I admire the innovative spelling of 'piercing' in the heading, but I have three in one ear and two in the other.
Personal Information
Relationship Status:
Single - Involved
Sexual Preference:
Bisexual
Astrological Sign:
Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21)
Existing as:
Human
Smoking:
No Way
Liquor:
Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:
Regularly
Your Home:
Live with parents
Biography/About:
Well, I'm nineteen. Friendly but shy, if you're intimidating. Boisterous and overbearing, if you're not.
Likes:
I like outer space, long naps, hot showers, desserts antiques, semicolons, dashes, RTSs, MMOs, RPGs, tall socks and the British. I'm a badass Anglophile.
Dislikes:
Bad spelling, punctuation, and grammar; 'netspeak'; binge-drinkers; chain-smokers; Katy Perry; the patriarchy.
It's V-Day!
And when I say V-Day, I'm not talking about Valentine's. I'm talking about Victory. And Vaginas.
Some weeks ago I found a book version of Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues at one of my favourite bookstores. So needless to say I paid my money and brought it home. While reading it, I wondered how exactly answers came to the minds of women for questions that seemed, to me, somewhat outlandish. "If your vagina got dressed, what would it wear?" I'm starting to suspect that mine would wear a suit and top hat. Or a glass eye. But I'm not sure how that answer came to me. It really amazes me how...
The Passing of a Caribbean Shero
This is by no means what I thought my first post for 2009 would be like. I was intending to rant about pornography. But unfortunately, circumstances dictate that I instead talk about something else, possibly the last thing I would have wanted to talk about at all.
And that something else is this: I think that someone in this country needs to build a gigantic bloody statue of Jizelle Salandy. Trinidad and Tobago has lost its greatest claim to international fame and recognition with the untimely death of this young, undefeated boxing champion. I, in my ignorance of sporting issues and boredom...
YUH HAVE AH PAD? A discourse on the taboo of menstruation.
I'd been working on this one for a while, but certain recent events at the Convent (where I now teach, by the way. Spooky, no?) have actually made this topic a bit more... topical.
I'm sure any Trinidadian schoolgirl (or anyone who was ever a Trinidadian schoolgirl) who reads the title of this article will be curious as to why it is typed in capital letters. Surely, that question is one that must be whispered with shame into the ears of a sympathetic classmate, not shouted with pride from the chapel roof! It is something that I'm sure many of us Trinidadian schoolgirls past and present have...
A Second Look at TIPPING THE VELVET, by Sarah Waters
Okay, so here I am again, talking about Sarah Waters' three-part left-handed lesbian novel, Tipping the Velvet. In the first look, we saw the high-point of Nan's career as a decent human being. Part two details her descent into debauchery and filth. Because that's what this novel is, you know. Debauchery and filth. But I like it ^____^
So Miss Astley, with her bag of man-clothes and her twenty pounds, finds herself drifting soullessly about the streets of London, and comes upon a lodging run by a woman who insists that she will not have Nancy bringing gentlemen up to her room. While she's...
