duncan heights

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? I absolutely cannot believe this–if you are a medical professional, you should NEVER deny someone treatment–period. If you don’t think someone should have an abortion, or if you’re a homophobe, or if you think the Pill will turn young virgins into rampaging whores, then maybe YOU SHOULD FUCKING THINK TWICE BEFORE CHOOSING TO BE A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL. This is so much bullshit. And no, you’re not morally upright if you decide to let a patient go without treatment because they’re one of those filthy sinners. You are a hypocrite, pal. Plain and simple.

(Thanks, kiji_kat)

At the same time funny and disturbing: the Lego Suicides

Okay, so my dad and I talked about what the hell I’m going to do with my life after graduation… which is a scant year and a half away (assuming I pass all my classes between now and then)… and he’s come up with a few careers that he could see me going into based on my interests.

1. lawyer
2. social worker
3. teacher/professor
4. [I can't remember]

Basically, a “helper” in the worldly sense. I know I don’t want to attend law school, but who knows? I was looking more into grad school for poetry/writing because that’s the only thing I can stand on a daily basis… the other stuff, like my activism, I need space from sometimes to be able to continue to do it. Also, I don’t like the stigma that comes with being a lawyer. It’s like the stigma that comes with being in a sorority, and I don’t like that either (as you probably know by know). Being part of those groups lumps you in with the stereotype, which–at least in these cases–I am not. I don’t want to spend my life defending my decision to become a lawyer (should that be the decision I make) to friends who think that all lawyers are going to hell AND defending clients too.

Social worker I can see myself doing, I suppose, but I know nothing about social work excepting what I see on SVU, and I know I don’t want to come face to face with that kind of abuse on a daily basis. It would just not be good for my psyche. Becoming a teacher or professor was actually sorta my initial plan since I have no idea what I’d actually DO with a MFA (master of fine arts) in poetry or writing besides teach. I know there was some other thing that my father suggested, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it is right now, so next time I talk to him I’ll ask him.

On a crazy non sequitur side note: It is so warm in Lancaster right now that I have the window open at 4:30 in the morning. WTF?!?! It’s freaking JANUARY… what is WRONG with the weather? It’s really bugging me not to have snow… I want it to snow and for the snow to stick–at least for a while.

don’t be too careful of sweeping statements, or strong shadows beneath your light
let it glare with intensity
attract those who will know you, and respect your honest mistakes

specked with mildew, like an ancient plastic universe
never too socially minded
I chose to relate on an invisible level
I give up too easy

“home”
calm green grass
ravished, ‘eye’ witness news, grandmother
fairy wings, aunt Gwen, guilt, and multiple sclerosis

four images make the shape of a window frame

HAHAHAHAHA. Plushie MICROBES.

Priceless. Absolutely priceless.

Tiny, credit-card sized bunny!

SQUIRREL!!!

GAH! Little hamster with a piece of corn!

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