Friday, April 18, 2008

Identity

First I was a human baby.

But not to long after that I was-

Girl

I was dressed in pink and my name ended in an “a”.

Next there was “girl child”

With skirts and dolls,

I learned about drag

By turning Barbie into a parachuter

Mom and Dad told me to stop climbing trees

Later, when I learned colors,

Green, blue, red-

I learned I was another thing;

White

I learned about this nice guy named Jesus

And his mean father God

My parents told me that I was

Christian

Then there was “student”

And I was told how good I was at English

The A’s in math were glossed over

I did like to read

The first identity I took-

Book-worm, smart, geek

Nerd

Ignore the perfect spiral I could throw

Then there were the throes of puberty

My body rebelled,

And I developed things-

Boobs, hips, blood,

And a new word was pushed on me

(As true as it wasn’t)

Slut

I thought about who I was

And who I wasn’t

And choose my labels for myself

Agnostic

Feminist

Smart

Opinionated

But, From everyone else

I am still

Girl

White

Christian

Nerd

Slut

And I never got back my first label

Human

10 Comments:

At 9:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't think anyone in their right mind would label you Christan.

 
At 9:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Christian I meant.

 
At 1:09 PM, Blogger Goddess Cassandra said...

You'd think not, but you'd be surprised how many people assume I still am. Particularily since I like to wear crosses (not the religious ones, the symmetrical ones). I seem to annoy a lot of people like that.

 
At 12:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like you are a slut and property. Your boyfriend decided that it would be better to be “married” so you did what you were told and signed a piece of paper even though it upset your parents. He wouldn’t care if you aborted a child the two of you created, meaning he cares about your vaginas ability to be drunk and available, but not much else. And he has “married” you however you two still live in an apartment, showing that he has not bothered to provide a stable home, and furthermore shows his desire to have steady sex, but not provide a foundation for you two to build your relationship on.

If you want to see what an owned slut you really are, tell him that to be romantic, you don’t want to sleep together until September when you have your “real” ceremony, and watch how quickly you become a statistic.

And don’t lie and say you don’t advertise this blog when you link it to the DakotaStupid web site.

-Jake

 
At 2:25 PM, Blogger Goddess Cassandra said...

Wow, that comment is such a whole lot of stupid that I don't know if I should leave it up to mock, or if I should just delete it and go on with my life. Hmm, decisions, decisions.

 
At 3:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would be surprised if someone like you didn’t delete the comments.

“that comment is such a whole lot of stupid that I don't know if I should leave it”

It appears that the truth has rattled your seemingly well crafted and thoughtful posts, and has caused you to reply with unorganized thoughts, and no defensive argument.

-Jake

 
At 3:59 PM, Blogger Goddess Cassandra said...

Very well, Jake for your viewing pleasure I give you:

http://punkassblog.com/2008/04/21/mea-culpa/

 
At 4:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jake, I read your post and couldn't help but laugh at how wrong you were. Completely backwards in all areas.

First off, I didn't "tell" my sweet goddess Cassandra to marry me, she asked me. Oops, scratch one argument.

As for the marriage it’s self. I screwed that one. I am the one who upset the parental units. They were upset they were not keep informed and not there. My fault. Scratch two.

As for "He wouldn’t care if you aborted a child the two of you created, meaning he cares about your vaginas ability to be drunk and available, but not much else." Last time I checked she only had on vagina. :).
I all seriousness though I don’t know what would happen if she got/was ? pregnant. Not a question one can answer until it happens. The choice would be primarily goddess cassandra's though. Her body = here decision.

As for only living in an apartment, I'm sorry I am such a failure as a MAN. I am such a horrible, horrible failure oh dear. (Ok enough sarcasm). We are happy where we live, you don’t have to live there, and we do.

In the future please think about what you're saying and realize you don’t know the full situation. My wife is not property, in fact no women is.

Also, I am a little insulted that you have made a snap decision that I would divorce my wife if she decided she didn’t want to have sex for a while. I didn’t marry her just for the incredibly awesome sex. (That’s what happens when you respect your partner by the way, truly great sex.) I married her because she is the most wonderful, sweetest person I have ever known.
She is my light; she makes me the happiest person in the world.
Let me put this in perceptive for all of you doubters out there.

I am a pilot; it has always been my dream to fly. I have reached that dream because of cassandra's help and support. I would give up flying in a heartbeat if she wanted me to. I love her more that flight, more than anything. She is my love. She is not my property or just a vagina to fuck. She is an equal partner in the marriage and my partner in life.


-Hubby.

 
At 12:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lame.

I'm an idiot who has no reading comprehension skills, makes assumptions that have no basis in reality, who can't spell, and has nothing better to do then tell people online that blogging is dumb, even though the comment is longer than original post.

-Jake

*Administrator's note* Please see Comment Policy, hugs and kisses sweetheart.

 
At 4:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

WAH! WAH! Even though I said I was never going to come back here, I still obsessively write inane comments and want attention.

-Jake

*Administrator's note* Please see Comment Policy, hugs and kisses sweetheart.

 

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