Saturday, October 29, 2011

Fake Eyelashes, Beer, and Tears

I have always said the pen was my weapon of choice, and now I'm using it against you. Because I care about you that much.

To Whom It May Concern:

You didn't lie when you said "it's all happening." But no one knew if it was for the better or for the worse. But it's certainly happening either way, whether we like it or not, whether we're ready or not ready.

You said I may not see or know the "real" you. The darkness exiled from the abyss of our identities upstages our youth and kindred spirits. Under the leather, lace, eyeliner, thick make up, and hairspray, we're just a bunch of kids looking for validation. I found it in you. I owe eternal gratitude for how much you've changed my life in a miraculously brief amount of time.

I may for the first time be completely speechless. I can't come up with the right words; the thoughts that I want to convey to you somehow seem to get slaughtered somewhere between my brain and mouth. I guess what I want to say is pushing me away is causing more harm than good. You say you want to protect me, but baby, maybe it's you that doesn't know the "real" me. You think I'm too good, and that being so close to you will be detrimental to me. But I'm not. I'm selfish, lazy, an asshole, and a drunk. These flaws take a backseat when I'm with you. I feel blessed to have this connection with you and I strongly believe through celestial influence that we were meant to have this peculiar bond we've built. And I feel like we're meant to be like this for however long we're supposed to be around.

I know that I'm racing against the needle. One of us needs to get to you first. I take your words seriously. But who knows, you and I were born to lose. It's something I've learned to live with, yet every time that theory is corroborated, it hurts just as much as the first time. Perhaps Thunders was right. But even if this isn't victorious, I want to be with you, not away, when whatever happens, happens. You were the one after all, who said it would all happen. And we might as well make the best in our black halo of misery and hopelessness. You're a beacon of light in that nebula, and it's too dark to navigate without you. If we're gonna cascade into mental oblivion, might as well do it together.

So there you go, a Penny for your thoughts?


Thursday, October 6, 2011

iHate Cancer

As most of you know, Apple co-founder Steve Jobs died yesterday fighting an eight year long battle with pancreatic cancer. Apple has been a part of my lifestyle from an early age. In 3rd grade, I had a fervent infatuation with the intensely hued iMac 3G's (you know, those really colorful ones that looked like a San Francisco gay pride parade threw up on them) and today I practically find myself spooning my Macbook Pro every night before I slip into peaceful slumber.  

Steve Jobs played the role of mid wife as he helped birth an abundant amount of innovative Apple products, ranging from iconic music technology to breathtaking computer software. Products that stole the spotlight from competition time and time again. Spurred from the limitless imagination of an ambitious visionary, Steve has provided consumers all over the world with ample inspiration and proliferation to push the boundaries of technology and lifestyle.

Steve Job's mantra was rooted in buddism, stressing focus and simplicity. He has provided this generation with illimitable thought and force. So I'll conclude this post with a quote from Steve, highlighting some of his greatest wisdom for us to digest and pass on:

“No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” 

-Steve Jobs

Thanks Steve, Because of you I've been thinking different since 1991.

Monday, October 3, 2011


This movement conveys the core of a message that I've been preaching for a while now. SlutWalk(s) are a series of protest marches born in Toronto which have recently migrated to Chicago and NYC, and continue to expand globally. These convivial festivities embody a myriad of protestors who adorn themselves in "slutty" wench-tastic attire and march down the streets of these cities addressing societal values against "don't get raped" and emphasize focus on "don't rape." Society teaches us that dressing up in scandalous garments and acting in a licentious manner invite rape. WRONG. Bitch, these holes are RSVP only.

I love this movement and personally believe that is a crucial step towards decaying institutional tolerance. My friends and I dress for ourselves, not to pick someone up. Our first intention upon entering a bar isn't to actively seek someone to take home for the night. We should be allowed to be free in our bodies, and portray ourselves in any light we see ourselves fit. I mean I'm always describing my look as "James Dean metal junkie Snuggie whore" or "Hello Kitty pirate hooker margarita vamp," or I don't even fucking know, but the point is one does not dispatch the desire to get sexually assaulted by virtue of what clothes they put on their body.

So if you want to rock a pair of 7'' stilettos and a cheetah print mini, fucking do it. These protests embark on a powerful and cognizant edict that addresses many of the flaws that we touch young children.

So if you agree with me on any of these points, or if you just want to get your voice heard, attend one of these walks. Even if you want to go walk around in a bra and make some friends, look out for one of these fabulous slutterific orgys-on-the-go in your city!