sorcyress: Picture of a smiling tampon with the phrase "Girls: We're so emo we don't even NEED to cut ourselves" (Emo-period)
Disclaimer: This is an angry Sor post. I have specifically not called out the person who made me angry, because maybe he's still a friend. But holy shit, can I not deal with him in any way less passive aggressive than posting in here right now.

I did not do the intelligent thing and sit for a few days, or get someone to read this over. Because sometimes the fastest way to let someone know how much they hurt you is to get very very angry at them.


Some days, it really fucking sucks to be a girl1.

Because OH-EMM-GEE! You like, get your period, and it like totally ruins the super-cool white pants you bought on sale last week at Macy's, and your boyfriend was all like makin' out with Cyndie, and ew, she is like such a tramp and so you're so done with that asshole, god, he never called anyways.

Yeah. Right.

Or maybe it's because the world is insidious and subtle, and you've been raised in it, and even though you're trying so damn hard to get a handle on all the internalized misogyny you've been carting around for the last twenty years, there's always more.

And so when you get into an argument about sexism, you have to have it patiently explained to you that maybe the right solution to this problem is to get some nice men involved, to solve it all. And no, there are no women who could possibly fix it instead. Men only.

And it's being told you're having an emotional response, and silly little thing, the emotional response isn't what we're looking at here, we're looking at the practical solution. And it's remembering every insidious thing anyone has ever implied about how females are so terribly emotional, and it's such a bad thing.

(And it's crying for ten minutes after everything is done with, with pure unadulterated rage, and part of the rage is sheer hatred for yourself for being so utterly unreasonable as to have an emotional response to someone hurting you. Because society says that that is the so utterly typical female reaction, and that such a reaction is wrong)

And it's starting out the conversation by asking if this is going to make the angry feminist more angry, and having the answer be "no". Because of course, what is there to make a girl mad about, in suggesting a male based solution to a problem primarily concerning females? And it's being mad just right there, because if we're talking about a situation where young girls are having a problem young boys don't, it is almost certainly going to make the angry feminist more angry.

And it's being told that it's okay, the person who suggested this male solution in the first place is a feminist. And she doesn't really seem okay with the solution either, but again, it's the practical solution. And the practical solution is always the right solution, always2! And it's being told that, because she's a feminist, it's absolutely okay, and there is nothing wrong or sexist about this situation.

And it's asking for the conversation to be over, because you're not sure which of the two participants is more likely to be the recipient of physical harm, him or yourself. Because you can't deal with this. Because he's not listening, and you can't put into words all the rage and insecurity and self-loathing that's come from the last two decades from having a vagina and that he and his penis have never had to deal with.

And it's having him continue to argue after that point3. To continue the discussion after you asked in no uncertain terms to end it. Because you're not the important one here. Your request doesn't actually matter in the slightest. Because he still has things to say.

And it's knowing that he's right. You're not the important one here. Your voice doesn't actually matter in the slightest. The men still have things to say.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: It really fucking sucks to be part of any minority group. I'm not trying to devalue anyone else's experience here, I'm just bitching about what's directly affecting me at the moment.

2: Before you argue this point, consider: It is more practical to off people than to pay them social security. Killing them costs less money, and they no longer take up space. Practical solutions and correct solutions do not always go hand in hand.

3: Can I go from angry to fucking furious here? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! If someone is talking to you, and they ask to please end the conversation, DO NOT KEEP ON FUCKING ARGUING. Say "Okay, but I'd like to talk about this at a later time" if you have to, and change the goddamn subject. Anything else just says to me that you don't actually respect me enough to listen when I say 'stop'. And I have _big_ fucking problems with people who don't listen when someone says 'stop'.
sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
Women are warm and soft and curvy, and squish in all the right places. They have nice breasts, and hips, and don't have sharp elbows or knees. They take care of their body, and do things to make it look and smell nice.

They know how to cook, and are good at it. They make things from raw ingredients, not from boxes, and know how to go shopping for what they need, and don't even bother with recipes, since it's all so very simple to them anyways.

They sew things. They can both make things from patterns, like costumes and period clothing, or they can modify things that they get from other stores, to make them fit better.

They know what colours look good on them, and what colours match with each other, and what colour belt you should wear with these shoes, and what pattern shirt you should wear with that skirt. They can tell what clothes flatter their figure well, and what clothes won't. They look good in dresses. They own proper underwear, with lace sometimes, that serves just as much as decoration as it does utility.

They wear make-up, often every day. They know how to do it subtle-like, so that no one can tell they're made up, and they know how to do it striking, to emphasize their eyes and cheeks and lips. They can apply lipstick in one go. They know what hues to use for their skin tone. Similarly, they know lots of pretty things to do with their hair, and can pick or choose to match the occasion.

Women follow when they dance. If they're quite good at dancing, they lead sometimes as well, but only with the very inexperienced. They are good at following, and do not try to back lead.

They are flirtatious in appropriate ways. If they are single, they can flirt with strangers out in the big wide world, catch eyes, ask boys for numbers, all that sort of things. If they are hooked, they know how to behave properly as half a couple, know when to kiss their boyfriend, and how to hold him and where hands should be placed.

They do not tell dirty jokes. They may be bawdy in groups of their closest girl friends, discuss vibrators or birth control or very mild kinks, but they wouldn't dare mention masturbation in mixed company, or be vulgar. They are not sexual creatures in public. They may sometimes tease their boyfriends in public, but no one else, and get embarrassed if someone notices.

They are monoamorous, and display cautious amounts of jealousy towards their boyfriend's female friends. They are heterosexual, except for perhaps a few incidents of experimentation in high school or college, and perhaps except for a best friend, with whom wildly over the top, and completely platonic flirtation can occur.

~S/R
MOOP!
sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
One year ago today, it was 2008, and I was reflecting on the strange things my mind did to me the night before.

As a part of looking this up, and went and reread the BtW entry from that night. Remember when I was talking about Letters I'll Never Send? The entry in question was more or less an extraordinarily long, state-of-the-relationship address, one of those. It eventually digressed a bit, to be more universal and less specific.

Because I'm probably an idiot, I'd like to share some of that with you lot. )

No. Seriously. I am young and stupid and kinda a total waste of time. You really *don't* have to keep pretending to like me, it's okay.

And yes, my self-defense mechanism is unbelievable egotism, why do you ask? Mom was what first pointed out that that was, in fact, a mechanism to me --no one who has that "I AM DAMN GOOD!" attitude is actually that cocksure. Except for Zaphod, of course, which is why I make a point of differentiating between when I feel Zaphodic and when I merely feel egotistical.

And yeah, that's all. I'm feeling just fine at the moment --[livejournal.com profile] tirerim and I are gonna go take advantage of Ben and Jerry's free ice cream day thing in a couple minutes. I just found the honesty to be something that should be shared. Yeah. *shrugs*

Take care, you lot.

~Sor
MOOP!

(P.S: Magus and I have been watching Being Human. It's a bit wonderful, yes.
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Clone me)
Second Quarter grades:
German II --A
Ancient and Medival History --B (Down from an A last quarter)
Calculus GT --B (Down from an A last quarter)
English 12 AP/GT --A
Stagecraft III --A
Aide (English) --A (No, really? SHOCK!)
Psychology --A (Which I Cluelessed for. I'm so ashamed. :D)

Midterm Grades:
German II --A
Ancient and Medival History --A
Calculus GT --A
English 12 AP/GT --B (Two essays and four paragraphs, done first thing in the morning, on a day when I didn't take my drugs. I'm impressed I swung a B.)
Stagecraft III --A
Aide (English) --A (More shock and awe here. I think my midterm was grading other peoples midterms...)
Psychology --A

So yeah. All that's good, though I can't help but be pissed that my GPA dropped .29 points from last quarter (4.0) to this one (3.71)

Which is a stupid thing to hate. It really really is, I've got no right, no reason to be pissed at myself. It's just...life was a lot easier before I cared about my grades. It really was.

*************

I am feeling better from yesterday. For some version of the word better, at least. Mostly I just feel empty, drained. Too much emotion yesterday, and too melencholy to be able to care about anyone else. The media center did succeed in working as a useful student resource for possibly the first time since tenth grade, which is both shocking and good. Or at least, it sorta did --I managed to curl up in a corner and read sinply by nature of the fact that I probably looked desperate enough to the aide and "a few kids who signed up haven't shown up."

They really shouldn't be allowed to call it a student resource center. Considering that getting in there without a pass is the next thing to impossible, and that they don't provide enough passes, ever. Which leaves me, when I Just Want To Be Alone, stuck downstairs in the atrium in the lunchroom with noise and crowds and people and I just don't want to deal with it some days.

But today, for once, it worked. And that's good, I really needed it to work. I don't even know what I read -some twisted diarytype book tucked in the socio section, I think. For once, I *wasn't* reading the introduction to The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy aloud. (Just as well --I most likely would have started crying) But then again, I kind of left that hobby when I stopped having lunch with Paul.

*************

So, there's this thing I've been working on--it's called 101 in 1001, and the basic idea is to make a list of 101 goals you'd like to achieve in 1001 days and activly work to achieve them. For information past that, see Hier

I basically stumbled across it [livejournal.com profile] kittikattie's journal and became quite enamoured of the idea. If I start my list soon, I'm looking at a deadline of the very end of October/beginning of November.

I'm nearly done writing my 101 goals (12 to go!) and from there...we'll see. Maybe I'll forget about the project completely, maybe I'll actually do it all. If it's the latter, you lot will get to enjoy loads more of my blathering, as I bitch about how hard/stupid/complicated/time consuming/confining my goals were and how dumb I was for choosing them.

(Ha, and I just thought of one more to toss on there --finish reading Discworld. Eleven to go!)

Sooooooooo yeah. That's really life right now. Working on that, keeping up with school, trying to keep up with life and emotions and friends and drama and All That. Oh, and Dragon Dance. Which, I have to say, is probably one of the coolest things I have ever been a part of in my entire life. I get to run around with a DRAGON! Rarrrr!!

(Kung-fu is so cool. ^.^^)
((Jesus, that's a Blueism, isn't it? Man, I need to talk to that girl again. It's been agggggeeees since I saw her last. And she still has my comics, damn her!))
(((Parenthenses!)))

*************

So yeah, I'm getting better I think. I really am happy about my grades, I just really really wish I didn't have any B's. Which, compared to my grades for the past three years, is a "You're pushing your luck, moron" sort of wish.

And I reeeeeeally want to get rejected from all the colleges I applyed to. Please. Just let me know I got my applications in and you noticed. It'd be nice to be accepted, but really I'm just tired of all this WAITING!

That's all for now.

~Katarina/Sorcyress
MOOP!

(((P.S: Kaaaaaaat! I have a story that I need to finish typing for you! (I was going to type it yesterday for cloniversaryness but...yeah.) It is a story full of things you will like, like the Doctor and a certain insane barber...)))
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
There are such things as fun in the world, yesterday was probably not it.

Minor (that's a lie) panic attack and breakdown. And by minor, I mean lasted for something like an hour and a half? Hum

No, the bad part lasted about an hour, then being held by Ksatyr which helped like anything in making me feel safe, then went to Kung-fu for an hour and worked and lost track of life and managed to get myself mostly stable.

Didn't hit catharsispoint (The point where I can tell I'm no longer having a breakdown) until well after I got home, probably not until eight thirty or nine. Found it somewhere in the middle of reading the first chapter of Arrows of the Queen to Ksatyr. So yeah, woo catharsis. :p

***

So yeah. Forcing myself into a mask is good, because it does help calm me down. Going somewhere where I'm forced to do things with my body is good because that both tires me out and refocuses me. Books are good because they continue to be a way to escape, and one I'm unlikely to ever lose.

Breaking down is not so good. What can I say, I'm a fucked up individual, and it's taking me a long time to learn how to fix that. I need to be better at communicating to people (though some things just can't be said in words, especially not in text) and I need to figure out a way to get myself to the point where I can show weakness.

Which, it's really odd to realize, but I really do have serious difficulty with showing weakness of any sort, but especially mental. Call it pride, call it hiding, but I have to be strong for the world, and I need to teach myself that that's not really true.

Pretend that made sense. See above note about being fucked up.

As for right now, I'm okay. I'm masked myself into normality, laughing at Uncyclopedias version of Zork with Becky and generally enjoying life like I normally do.

Underneathe it all, I feel reeeeeeeeally drained though.

Woof. Bells. See yas

~Sor
MOOP!

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