First of all, I hate it when people give blog posts titles like “Random Thoughts.” Even worse is when they name their entire blog something like “Random Thoughts.”
And yet, there it is.
I need to go to bed. But sometimes when Rusty isn’t here (he’s in Marietta tonight), I feel scared in the apartment alone. I know that might sound totally lame, but you know what, that’s just too damn bad, because everybody has things about them that might sound lame and yet are true.
One of the Georgians for Choice directors doesn’t like colloquial use of the word “lame.” She’s a PWD (gotta love the acronyms ’round here) and finds it disrespectful. I don’t have any opinion on it. I understand why she would feel that way. I also understand why some people find “crazy” disrespectful/offensive toward people with mental illnesses and such. I’m a diagnosed clinical depressive but I don’t find “crazy” offensive; in fact, in many cases, I find it quite apt. But if I know someone doesn’t like it, I make an effort not to use it around them. Inasmuch as Republicans flap their lips about “free speech” and “it’s just a word!!” you never see them acknowledging that if it is, in fact, “just a word,” then why’s it such a big fucking deal for them not to use it? Just pick another word FFS.
Oh! I found out some good news. Turns out, Club 2Risqué isn’t closed for good after all. They’re just preparing to open a new facility. And the grand opening is four days before my birthday. (Hard to believe I’ll be 28. Argh.)
I need to get off my ass and send my photoset to Project ISM (link NSFW). I took over 100 photos yesterday, and they turned out really well if I do say so myself. I am inching, excitedly and nervously, toward finally being naked on the internet. Encouragement would be appreciated. Anything else - including boring interrogation about “oh but why do you feel you have to do this??” is highly unwelcome.
Songs I’ve been listening to on repeat tonight:
- Birdhouse In Your Soul - They Might Be Giants
- This Love - Maroon 5
- Coming Undone - Korn
- Dip It Low - Christina Milian
- Sister Havana - Urge Overkill (remember them??)
- Bring Me To Life (Original) - Evanescence
I have not yet turned on my new MacBook, which arrived this morning. Delayed gratification!
And now, I really do need to go to bed.
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10 Responses to "Random thoughts"
Dammit, Amber, you were born naked, if yer lucky you’ll die nekkid having a good time, so go for it and BE naked whereever you WANT (legally, of course).
For some reason it really amuses me that you added the caveat of “legally, of course” there. ;)
I, too, am technically lame. But I don’t find it offensive. Maybe because technically speaking there’s a much more precise description for what I am (and probably for your friend), whereas “lame” is general and colloquial. In fact, that’s kind of the point — something that is “lame” not only is generally and probably mildly off, but it’s unfashionably so.
In other words I’d probably be a bit offended if “reynaudic” or “arthritic” became a synonym for uncoolness. But it hasn’t, and I don’t consider “lame” to describe me.
Go for it! I applaud your courage in being naked on the internet.
As for the use of “lame” and “crazy” I just can’t get too worked up about those two words. I thought that the word “crazy” had been abandoned long ago for the purpose of describing those suffering from mental illness. As well, anyone using “lame” to describe a PWD is not very sensitive.
“Lame” doesn’t bother me — but I’ll get all up in people’s faces if someone says “hey, I’d really rather you didn’t say that” and they start with the “hahahahah you’re politically correct how cuuuuuuuuute” bullshit.
that ticks me off a lot more than people saying lame.
For me personally the way I handle the PC word dilemma is less to think “Okay, people don’t like [word] thus I can never say it” and much more “Okay, what’s a respectful way of speaking in this space?”
Like, I know people who for very good reasons don’t like SMers making what they think of as casual and icky use of the words “Master” and “slave.”
Does this mean I’m never going to go to MAsT meetings ever again — or that I’m not going to call people I respect who are part of that community “Master [name]“?
No.
What it means is that, in the presence of someone who this bothers, I can easily say “My friend N and his girlfriend (or “his submissive” or whatever) S” rather than “Master N and his slave S.” I don’t lose anything by not being inflammatory
and if I view it as a matter of courtesy rather than one of needing never to use words, or of “Here I must censor myself”, I don’t have to feel bitter or stifled at all.
Because really… yeah, this stuff stems from political observations, but the actual point of it all is just… speaking respectfully.
about random thoughts..”random musings” get on my nerves. “Just a little ol’ blog by little ol’ me having random musings about nothing much” So, you’ve got the imagination of a backyard toadstool then. Next.
As for naked on the internet…do you mean like, actually sitting naked in your chair while you are on the internet? Or do you mean the philosphical nudity of exposing your every thought and opinion? Either way, it’s your life, you live it as you see fit. I like seeing how other people think.
As usual, you kick ass. You’ve wanted to be naked on the internet (my but Dacia’s book title is getting a workout in this post) for ages, and you’ll do it. And think how empowering that will be. I’m excited for you.
As someone who’s known you longer than, I believe, I’ve known anyone with whom I don’t share some DNA, it’s honestly a slightly odd concept for me to think of seeing you naked. Which feels dumb. I mean, my default image of you is already sans pants, so what’s one more layer? And, personally, I enjoy the fact that you pushing your boundaries automatically pushes mine. Damn easy for me! :-)
FWIW, I’ve known people to be offended by the term PWD and insist that it be person LIVING with a disability. I’ve given up hope. There will never be a politically correct level of politically correctness. I just ocassionally bang my head against a wall, try not to knowingly offend people and make sure I’m willing to apologize when I do.
Of course, it might help if I stopped humming songs from South Park.
Rootie,
I mean naked as in, photos of me with no clothes on. Posted on the internet.
And, Jenny, or jt, or whatever moniker you pick next… LOL. I still love that your default image of me is with no pants. If we didn’t know each other so well, that would be creepy. But instead, it’s just hilarious.
And, it’s actually pretty weird that we haven’t seen each other naked, given how long we’ve been friends. I mean, obviously, we had sleepovers as teenagers where we had pillowfights in our underwear and practiced kissing. Oh, and I did run out into the front yard toplesss at my 13th (or was it 14th?) birthday party.
One of those things is true. I’ll let the readers try to decide which. :)
well, amber, I just mean, if you are gonna be naked and Illegal, prolly best not to put that on the net ;)
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