So I'm a shopaholic. A slightly recovered shopaholic... But I do tend to fill the void inside of me with stuff from Nasty Gal, Gypsy Warrior and Sephora. And today was just one of those days where I had an emotional itch that could only be scratched with some online shopping. I've wanted this faux crocodile skin makeup case since my dad and I were in New York last December, and since I'm Queen Mean (, farthest thing fromt the truth, whenever I try to be tough and a "bad bitch" I just end up laying in bed in full blown foster position crying abut how horrible I am... REAL TALK,) I finally bought it for myself. Also i kinda feel a little guilty for using money I don't have, but I'm also kinda happy...? its like a " Guilty :) " kind of feeling. My dad actually offered to get it for me and carry it home with him on the plane home. (I was spending christmas with my mom and he was off to The Canary Islands since I said it would be a hassle to bring back) But! I declined his offer ever so politely as he had already paid for us flying to New York and all the accommodations. Fuck, actually this was the christmas before (2014) as we were in LA last year. I've been thinking about this case since 2014, so I deserve it! That shows restraint. Also I bought a beauty blender as Ophelia has stolen all my other ones and nibbled them to pieces (which is one of the reasons I need a sturdy makeup case she can't get into, and I have to much makeup for just a simple bag) So yeah, just a basic beauty blender. I'm also not linking in these two things as you can just get them at Sephora.com. It actually turned out I had a huge amount of points at sephora, 1565 to be exact (shopaholic remember), this number isn't necessarily that impressive but taking into account that Norway doesn't have Sephora's it is. The amount of money is spend on makeup between June - August is shameful (I visit Mama every summer). Unfortunately I couldn't use those points as I could get anything from the list (that I wanted) sent to Norway. But jokes on you Sephora, cause when summer comes I'm gonna go loca crazy on your ass.
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So I've been gone for a while. And I could blame this on about 57 different things, but truth is... I am tired and lazy. straight up. My bad. So as I haven't been active on here for a while, lets have a little update, shall we? May - October
Now I'm just trying to focus on being active and not slip into a cycle of sleeping and being tired which will result in me not blogging for six months! Some of my friends are coming over the weekend before Halloween, and I'm building my the island for my kitchen this week so there will probably be some stuff about that here. I've just honestly been so drained and apathetic lately, so I'm getting out of that head space, blogging and trying to enjoy life ( a little at least). Also, Ophelia wanted me to inform you that she is going as a witch for Halloween.
Yesterday was my older sisters (Anette) bachelorette party. The Day started off at 09:45 (am), with most of my sisters close friends and I waiting to surprise her with breakfast. my sister showed up around 10:00 in a very cutesy tutu, a crown and want in hand. She was also wearing a white and very tight long sleeved shirt and white leggings. In other words: I got to see what my sister would look like naked with my skin tone. I'll post a picture if she'll let me. But it's like 03:30 (am), so I'll ask her tomorrow. The next stop was a trip to The Well which is this amazing new spa not too far from Oslo. Sadly, yours truly couldn't go, I had to cut down on everything that could be cut, as I have NO money right now! as in NONE! And even with only attending certain activities and then paying the lowest fee (by dropping out on all stuff at the spa) I didn't have enough money to my name to buy a cup of coffee after I had to pay my share (I literally had like 12 kr combined in ALL of my accounts, expect my housing account, but I can't use any of that money unless I'm buying housing). I really would like to go, as it looks insane! Unfortunately I don't have the money at the time. (My Dad was very sweet and offered to pay so I could go, but he's spending so much on my apartment that I didn't want him to. Most people my age can't afford to do everything they want anyway.) Pretty much the only thing of The well I got to see. Nonetheless, this is a pretty kick ass entrance. I want to go so bad! After the spa treatments I met back up with the gang and we headed off to pole dancing! Now, I've taken pole classes (and I intend to start again), but as I learned, pole dancing is one of those things you have to maintain! One of those "if you don't use it, you lose it" things. By all means it was fun, but my chair-spin has definitely been a lot better! My fireman-spin was also not what it used to be. When we finished up the Pole lesson we jumped in the car and drove off to the docks. My sisters maids of honor (yes, she had two) had hooked up an amazing over night stay on our very own island in a cabin right by a little lighthouse. The sun was so bright I actually thought I had captured it in this picture.... But no... So here ya go! A sunset, minus the sun! The outhouse Itty bitty light house in the back You'll have to excuse some of these pictures being a little bit dark, I haven't put any filters on them, or put them though any programs. They were taken on my phone, so I just sent them over. We arrived just as the sun was setting and it was gorgeous! When we first got in the cabin we carried our stuff up to the bedrooms and ate a starter outside before we went back inside to eat gulasj (which was really good!). We played a few games, but my favorite by far was the gift giving game! Before the party we had been instructed to bring a small gift based on a memory or something that had been significant in our relationship to Anette (my sister). Thing is, my sister is 11 years older than me, so we don't have those kind of "remember when we got really drunk off of that one wine" or "remember that band we were obsessed with" memories. Initially I had thought I'd give her something connected to me being a really shitty kid and her having to babysit me a lot (and someone actually gave her a toy couch ans she thought it was from me due to the babysitting). I had two stories I was considering basing her gift off of, and Imma tell ya... But first a little disclaimer because I might actually have been possessed by the devil during this time of my life. Once while she was babysitting me and my brother, Patrick, (who was a complete angel by the way, so the son of a bitch put me in a worse light by just existing in close proximity to me. And it's not like I needed any fucking help seeming like the largest piece of shit to ever come from another human being, I was doing pretty good on my own in that department!) she had one of her friends over. And I was one of those kids who wanted to grow tits ASAP and chug beers, like that was what I wanted in life at 4. Naturally having an older sister at the whooping at of 15 who had a friend over, I was looking to impress, HARD! So I walked up (with the largest amount of swagger a 4 year old has ever possessed in each step) and spit on the rug! like SPIT on the rug! not drool, none of that crap! Intentionally SPIT on the rug right in front of her! and when she (very appropriately) said something along they line of "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?" I answered "I want to be a teenager too"..... I have always been a master of logical thinking. And there was this other time she sendt me to my room (I was probably rolling around on the floor chanting biblical verses in latin backwards knowing me or some other hell spawn activity). And when my parents got back home, I ran down the stairs crying Anette had hit me, because bitch, I get even! (And no, she had not hit me.) Despite us having obvious history I didn't want to have it be connected by anything negative. And suddenly it hit me! My whole family loves Harry Potter. We've seen all the movies at the cinema together, we've had a ton of movie nights focused around HP. My Dad even used to read Harry Potter aloud for my brother and I (and Mom too, actually) every night (but Anette was 17 when we started doing that, so she didn't really join in on our little night-night ritual). It became pretty obvious too me I had to do something Harry Potter related, so I decided to make her a Hogwarts acceptance letter (which I'll make a Post about)! She didn't even have to open the envelop before she guessed it was from me, as I'd written "Mail delivered by owl" in the top right corner. The next morning (before our 13:00/ 1 PM departure) We ate a beautiful breakfast outside looking out onto the ocean. (and I'm going to keep with the HP theme, so I'm going a little Voldemort in: "can you tell me about the chamber of secrets?" "No. But I can show you" ....So in other words.... heres a few pictures!) I'll be honest ans say I really didn't know what to expect, but I enjoyed myself so much, and I feel so lucky to have the sister that I do.
Much love from little baby Beelzebub. Today Patrick, my brother, left for a 3 month long exchange program in Tanzania. My Dad and I went to the airport with him. We stayed with him up until he had to go through security. It sucks knowing he'll be away for so long. I pretty much cried from getting to the airport and all the way home. Ever since my Mom moved to The States I've really hated airports, and sending Patrick off made me miss my Mom even more than I normally do. I've run out of sleeping pills too, so today is a bitch to put it mildly. I miss my Mom, I miss my brother, I want to go home (to The States), and I can't fucking fall asleep. In other words; everything sucks and I can't do anything but lay awake all night and feel it. Sadly, darkness confirms what we can't see, and tonight is just a reminder of how much I wish I was somewhere else and things weren't as messy as they are.
I'm a lot better than I used to be, but I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, and today is just one of those days where I realize I'm not as okay as I sometimes think I am. I still can't fall asleep without pills and I'm still stuck in this cycle of being too tired to go to school, and one of the main reasons I'm so tired is because I'm not done with school, which means I can't get on with my life. I'm picking up Ophelia Tuesday, but I'm too bummed out to be excited. I'm too bummed out to be excited about the apartment. And I'm too bummed out to want to do anything but lay on the couch and be bummed out. I'm pretty good at forcing myself to do stuff, like hang out with friends and so on, but I wouldn't mind not having to force myself to do things I enjoy. I know this is just a "woe is me" post, but all I want to do is fall asleep for a thousand years and wake up not feeling confused, scared and sad. To my dismay I can't fall asleep for a thousand years, so instead I'm writing down what I'm feeling, if just to sort through some of the things i desperately need to sort through, and maybe admit somethings I should admit, if only to myself. Two of my best friends celebrated their birthday last week, Oda and Martine. Oda had invited me and a few other people to go stay at her boyfriends cabin over the weekend. Oda, having a very organized nature, asked if I was free that weekend a few weeks before we were to go on our mountain adventure. Martine, being of a very chaotic nature, did not. Luckily Martine had a "best friend birthday dinner" on Thursday (the 25th and her actual birthday), so I did get to see her. Her sister had made reservations at TGIF for us and we were set to meet there at 18.00 (6PM), sadly I've recently developed a habit of running late. I haven't always been like this, I actually used to arrive 20 minutes early for thing as a general rule, and then just sit there, awkwardly. I showed up an hour later with my makeup rushed to the point of me not being sure exactly what I had slapped on. Was I wearing eyeshadow, eyeliner, a fake mustache and a sombrero? I really didn't know. I (for obvious reasons) sat at the end of the table next to a friend of mine named Veronica. Veronica and I have this weird relationship where we think the other one suddenly has lost all fondness of the other and doesn't want to be friends anymore. So.... we hadn't spoken for about a year. The thing is though; we both REALLY like each other. We started talking the way one often does when they think someone they adore suddenly hates them, by playing it cool. It didn't take long before we were laughing at our selves for being complete idiots and made a pinkie promise to remember we were (as far as really fucked up people go) a pretty good team and that we really did love each other. This was wonderful for me because whenever I would see a picture of her on my Facebook feed I'd just really hate her pretty, stupid face. Thing is I love her pretty, not stupid face! She's the biggest dork and I like her a lot! Veronica, Martine and Oda (in that order and not the same Oda who had the cabin party) A very Pretty and not at all stupid face! The following day I met up with the other gang an we made our way to Perfect Escape (it's pretty much a place where you get locked in a room with a lot of clues and hidden objects and you have to use the clues to unlock doors so you can find your way out, like Indiana Jones minus the danger and actual skill). We weren't very successful (,although we only had two puzzles left to solve). I honestly think we were to many people, and it was too much going on for us to actually pay attention to each other (someone would often figure it out and other people would be talking to loudly for anyone else to hear them). All in all it was fun and I want to do it again with a smaller group. After that we drove down town and met up with the others before we drove from Oslo to Vinstra. It took a little longer to get there than we first anticipated. Vince (Oda's boyfriend) Wasn't really quite sure where the cabin was.... so we kinda drove up and down a mountain a couple of times until he realized we had passed the cabin three times. When we got there and had unpacked the cars, we make taco's for dinner and had a blast. The group went to bed one by one until it was only three of us left. We talked for a few hours and called it a night by 6.30 (am). The next day we all stayed inside and had a really good time. We ate this amazing pizza Oda's sister made (Ida). Oda, Karoline and I stayed up till about 7.00 (am) (I remember going to bed and before I fell asleep it was 6.59 so not exactly sure when we called it quits). We stayed up listening to old songs we used to think were super cool and laughed at how absolute shit they actually were. I had a really fun time, and I am so happy that my friends are amazing people. Yoshi VS Nøkken Please enjoy these two really shitty gifs I made of the drive home.
Normally around every New Year most people get into a kind of "yeah! this is gonna be my year!" state of mind. I gave up on this a while ago as i realized everything is consecutive shit regardless of what year it is. But to my disbelief I can say 2016 is going pretty good. My first post on this blog was about my new blog and my new phone, and now I can declare: I have a new apartment! My dad bought it yesterday (with the intention of me paying rent, and that he can sell it or rent it out later, or I'll buy it off of him) and I am super stoked! We get the keys on the 23rd of march and then it's painting time! Not that it really needs a paint job, but all of my furniture is white and the walls are white, so we are going to be painting them light grey. I'm also getting a cat! I've been in contact with a woman who sells hairless Sphynx cats, and I'd say it's about 90% certain that I'll buy one from her. I'd post pictures of the apartment but it's not "mine" until the 23rd so I'll do it then, and I'll obviously post the finished results.
December 2015This December was my first time in The US as a 21 year old. I'm pretty sure my mom has been waiting for me to be "of age" since the day I was born. When she held me for the first time she probably whispered "we gon' do tequila shots" in my ear (motherhood at it's finest). I've honestly had a blast with my mom, she's everything I love and fear (to become) all at the same time (I used to come home from school to mom blasting Sex Pistols or The Cure while baking banana bread, if you don't think raising kids on "Anarchy in the UK" and "I'll melt with you" isn't totally punk rock I don't know what is). You might think my mom looks all "Beverly Hills housewife" now, but trust me, this bitch had a mohawk in the late 70's. (Also my Mom is super pretty! No if's, and's ,or but's about it) We decided to road trip to Las Vegas (it's only like 6 hours from SLC) as we enjoy a good car ride. She'd booked us a suite at The Hard Rock Hotel, so we were obviously gonna go hard (AND ROCK!). Once we got in to our hotel room I had her "color" my hair (I mix some of my hair dye, it's one of those vegetable based colors, into conditioner and leave it in my hair for X amount of time to keep the color vibrant). Now, if you've ever had red hair you know you can't use white towels to dry it, what color towels does absolutely ever hotel have!? White! Do you think I'd had enough foresight to think about this? Absolutely not! Therefore I would like to formally apologize to The Hard Rock Hotel for what I did to your towels (and also you're shower rug). If blood was bright pink (the red dye mixed with water showes up pink on white surfaces, if you were a self declared artist, and always put emphasis and the "i" or no one will take your work seriously, in kindergarten you would know this. Red + white = pink, simple science) it would have looked like I'd killed 4 people and a mule in that very room. But blood isn't bright pink, so that was one of the worst analogies ever (,much like my beloved: "The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t", this list is pure magic, if you haven't read it, you have to). I guess it just looked like a little wine had been had by a person who's balance might be a little reduced at the moment current events took place. After I dried up (and my mother had said the very appropriate"what the FUCK, Katie?" when she saw what I had done to the towels and rug) we painted our faces with the kind of over confidence you get when you are surround by drunk seniors at slot machines (heavily and forcefully! she actually made me wipe my face with an untainted towel because Vegas had really inspired me to apply a hefty amount of highlighter to my face, and she was not all about it. In all honestly you could probably caus some permanent damaged to your eyesight if you looked directly at me, like the sun, but also like the sun, the world revolves around me, so like I care. Also Medusa is my Idol and if I can't turn men to stone, to the least I can do is caus some snow blindness and a few, minor motor vehicle accidents). While she was finishing up I had a minor selfie shoot, and I must say, the results were rather underwhelming, so obviously I'm going to post them on my blog. This is literally my selfie game... Stupid face: Check Peace sign: Check I love this picture for the pure fact that it looks like we have drugs in a little baggie in the background, when in reality it's my moms pick n' mix, if that isn't an anti-climax I don't know what is. I snap-chatted this to quite a few people (,and yes, also boys), because if you can't handle my double chin(s), good luck with the rest of me. ("jakka knirker" is pretty much Norwegian for "my jacket is squeaking") This is not a cute photo of my mom, but it is of me... so it's kinda my profile picture on Facebook now. After we headed doen to eat dinner. We went to "The Culinary Dropout" which is actually in The Hard Rock Hotel and it was so good! Also we drank a few absinthe based drinks so we were having huge amounts of fun! We hit the slots as one often does in Vegas when ones judgement is impaired by alcohol. Did you know if you're gambling at a casino you can order drinks for free, FREE! I was in awe of this fact, my though went along the line of "I'm already intoxicated and you mean I can get even more fucked up for FREE!". The only other times I can get hammered for free is at bars, with men I don't know, by making "promises" I never intend to keep (I only do this when I'm pretty drunk from before though. Being a feminist I don't think men should have to buy me anything. While we're on the subject I don't think men should have to pay for anything for women. I also think men should have the same support system and respect if they experience something traumatic and have a hard time coping, I think females should face the same amount of jail time as a man if they committed the same crime and I think females should also be drafted if necessary, it's only equality if it the pros and cons are the same for everyone). My mom actually got so drunk she spilled her jack & coke down my shoe, (I was wearing her shoes so technically not "my shoe",) I was wearing some leather "pull-on" boots " (in other words no zipper or any holes to release the liquid that was surrounding my right foot and ankle) so I had to take it off and pour the drink and ice cubes out. A lot of random people complimented my hair and a guy asked it he could touch it, I said yes and all was good in my little intoxicated world. The next morning my mom was sick and said she thought she had caught the flue that was going around, to which I responded "I'm pretty sure you're just hungover, it gets worse when you're elderly" (but joke was on me cause it was the flue and she gave it to me two days later). My mom wanted me to go out on my own, but being the little ball of anxiety I am didn't feel comfortable walking around doing stuff by my self. I didn't even go out to get food (I didn't eat before closer to 12 that night/the next day since they didn't have anything vegan on the roomservice menu and I didn't want to ask them. I talked her into going to the show we had purchased tickets for the day before though. We had bought tickets to a show called "Absinthe" (which I wanted to see as I love the green fairy). The show was AMAZING! It was a cross between burlesque, comedy and circus acts. There's a lot I could tell you! But why not SHOW you!!! Also it might be worthwhile to mention; If you take offense to sexual content or the words "fuck", "shit", "piss", "cunt" and "cock" (like the fucking buzzkill you then probably are) this might not be your cup of tea. This isn't the same comedy act I saw, but I couldn't find a long version of the version they were doing when I saw it. (Also if I can have the "bubble girls" body, that would be great.) Needless to say we had a pretty kickass time
For as long I can remember I have been an "either or" type of person. I despise the things I dislike, and I utterly adore the things I do like. I naturally have a need to glorify or disapprove of things. This has been tricky for me as I also have a very curious mind. I have a deep need to know things, and to understand. Not in a scientific way, but in a psychological way. I like to know what drove people over the edge to do horrendous things (for example). I think most people will dismiss someone as entirely evil if they commit a murder for instance. And despite my "habit" of seeing things in either black or white I have a hard time blacklisting someone, even if they have done something terrible. Obviously I can hate someone for what they have done, or hate the crime they have committed, but hating something as complex as a human being entirely is a hard thing to do. You're bound to find something of value in there, no matter how deep. I once read "Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories" (George R. R. Martin), I don't know when or where, but that sentence has impacted the way I think of people much more than I ever thought it would. Most, if not all, people strive to do good or be good a majority of the time. I think humans believe we are "good" on an individual basis, but most of us view the human race as something entirely different, I do a least. Most of us feel as we are good but society is not, but how can we be good if we don't actively try to do good where "society" as a whole fails? This is entirely possible! But here we are, eating meat, driving cars, an not recycling thinking we are "good" people while we ignore the devastation we are causing our planet. You won't really pinpoint someone as a bad person just because they do something "bad" (not talking about rape or murder her people, talking about buying a burger knowing a cow died for it, so kinda murder... actually... ) even if they do it continually. Maybe it has something to do with how society views all of this? If it affects us in a very direct way where we are forced to acknowledge it, we will address it, if not we'll sweep it under the rug as it's convenient and comfortable, but most important factor: it's easy. I actually started thinking about this topic because I am fascinated by Adolf Hitler, yes, Hitler. Now this goes without saying: Not a fan of the whole "mass genocide" thing. I was on Tumblr one day (like most days...) and suddenly a gif set appeared on my screen of Adolf Hitler: This is a video (turned into gif set) of Hitler shot by Eva Braun, while he is talking to her. I think it's important to say what aspect has fascinated me regarding Hitler, it's not really "him", his personality or what he has done, but the pure fact that he was a human. I understand him being human goes without saying, but removing him from my "black"/evil/villain/monster box felt weird. He suddenly became three dimensional, he wasn't like Voldemort (conceived under a love spell and therefore unable to feel love), he was a human like everyone else. I always envisioned him as this huge dreadful being, and suddenly he was shrunk down to nothing more than a man (and in many ways that made him even "scarier"). A man who impacted the world in a hugely negative way (and actually some positive ways too), but a man nonetheless, who was a hero in his own story, but a villain in (almost) everyone else's.
Today Frida and I went to go see Tigers Jaw (support) and Basement at a local (and very small) venue called Pokalen (meaning "trophy" in english). I'm a big music lover, especially anything within the "rock" genre. The show was great! Both the bands were awesome and they sounded great! People crowed surfed the whole show, and during the intro to Bad Apple the crowed started singing "we're not gonna take it" by Twisted Sister, to which the singer said "that was pretty cool" (and it was). Tigers Jaw (Most of these pictures are utter crap. I'm considering getting a small "concert camera" so I can take pictures where you can see actual facial features and not be all "I think that slightly darker area on the lower side of this face might be his mouth, really very quite sure". Also I had to stand on my tippy toes and stretch my arms up as high as I could, because my view consists mostly of peering through the gaps that randomly form between the crowd, unless I'm up front . (My life as the human equivalent of Tweety Bird.) I took a few videos, sadly I can't upload them without a "premium" account (which I might get one one day, because why the fuck not. I converted them into gifs but it's not the same thing)
For a few minutes ago I saw this post on Tumblr: I can't wrap my head around someone not being accepting and supportive of trans people. I've heard a lot of people say "it's 2016("or whatever year") why are we still discussing this?". I, for one couldn't care less what year it is (and I understand the people who say that it agree, but I feel like saying "it's 2016" or 2015, 2014 and so on, undermines the actual cause, it just feels like a "it's 2016 why the fuck did you get a tribal sleeve when you're a skinny white dude" kind of thing) , Being transphobic/homophobic/rasist Etc is just as wrong now as it was for 100 years ago, the only difference now is most (I think, I hope?!) of the general public is accepting of these so called "phobias" (and your not afraid of anything, you're just an asshole, or you identify as trans, gay ,or whatever and you're afraid of your community turning against you). The only problem is; the people who are transphobic/homophobic/racist/Islamophobic etc (let's just say "phobic" from now on) are so loud and proud about it! It's terrifying! I can't understand wanting to be cruel to someone just because a book (that also promotes kindness and... I don't know... non-judgy-ness!!) says so? Do you honestly have so much hatred inside of you that you intentionally caus psychological (and sometimes physical) harm to others? And then theres people who say "I don't think it's right, it's just how I was raised"...? And...? The only thing you've explained is that you lack the ability to think for yourself and that you do what you're told (fucking nerd) irregardless if you think it's right or not, because you lack the brain capacity to process an actual opinion. Personally, whenever someone says my "it's just how I was raised" all I hear is "you know... I'm kinda slow... mentally, and someone told me it's written in a book or something, and I ain't not to good at reading and all... so I guess thats kinda how it is now..." (Literal thought: I wonder how many cases of incest have been in your family to make you the fastest sperm, like wow, WOW.) I mean I was raised eating meat, so I obviously couldn't make an independent choice and choose not to, right? This isn't to "shame" people who have had a conservative upbringing, but my grandma is a racist 96 year old MORMON from a hodunk town in (Deseret) Utah. My Grandma might say some racist things (not with vicious intent, but stuff like "We'll he's just as dark as the night", she actually grabbed my arm once, lightly touched it and said "you're so white, no one will ever doubt you being pure raced!" to which my brother exclaimed "Yeah, Grandma! Katie's just as white as snow!" to which Grandma nodded and replied "Oh, jah!") but she'll also say "you know I had this ingrained into me at such a young age that it has such a hold on me, and it's not how I want to be and I don't necessarily agree with it, but sometimes I react without thinking , and I'm so glad you kids haven't had that", then it becomes an actual thought process, something she has reflected upon. This isn't even the town my Grandma is from, this is the neighboring town, Delta (which has one stop light by the way), because the town my grandma is from doesn't really show up on google images (at leas not on the first page, and it's the same scenario if something falls behind the couch; it's not there. I mean i could check the second page, and I could check behind the couch, but both you and I know nothings there, even if something is there, we're gonna pretend it's not) But I can proudly state that I have been informed (by wikipedia, so let's take this with a grain of salt) that in 2010, 350 people were residing in Deseret, so lets give them a round of applause. Now let's get back on topic! People (the majority of the Phobic's) will also use religion as a reason as to why this "homo nonsense" is wrong. Thing is, in the same "part" of the bible (Leviticus) some other rules are mentioned (and punished by eternal hell fire! :D ), such as: Tearing your clothes Holding back the wages of an employe over night (looking at you Donald Trump!) Perverting justice, showing partiality to either the poor or rich (*cough * Donald Trump) Spreading Slander (*side way glances, smiles and nods at Donald Trump*) Mistreating foreigners (do I have to say it...? like, we all know where this is going) If you want to practice your religion, do it consistently, or I would recommend the whole "judge not lest ye be judged" thing I don't personally understand the whole "being born in the wrong body" thing, but do you know what I do understand? That, hold on to your hats, just because I can't relate to an issue that doesn't mean that issue isn't present in someone else's life. I am 100% okay with people identifying as whatever gender (female, male, fluid, non-binary you name it) they feel they belong to. I hated it when I was younger and my parents wouldn't let me color my hair or get piercings, because it didn't feel it reflected who I was/am, I can't even imagine what it must feel like to not identify with your gender! 100% okay with you loving whomever you choose as long as they can consent. 100% okay with you having multiple partners as long as everyone is aware, agrees, and is given the same opportunity/ held equal. And I 100% do not in anyway think my personal beliefs (or anyones) Should have the right to take a way someones foundation for their existence (as long as all parties involved consent), you do you I'll do me.This world has more problems than people taking hormones to change their sex, and one of these problems is people forcing their opinion upon others based on ideology or opinion. (And say what you want but that is exactly what Isis is doing and what nazi Germany did. Let's just be nice to each other.) If you don't view Lavern Cox and Carmen Carrera as women (Beautiful women nonetheless), or someone less passable as a woman, I don't know what to tell you. Or I do actually: You're an asshole.
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