Are Men Who Read Lad's Mags Barely Bipedal? Shock Report!!

This picture was sent in by Dave from Newcastle, he spyed it lurking around a lad's mag stand in a local newsagents. Could this be one of the first offical sightings? Remember folks you saw it first at Sparkle*Matrix.

Tom Leonard, Telegraph Media Editor says..

"The top shelf is too good for 'em. Seriously. Lads' mags are not as offensive and corrupting as conventional pornography magazines - they are worse.

'The wit of early lads' mags has been replaced by shock value'
Unremittingly moronic, by presuming that young men are barely bipedal let alone bilingual, they manage - and this is quite a feat - to degrade their readers almost as much as the women strutting their stuff on the pages."

Secondly we have comment made by the Times newspaper regarding the Sun

The Sun, which is owned by News Corporation, parent company of The Sunday Times, responded with an editorial which stated: “Our campaign against anti-page three Nazi Clare Short MP continues: we’re going to take her all the way to the European Court of Human Rights! The Sun’s European legal expert, Helga, 22, from Hartlepool, says: ‘Clare Short’s nasty comments about page three girls are totally discriminatory as well as in clear breach of article 10 of the European convention on human doo-dah or whatever’

Errrr "breach of article 10 of the European convention on human doo-dah or whatever" said by the Sun's European legal expert , Helga, 22 from Hartlepool.
Surprised they didn't say "Hot 'nd Horny Helga 22 from Harlepool" and then go on to tell us about her 36 double DDers and how she really, really wants a 3som with her boyfriend, coz she likes the girleys as much as the boys. PHWORRRR

On much more of a damming and sinister note M.P. Claire Curtis-Thomas states.

"Zoo's Dictionary of Sex goes beyond anything we consider normal. You wouldn't think of defecating on a human being. Yet this is the type of 'education' made available in this literature.
Recently the Sport produced an article about a girl murdered by a necrophiliac. It wasn't put there with a view to getting people to feel deeply concerned that somebody's life ended tragically. It was about sexual titillation, surrounded by adverts for hardcore porn.
Even an appalling tragedy like that which has sexual overtones is used to encourage depraved acts."


Harmless fun anyone?

Lad's Mags A Bad Influence On Chirdren And teenagers? Question Been Posed In The Media

Actually, i don't think the're just a bad "influence" on children and teenagers. I also firmly BELIEVE that they have a negative and bad "influence" on adult men and women. What fucking purpose do they serve? except to give another platform in which to grind the female into a patriarchal beefburger.

If your circularity system can handle a sudden bout of hypertension, it might be worth keeping tabs.

I will update this as i find the "best" comments within the media.

(Edit) Changed my mind, because... i can! I have decided not to include ANY pro lad's mags comments, as i feel i've already given enough blog space to the pornographers. (1st Sparkle*mendment)

Ode To A Troll

I'm a troll and I'm okay
I troll all night and I troll all day
I dress in women's clothing, and hang around on blogs.

A Mouse Story

This picture was to go with the post below, but due to a touch of bloganoma, it won't edit....i will try later.

(Edit) "Danger Mouse" wants to stay here. She likes having her own post.

A Mouse Story

.... A prologue and a metaphor
I shall tell you the story of a small brown mouse. The mouse lived, as all mice have lived generation upon generation, small and brown.
At the time of our story, the small brown mouse was beginning to feel old and very tired. She was worn and fragile before her time because of all the children she had raised. She had so many children that she could not remember all their names but they remembered her. They turned to her for help and aid whenever they felt the need. She was always there for her demanding children.
Once again, her time was drawing near. The baby mouse that grew within her was making itself felt. She instinctively knew that this would be her last child and that only one baby grew inside her. Despite her obvious tiredness, her older children still made demands on her. They took from her the last of her reserves of strength and almost all her life force was gone. Still, she ran after her children, helping as she could, so wrapped up in their demands that she neglected her own self.
The baby mouse inside could not survive such stress. It could not survive without mother’s attention and love. So quietly the baby mouse curled up and his spirit left his body. The mother mouse felt this, but it was too late for her to do anything.
Realising what she had done, she moved into a deep, deep sleep. She was going to allow herself to die from the body and leave the demanding children to learn their own lessons.
In her sleep she began to feel a presence. It was the Great Spirit of the Mouse Nation. Kindly did the Light look on the small brown mouse and gave her a dream. The dream was an alternative ending to the story of the baby mouse.
In her dream state, the mother mouse was firm and strong with all her children and although kind and helpful, she made the children work for themselves. She taught them all they needed to know, then moved away from them and allowed them to make the mistakes that would see them grow and mature into wise mice.
The mother mouse talked to the Great Spirit and took time to look after herself and to care and nurture the baby mouse growing within her. She spoke soft words of strength to the mouse and allowed herself to receive the blessing of Great Spirit. She was happy and she was content.
As the baby mouse grew, mother mouse felt that somehow this, the last of her children would be special, but how she did not know.
The time of birth arrived and she was ready. She was heavy and in pain but that did not matter. The baby mouse was strong within her and beginning to make its way into the world. T he earthly world slipped from mother mouse as she lay in the deep sleep. But slowly she moved back to a conscious state and realised that she had been blessed by the Spirit of the Mouse Nation, for beside her lay a beautiful white baby mouse.
Great Spirit had felt the regret and sorrow in her heart and had given the old mouse her wish to have the last of her children. Great Spirit had done even more. This was the first white mouse of all.
The old mouse cried tears of joy. She knew from deep within, the future of the baby mouse, for this was also a gift from Great Spirit. She was old and would not see in reality the future, but already she knew it.
She saw her baby white mouse, the first white mouse, move beyond the limits of the brown mouse. It was the first mouse to dare to be different and because of its difference, courage and knowing, that it was not confined to the limitation of all the others.
So began the change of the Mouse Nation, a change that came about because an ordinary mouse changed her path and allowed her heart of speak with Great Spirit, allowed herself the nurturing she needed and allowed Great Spirit to come to her.
Each time you see a white mouse, remember the little brown mouse, her heart and her allowing. Allow yourself the space and the nurturing to grow to your own full potential. Be tied to no limitations.

Another Pyro' Brighton 13th May (My Birthday)

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Pyrotechnics At Brighton May 13th 2006

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Donkey Punch

This makes me so incredibly angry, but here goes...
Donkey punch is a slang term for a sex move performed during doggi style vaginal or anal sex. The move involves the penetrating partner punching the penetrated partner in the back of the head or neck. The act is mostly encountered as a joke or urban legend as is often thought of as fictitious, but in recent years it has appeared occasionally in pornography. The first commercial recording of it may be in the 2004 JM Productions film Guttermouths 30, in which Alex Sanders punches Gia Paloma. Later it was featured extensively in the 2005 JM Productions film Donkey Punch.
The practice of hitting one's partner for sexual enjoyment is familiar (see sadism and masochism), but in the various joke-descriptions of the donkey punch more exotic rationales are often given for it. For example, sometimes it is said to cause the muscles around the vagina or anus to contract around the penis, giving enhanced pleasure to the active partner. In one exaggerated telling[1] this phenomenon is of such great force as to result in the inversion of the rectum (which may then be described as a "pink sock"). In reality, punching someone in the back of the head (rabbit punching) can damage the brain stem, causing death or permanent injury. It is illegal in professional boxing for this reason. The donkey punch may also be prosecutable as assault or sexual assault, in some jurisdictions even if consent is given.
Get it?
Just to make matters worse(if that's possible) Cafe express are selling t-shirts promoting this violence against women. Here's the quote from the site...

"Can't deny that a Donkey Punch is the greatest thing invented. Women love it whether they want to admit it or not. Biatch."

And if you feel really brave here's the link.

http://www.cafepress.com/donkeypu.19288938

Love Your Body You Goddess

Woman In Body Bag a.k.a. Burqas

Now i don't want to upset any religious groups, about what they choose to wear. I know some women who wear Burqas, claim to do so as some sort of symbol and dedication to their faith. I'm not going to ruffle any feathers here, because this post isn't about women who CHOOSE to wear the veil.

The other day while watching some news programme, it included footage of a country where the female wears the Burqas. Picture this....large group of men and boys dancing around smiling, wearing brightly coloured t-shirts, and just generally whooping it up about something or other. Then cue, the most surreal image scuttled into view. A woman (i guess) completely covered in this, this body bag thing, scurried and weaved along the edges of the group. It reminded me of a tragic "Cousin It" even the gap for her eyes was covered by gauze. I nearly cried.

Now this leads me onto the next bit. I'm sick of hearing this used as an argument against Radical Feminists, as in "Ahhhh but you don't have to wear Burqas do you, things could be a lot worse, you know"

Could they? So what? Whoopfuckingdooo we don't have to wear Burqas, what exactly does this mean? If women (radical feminists-not the fun kind) didn't fight, we would be wearing burqas or whatever else. Or probably more like a Bunnygirl (hack pppt) outfit as outlined in a previous post.

Burqas are merely a symbol of female oppression, just the same as pornography, prostitution and all the other pernicious cancers that the patriachy spew onto us.

Wakey wakey!!!! so what, we don't wear body bags...yet!

My Own Internal Patriachy And The Hairy Hand

When i got up this morning and checked my Matrix of the Sparkle* my first reaction, was that my previous post had sounded a tad AngRy and i even toyed, (albeit briefy) with taking it down. Had i been too brutal, lumping ALL men together? No? Yes? (Ahh you see, men take that as a resounding YES, their ears don't hear NO)... Tough shit! the men out there, who know that they do not abuse women/kids and who actually respect the female, know who they are. It's interesting, isn't it, here's lil ol' me daring to put my beleifs, out on to the WWW, and i get a little hesitant when i speak my truth. The Patriachy in all it's cockworshiping putrid glory reaching out invisible and stealth like to put its hairy hand on my GOB! No way! Hey this feels good!

Suck your own cock!

Shut The Fuck Up Bitch ( Courtesy of Pornography)

I want to repost this post, and add another image*, not because i think it's anything frigging great (as outlined below) but i sometimes (often) feel like a woman with no fucking voice! That image above sums it up, because most often, i feel i'm living out that very same pornography.
I don’t claim to be, educated, well-spoken or well-versed in feminist theory. I do, however, claim to be a woman, and a wise woman at that; who has a right to an opinion. Lately I have been somewhat discouraged by the division that is evident in so many of the feminist circles. We waste so much energy discussing, and quite frankly "who is the most academic". Personally, I am sick of discussing and academia has it's place. And, I am also pretty sick of pretentiousness and division. I wish we would stop fighting among ourselves. Men love a "Cat fight"...lets stop fighting petty battles and concentrate our energies in where they really belong. FIGHTING THE PATRIACHY

(Edit): Unsure whether to use this picture, due to the possibility that my motives may be misunderstood. Lets be very clear here...i decided to keep this picture up as it highlights just- oh- so -clearly how women DON'T have a voice. Courtesy of Pornography of course.

And for good measure. i would like to remind everyone of the (funny when you try to think of a goddam awful word for a man, it always gravitates back to female) Inadequate limp cocked (yip hit 'em where it huurts gal) stinking/festering little xx's who masturbate over fucking children yup... Paedofiles and Rapists, who get off on ABUSE, but hide behind their stupid fucking precious 1st a fuckamendmend. Created by men to abuse women Ahmen Ahfuckingmen! Well anywayz you may say 'ere's me next pic like :-)

*The supporting picture is the Pornographers, standing on a "woman"

**disclamer** this supporting pic might make you very angry, unless of course you are a rapist/paedofile

Sparkle* The Card Maker

Been feeling very creative today. I called into my local charity shop and bought a pile of Children's books for a quid! then i found some really kitch Snow white wrapping paper Mmmm i think it's Snow white? going to have to check up on that one. Anyway all for my card making! Got a great book about Lavender the Fairy, (which is now decimated) and transformed into a birthday card for my friend next month. Shit it's great! I've also done a little bit more on our "baby's" card who is one in August. Oh yes and i've just ordered a bag of multi coloured feathers off ebay. Ooo i LOVE feathers for embelishments. I seem to be getting inspiration from everywhere, keep getting images of things in my head of what i would like to make. Oh well suppose dat is good ya?

Now for something completely unrelated, i found a picture proclaiming to love Trolls (as above) now everyone knows we detest Trollish cretins....but i thought if i put this up, it may lull them into a sense of false security...and then i can POUNCE panther like...grrrrrrr, rippp, snarlll. I get hideously angry when people, any people, try to challenge my Radical Feminist views. Like it says in my profile, *It's my blog*

The Women Of Tehran

"On Monday June 12th, a peaceful demonstration of women for equal rights was brutally suppressed by the police force even before the participants get any chance to voice their demands. More than 70 people are arrested and men and women were beaten up and tear gas was used. The demonstration was organized by a group of women activists as a follow up to the similar demonstration which was held last year in front of University of Tehran"

The sit-in on 12th June 2006 had been widely advertised online and was a peaceful plea to the Iranian government to change its unequal gender laws. The principle demands were as follows:
• Abolition of polygamy
• The right of divorce by women
• Joint custody of children for mothers and fathers
• Equal rights in family law
• Increasing the minimum legal age for girls to 18 (currently it is 15)
• Equal rights for women as witnesses in courts of law

When you see these women's plea's it's not very much is it?...chilling.
After reading several blogs of the women of Tehran , and various news accounts across the web, i couldn't help recognise just how far we've come. I've noticed a lot of Trolls use arguments like this to try and silence feminists. "but what about the poor women of Tehran?" yadda yadda yadda. No way is any oppression, of any women, any where in the world, going to take my eye off women here. Of course i've got goosbumps on my goosebumps when i read those reports. But i repeat, i will not take my eye of the ball, not for one minute.

Dragon Fly

Not sure if this hideous lesion i have on my leg, IS the result of a greedy Dragon Fly pupae, but anyway here's a picture of a rather nicey D.F. that incidently, i have just copyed onto glass.

Condition Of Worth for Woman

Self worth, self respect, self love, self esteem self...self..self as applied to women. Soopermouse's post on worth set me thinking (yet again) about how much i have struggled with this concept ...self, me, my-self. How, for so long i *looked out side of my-self* to stroke the ego, the self, to feel better, good, worthwhile, to love myself. How the patriachy gives me a checklist to tick off, too old? too fat? too thin? too gobby? too? too? too?.
Women have lost sight of them-selves. Pornograpy, prostitution, domestic violence, all tools of the Patriachy, all designed to keep us in our place. Religion started this ball rolling with the notion that women were created from men, not from the earth, but from men. How can a woman ever feel *WHOLE*, when she has never been allowed to be whole. Christianity indocrinating us from birth that we are inferior, we do not come from source, the alpha and omega, as men do; for we come from men.

What a message.

This dis-ease laid down in our bones, our body gradually turns to disease. Our bodies remember, passed on through the generations, imprinting on our DNA

Many of us have seen the *tools* the *weapons* that they use to keep us gasping for breath, feet bound, circumcised , naked and abused. Our image of self, our concept of who we are, contorted, boxed and packaged.

Those of us who *see* the weapons, the tools, will continue to fight.

Re-Post

I'm posting "me" on a weird day again. Sometimes this feels rather safe in its familiarity...ahhhh bliss

PDP

Also known as Personal Development Project. Very interesting day all round, and i feel i've done some pretty serious networking. I had a lengthy talk with the Communications Manager who works within Neuro Physiology. He took my number, as he was impressed with my previous experience, especially working with refugees, and asylum seekers. He has helped develop and implement "tools" for assesing the mental health status of refugees. I am SO interested in this field. I've got a good feeling about this one, Mmm thinky something might come of it.

As far as the PDP course goes I'm going to have some overlap with my work at Dilston, but i am just going to have to work around it somehow. I talked to Lisa (Finchley College Tutor) about one of the days that i would be unable to work and it was fine. I'm just going to have to sneek another one in and ask Dilson to change one day.

Rang Sarah about not wanting the job and it was fine (getting brave or what) She was expecting a refusal from moi, but she thought more on the lines of me not wanting to have C.I*. She apparantly has talked to Paul, and he agrees Wooooooo big fuck off deal right! that i must have the C.I.* to be able to do the job. Sarah feels that i "do not understand fully" about it all. Cheeky fucktard! I do understand, it just dosen't mean, that because i don't want a fucking Colonic, that i don't understand fully about the De-tox ethos.

Oh well... come the revolution, there's a few dick-heads i'm gonna have up against the wall.

* Colonic Irrigation (Hydrotherapy of the shitzer)

(Edit) I know Paul, and i don't believe for a minute that he *agreed* with Sarah: knowing him, i guess he said something along the lines of "Aye..Aye..Aye" just to keep the peace. It's interesting how people corrupt other's responses to fuel their own agenda...isn't it?

Definition Of Feminist

I will give credit to the creator of this card, when i remember where the fuck i found it?
(edit) Found it! "Mind The Gap" Thanks "Mind the Gap"

Musings for Thursday

I've been gardening at Dilston, just about all day, well 9:30 to 2:30 and i'm feeling pretty tired. Forgot to say i've got a huge/bite/allergic reaction thingy on my right calf. The Dilston lot say they have never seen anything like it before. I'd been working around the pond on saturday and Elaine (Mad Professor) says there is a Dragon Fly that has a gross evil caterpiller whotsit, that has a nasty bite. Fucking little twat!!

Tomorrow i go to the Personal Development Workshop event, so that may be interesting...
Definitely not going to work in the clinic. The two main points remain a) the travelling and b) hourly rate, client based. I will ring Sara tomorrow, and if she says anything questionable i will tell her straight.RHAAARRR! Joke...i will not shout, i will cut her short with my self-confident, takes not the shit,divin't be messing with me hinny, sort of approach.
AND, i nearly forgot! both my items on ebay have buyers!! whoopidy dooo, and there's 6 more days to go so the prices may still increase

I'v included the sparkely little fairy as i feel quite enchanted to day, which reminds me, i told Katrina and Elaine about, how, when i close my eyes i keep seeing plants! Apparantly it's quite common and the spiritual explanation is that i have taken on some of the plants spirit, essence,energy...now that is cool!
(edit) Elaine is a real life mad professor... in Neoro-Science to be exact.

Been To See Sarah

Went down to Whitley Bay at the Lotus Clinic to see Sarah. As i mentioned in a previous post. my dealings with her had not inspired me much confidence. The clinic looks nice and proffessional and Sara wasn't as bad as i imagined, but i could still feel some sort of undercurrent, if you know what i mean? gut-instincts and all of that. Anyway, i have to get back to her soon to tell her of my decision. I doubt very much if i will take the job, my reasons are as follows:

1) Whitley Bay is freaking MILES away, well about 25 there and back,
making a round trip of 50 miles per day. Today's journey took one hour, and the traffic wasn't even all that heavy.

2) The pay is per hour per client, which means light day...light pay, and i forgot to ask about holiday enitlements. The initial job is part time, i don't know if i could run my flat on part time pay.

3) I have to have Colonic Hydrotherapy as part of my training. Sarah insists that you can't explain or guide someone through a proceedure, if you haven't experienced it your self. I replyed that's like saying you can't be a Midwife if you've never had a baby. I don't know if i want to have a C.I. Also it feels like a boundary issue, where i'm expected to discuss with client's what proceedures i partake of....Mmmmm

It dosen't look like i'm going to take it, does it?

Shame in a way, because i would get experience of running a clinic on my own, and learning many new de-tox procedures.

Nope! to summarize, the travelling, and hourly rate only is enough to stress me out.

Oh well, On friday, I start training, for facilitating "Personal Development" workshops...hope this is interesting, AND more lucrative.

Playboy Shite Targeting young Girls

I am becoming even MORE aware lately, of how companys like "Playboy" are creeping snake like into our everyday life. The recent normalization of pornography into main stream acceptance has been the afore-mentioned Playboy with their pink glittery stationary, whose target is young girls. This is a subtle message to young girls that a life in the porn industry is something to be aspired to. It's simply NORMALIZING pornography. It's "cool" to be a porn star...i wonder if most people realize that the VAST majority of porn workers are survivors of sexual abuse, and i'm talking around 75%. Yup around 75% of women in porn have experienced child hood sexual abuse. Not so sexeee now is it, unless you are an abuser of course. This is without taking into account how Porn harms the women performing, and damages the very fabric of our society, by saying loud and clear "women are just fuckholes, three holes to be exact! to be used as a ejaculation spitoon for semen" that "women want to be raped"and "when a woman says "no" she really means "yes"
WHS have refused to take down their display of Playboy stationary for girls, even though many other retailers have complied.

What this awareness underscores for me is that we live in rape culture that is incredibly entrenched in all our minds, that this works powerfully against us no matter how conscious we feel we are.

Sign the petition link below:

http://www.petitionthem.com/default.asp?sect=detail&pet=1897

Anti Rape Poster

I'm in quite a picture[esc] sort of mood to day. I post the following anti-rape poster courtesy of
Amy at Feminist Reprise.
Pornograpy perpetuates the "Rape myth" i.e women want to be raped. When a woman says "no" she really means "yes".
Listen...when a woman says "no" you better believe it, or you might find yourself in jail with a very strange bedfellow, who couldn't give a shit what's coming out of YOUR trap. He'd be too busy thinking about a nice bit of a**l that he knows you "really" want.

The Alternatives?

I came across this poster quite a while back, very simply it portrays a disturbing picture, showing the polarities that the patriachy can impose, or should i say, [have] inflicted upon women...
Mmm Bunny Girl or Body Bag...anyone?

I found that it is always better to fight than not to fight, always no matter what. -Andrea Dworkin

Ebay

I've done it! i'm actually selling two items on ebay! Now, i've bought quite a lot of bits and pieces myself, but never actually sold anything. It won't be the end of the world, if they don't sell [although it would be nice]
It seemed to take ages getting the wording and picture sizes right, but non the less i've done it, and i feel quite proud. It has definately been a "learning experience" as i know the ropes now!

Kundalini Defined-Origins of the word c***

Kundalini is more correctly pronounced KhuNDhALini
in the transliteration of Sanskrit into "English", "T" [kunti] is often written instead of "D" and pronounced with the tongue in the T position and spoken with a grunt as in "Dh" .. so that, for example, "Tao" is more correctly pronounced "Dh'ow". Similarly, there is a huge difference between K and Kh
Kundalini defined
Kun is the Earth ... add the "di" (sometimes spelt "ti") and its the little pot of earth in the earth (one cell) .. and the bits added to the end which some transcribe as "lini" is the perpetual consciousness of the alpha and the omega expressed as potential ..
Kundalini is the energy of our natural physical beingness - the life energy of each cell of the Physical Body.Kundalini is the latent potential of the Feminine Principle of Creation - the Life-Force and life consciousness of every cell of all physical life.
Kundalini is the Refiner's Fire which straightens out the mind's distortions of Life and Nature.
Kundalini - from its roots
Kh'
a dot (black stone); hollow, aperture (sometimes symbolised by the open vagina), the cup; the yoni as the feminine symbolised
u'
the moon calling to the sun
N'
wave (as of the ocean) ebb and flow of consciousness
Dh'
virtue, merit, true wealth as in receptive, assuming focus of that which is inner
A'
the concept of going inward, within or in; the feminine of the first sound (sruti) (hidden) from which all words are formed and from which all life emanates as a bidirectional action
li'
to adhere and to hold; to rock, pulse, sway, tremble, vibrate
n'
the lotus plant; the pearl; the primal mother; seed; naked
i'
to pervade as perception or consciousness; to go beyond; to grow; to evolve;
Kundalini is more correctly pronounced KhuNDhAlini
in the transliteration of Sanskrit into "English", "T" (Kunti) is often written instead of "D" and pronounced with the tongue in the T position and spoken with a grunt as in "Dh" .. so that, for example, "Tao" is more correctly pronounced "Dh'ow". Similarly, there is a huge difference between K and Kh
Kundalini defined
Kun is the Earth ... add the "di" (sometimes spelt "ti") and its the little pot of earth in the earth (one cell) .. and the bits added to the end which some transcribe as "lini" is the perpetual consciousness of the alpha and the omega expressed as potential ..
Kundalini is the energy of our natural physical beingness - the life energy of each cell of the Physical Body.Kundalini is the latent potential of the Feminine Principle of Creation - the Life-Force and life consciousness of every cell of all physical life.
Kundalini is the Refiner's Fire which straightens out the mind's distortions of Life and Nature.
Kundalini - from its roots
Kh'
a dot (black stone); hollow, aperture (sometimes symbolised by the open vagina), the cup; the yoni as the feminine symbolised
u'
the moon calling to the sun
N'
wave (as of the ocean) ebb and flow of consciousness
Dh'
virtue, merit, true wealth as in receptive, assuming focus of that which is inner
A'
the concept of going inward, within or in; the feminine of the first sound (sruti) (hidden) from which all words are formed and from which all life emanates as a bidirectional action
li'
to adhere and to hold; to rock, pulse, sway, tremble, vibrate
n'
the lotus plant; the pearl; the primal mother; seed; naked
i'
to pervade as perception or consciousness; to go beyond; to grow; to evolve;
CW

* I used c*** because i didn't want to attract inadequate, little Cretins lookin for w**k bank material. GO SUCK YOUR OWN C**K

Grandfather's Birthday

Oh! i've just realised it would have been my Grandad's birthday today! i don't have a clue how old he would have been, but my guess is 103. I'm sure he was born in 1903? I wonder what he would have made of 2006? quite scarey when you think of it like that. I loved my grandad he was the closest i had to a father.

Feminism in disharmony

I don’t claim to be, educated, well-spoken or well-versed in feminist theory. I do, however, claim to be a woman, and a wise woman at that; who has a right to an opinion. Lately I have been somewhat discouraged by the division that is evident in so many of the feminist circles. We waste so much energy discussing, and quite frankly "who is the most academic". Personally, I am sick of discussing and academia has it's place. And, I am also pretty sick of pretentiousness and division. I wish we would stop fighting among ourselves. Men love a "Cat fight"...lets stop fighting petty battles and concentrate our energies in where they really belong. FIGHTING THE PATRIACHY

*Edit: Unsure whether to use this picture, due to the possibility that my motives may be misunderstood. Lets be very clear here...i decided to keep this picture up as it highlights just- oh- so -clearly how women DON'T have a voice. Courtesy of Pornography of course.

Can't upload pictures

Update... I've been trying in [vain] to upload a couple of pictures, oh well never mind, i'm sure i'll work it out. Got a bit head mashed with it all and going to have a drinkie! I've been starving all day and have bowed to the "Beauty myth" shite and have not fed my face as much as i have wanted to.
Mmmm
Even radical feminists can bow down to pressure sometimes. I just down bow down to anything [male] hahaha!
Drat! i wish i could get my pics up! my favourite one of "god wants a piece of my ass" been itching to use it.
(edit: uploading is working purrrfectly now)

Job finding

Mmmm I've been offered a job to start in roughly September of this year. It's to work at a complementary de-tox clinic offering Colonic Hydrotherapy. At first, i had a lot of energy for this work, and thought i would be learning a skill to complement my Nursing experience. In fact i may be able to strike forth! and do it on a free lance basis. Well you may add, you don't sound all that sure to me Sparkle*

The woman who would be employing me, her name is Sara, is getting on my nerves...basically! She's been rather rude in her manner with me and it's pissing me off! I don't need to go into specific details how exactly, because that's my subjective experience.
I know i'm a tad "sensitive" at times but wtf! She has what i would describe as poor [shite] interpersonal skills and it's annoying me. I don't think it would work, me working for her [for her... been the operative words here] I've noticed that i'm giving her far too much of my energy for christ's sake...stop it!!
I'm going to go down on wednesday and if it dosen't *feel* right then that's it, simple in a nut shell. If she is cheeky again i am going to tell her. FUCK OFF

Think about it "something" is not right here, think....i'm dreading going to see her and i don't even WORK for her. Mmmm i think that is saying something...do you?

Musings of Sparkle*Matrix

Decided to get myself a Blog, mostly for me to ramble and journal life events as they happen. To refect and to see "in the moment" where i have been and hopefully where i may go, stay, or change direction completely. Hopefully giving a clarity to my choices by giving me a tool to self explore.