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TBDMCB Chapter 2
Author's Note: The bulk of chapter actually occurs a couple of weeks before the first one, but I felt it would go better as the second chapter. So, here come the flashbacks! After this chapter, things will move in a more straightforward fashion.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance that my fictional characters have to real people is entirely coincidental. Fire Ice and snowcones (Fics) from fanfiction.net gave me the name for Gilbert Jones. I would like to extend my everlasting thanks to her, because Jones turns out to be a key character in this story even though I originally developed an older version of him in "Buildings Don't Fall," which I wrote before this.
Music Lover's Alert: The theme song for Gilbert Jones is "Butcher for Hire" by David Rovics. The theme song for this chapter is "Paul Wolfowitz" by David Rovics. Both songs are available on Youtube so that you can find them easily.
Chapter 2 Persistent Spirit
Seto Kaiba looked in the mirror and adjusted his formal dinner jacket. He despi
Insidious gender roles It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am a living defiance of gender roles. I’m not saying that to try to sound like I’m something special or that this is any great accomplishment; the world is increasingly open to women and men blurring the traditional lines that separated the genders. Nor was this defiance something I sought out. I simply am and have always been more on the stereotypically-masculine side of my culture’s personality spectrum. It’s not a big deal, I’m not proud or ashamed of it, and I don’t generally feel a need to point it out.
However, I have not always been so confident with this. I was raised in a sphere of Complimentarian beliefs, taught that men and women are created with a different “essence” and that the greatest fulfillment that a person can reach will be one within their gender roles. My own parents were not as strict with these
Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
Coercion and Consent I covered his eyes, "Guess who!" then thrust the bulge of my pants against his backside.
"Not now, Marcellus."
"Awww, c'mon, let's fuck!" I said, flopping on the bed, rolling over playfully. I played with a nipple and eyed him seductively. But he only sighed.
"I really don't feel like it."
I sat up and attempted to kiss up his neck and face, but he moved away. I folded my arms and pouted, muttering darkly, but my childish display of course didn't phase him. He's never been one for the pouting, but I can't help but do it.
"Come oooonnn," I whined, stretching and rolling on the bed, big doe eyes and hands together, in an attempt to be subby. "Lookit, I'm being cute, you wike da coot wight?" I said, making kissy face and smooching in the air.
"I'm just not in the mood," he said exhaustively. I blinked in confusion, then sat
You're Selling Broken Souls?You sell already broken souls
Blaming your customers for soul corruption
You're trying to sell us Free Will
Which we already own in abundance
Next, you tell us you know the cure
for the sad souls you barter
"Give us back that free will
or we'll just make your lives harder!"
You sell pre-corrupted souls
to hook us on the dream
You slander me, "Fool!"
for calling out your scheme
To vote against gays and women?
Then I will truly be free?
Turn around and call ME intolerant
When it's YOUR OWN bigotry being screamed
You sell me a damaged soul
that I neither want, nor need
You expect ME to fix YOUR product
Before YOUR god can feed!
Repeating meaningless praises
just to ignore his greed
Who cares about evidence?
Or Life itself?
When your place in heaven is "guaranteed"
You sell me a soul jam-packed with your filth
- a soul you have yet to show me
You claim the crime of an ancestor is my guilt
Hah! Well, you can go ahead and blow me!
If you can sway me without ins
ApathyThe world is saturated with causes. Online petitions, political discussions, advocacy groups, charities, and pleas for help saturate the internet, media, and everyday life. It is impossible to get away from them. It seems that everyone has a laundry-list of special causes that they rate you by; you had better measure up to their level of passion or you're probably a terrible person. Sometimes these causes become the grounds for bullying as friends bicker and shun each other over a political opinion. It can be exhausting.
With all these causes out there, it is little surprise that I'm starting to see a backlash of apathy. Any discussion of a charity, a good cause, or a struggle can result in a shut-down. "I don't want to talk about it," one might say, "I don't have time for everyone else's problems." Another gets angry. "So what if I do or do not support your cause? Most people
Notes for Lilith -Top Words-God is not a Man
or a Woman;
God is our name
for the best qualities of both,
wanting to believe
that at least the intentions were good.
Love is not dead, my daughter,
not yet or ever, and anyone who says so
is a coward, or a foolish cynic.
Love is what makes us like the angels,
Daughter of Men, Daughter of Women,
and even the angels linked together atoms
to express their Love
the way we do.
Never let anyone convince you that Love is wrong,
but do not make it an excuse
to be careless.
Daughter, you were named for the seldom-mentioned First-Woman,
who, wanting an Equal, not a ruler,
left the Perfect Garden
in search of Love.
The story went on without her,
but I think she found what she was looking for,
that Someone who was the other half-soul
that God had sundered.
Daughter, never settle for a 'maybe',
for an easy, pleasing, but slightly discordant song.
Too many people do, living with okay-ness
because they are afraid
to wait for really-beautiful-ness.
Unnatural DisasterUnnatural Disaster 3/19/15
There is a fault line in our relationship.
Like tectonic plates that shift -
the friction between us is palpable.
The tension builds until release
and the quake shakes us to our knees.
The aftershocks echo the worst and
the ripple effect has taken over.
And I don't know when we stopped caring.
Who's fault is it? Mine or yours?
I see the guilt in your glistening eyes.
I feel the pain caused by our lies.
We are powerless as this line
becomes a valley and we lack the
strength to build a bridge of forgiveness.
The fragile tether that holds us together
is frayed and decayed.
Erosion is a slow, gradual process.
Our once mighty foundation crumbled
before we even were aware.
It's sad to think of what we were compared
to what we are...how do we fix this?
One question remains: Do we fight to get us right?