I didn’t sleep last night, and it’s that time of the year. You know. When the year is wrapping up, everything is due, and your boyfriend has locked himself in his room for the next month or so. As I was walking home I decided, in my random state of mind, that what I really wanted to do was to write a blog. Sort of arbitrary, but I love to write and I’m getting sorta excited now about all the things I could post about…. anger over American politics and society’s inability to accept anyone who deviates from a social norm, mostly.

My experience with this sort of internet writing stuff kinda runs along the lines of an art blog where I’d scan artwork in (takes forever, so about a year ago I stopped), or an advice site where I’d give people advice on various issues. Which was always fun, because of the ridiculous range of questions. One thing I kept noticing, however, was that there was always a sort of element of shame around the issue of sex that kept reappearing along side those that seemed overly promiscuous. There was a lot of “I’m fourteen and had sex am I pregnant now?” Coupled with the shame that came along with it… “you’re too young” “You should wait until you’re married, ” and a whole lot of misinformation. In some areas of the states, lessons that only preach abstinence often misinform youth, and you could see the effect on some of the advice givers (eg. “condoms are only effective something like 60% of the time, so don’t have sex.”)

I’m going to try to reply to some of the stupidity of biases and similar misinformation here, that would be professionalish, wouldn’t it?

Likely, though, I’ll probably resort to ranting about my personal life a lot, because it’s often more fun (for me).

Disclosure: I actually do sometimes paint in my underpants, but usually but everything back on really quickly within a few minutes of doing so because I’m afraid my Dad will come down, and have another “I’m an awkward, flustered man” moment. Though this isn’t a regular occurrence, I’m keeping the title because a) in my weird choice of title, I’ll maintain my individuality b) I couldn’t think of anything else and c) because the title “angry white bitch” has already been taken.

Another disclosure: I didn’t actually read the terms of agreement (or whatever they are called). Sue me.