how deep his voice is and how he sometimes breathes out what he says. I love how his eyes turn green in the sunlight. I love how, as a dad, he's nothing like my father. He's handsome, he's witty, he's inwardly sexy. He's the best drug I know.