Thursday, September 10, 2009

It's been awhile...

I think I have finally found one of the main conflicts I have with organized religion and my own experience with it.

Your Body is a Temple Haiku:

If your body is
a temple, stop eating high
fructose corn syrup!

When you stop doing
this, maybe I'll stop thinking
with my clitoris.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Apparently we always want others to wait

According to a sickening abstinence commercial I heard in the other room blasting from ABC family. The voice of a teen (or tween? I dunno), was saying "you don't have to go into detail about sex, don't be embarassed, you don't have to tell us about the 'parts' just tell us what you want us to do. Tell us to wait."

I'm not saying that I think that every teen should get laid, and that every one is ready, but that ad accomplished nothing!! It also sent a clear message that our "parts" are not important. Yet, masturbation is an important tool in discovering ones own sexuality and it can pave the way to a healthy sexual lifestyle (and conversely, an unhealthy one). Most men discover this, and use it to their advantage, but many women are left behind. We have nothing external like an erection to tell us when to go. If we are told that our "parts" aren't important, we are less likely to explore them in a healthy way.


What Do You Want? Haiku:

What are we waiting
for? If we never marry,
our parts are useless.

Monday, August 10, 2009

About to fall off of the fence

In the past couple of years I've been questioning the existence of God (or god) and I'm just not so sure anymore. First I thought, okay so Christianity is complete bullshit, but some higher power exists. Now I don't even know about that. I feel like a kid in the closet who must first come out as bi, because my family has scared me into thinking I'll go to hell.


Church Service Haiku

Does God want to hear
a bunch of white people sing
badly up to him?


Church Formalities Haiku

A human being
has no right to forgive me
"in the name of God."

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Um, fighting an uphill battle?

Messed Up Priorities Haiku:

What is the point of
kid-proofing the TV when
you have internet?


Jus' Sayin'

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Hey there Obama

I see you're working hard on the economy, healthcare, etc, but what about another promise you made to your followers? A promise that would take seconds to fulfill?

DADT Haiku:

You didn't ask, but
we'll tell you: you are being
a prejudiced ass.

Wanna stimulate
the economy? Allow
gays to get married.

Hey Kids, Why you be so fat?

Your parents are rich, you have no excuse. People in poverty do what they can to survive, meaning, high fructose corn syrup and preservatives in food, resulting in obesity. Yet, every single child I saw at a private swimming pool (at a club consisting of upper middle class families) was overweight, excluding two girls. There were about 30 kids at the pool.


Rich Parents: WTF? Haiku

You're spoiling your kids
with food that repays them with
a low self-esteem.

You have insurance,
you have money. Why can't you
use some prevention?

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Quest for Social Control

Serving food to middle aged men is a fast way to receive what are supposed to be compliments. So is simply putting up with your parents' perverted friend when he's had too much to drink. I don't know why these men think they own female sexuality, and I am even more confused as to why so many women put up with it.


Unsettling Haiku:

It's tragic when an
older man takes advantage
of a younger girl.

Yet, when an older
woman does the same to a
boy, the boy's a stud.

I don't want guys in
garments* telling me what to
do with my body.

I hate when you talk
about my body like it's
public property.

"You should model!" "You
shouldn't eat that!" "You're like a
centerfold!" FUCK YOU!


* Mormon Undergarments. In reference to Mormons taking a stand on "immoral" happenings and using political muscle to prevent loving couples from marriage.

And just so you know, all of the phrases in quotation marks have been said to me by IHOP customers.