All posts for the month March, 2012

Your Daily Dose of Religious Rage

Published March 30, 2012 by Laitie

I saw a picture on my personal blog that really angered me. It kinda hurt, too, because it came from a friend’s blog; a friend whom I really like and admire. But it’s not like she could have known that.


It was something about the Pope saying something stupid and the text said “coming from a guy that talks to imaginary cloud people.”

“Imaginary cloud people”? Really? What other religion gets mocked like that? And then many other reasonable people think it’s justified? Well, I’m gonna tell you something. Hold on to your hats, kids, it’s gonna blow your mind.

It is NOT justified.

Christianity is not perfect. But guess what? A lot of people still believe in it! And no spiritual belief is perfect, anyway. Isn’t that incredible? Even feminists and Democrats and plenty other people that you probably interact with and have a good time with believe in this imperfect religion. And I and many others actually believe in these “imaginary cloud people.” We have a lot of love and respect for them.

I do -not- see any other beliefs being so strongly ridiculed by people that I have a lot of respect for. This society is starting a WAR on Christianity and I do -not- think it is acceptable. When you insult Christianity, you insult me and many other respectable people. Why don’t you try having some respect?

If you wanna attack something, attack the current Republican candidates and point out the holes in their interpretations and speeches. Do NOT broaden your arguments to the whole of Christianity, because that is just as bad as racism, sexism, and all other forms of prejudice and discrimination.

I am -not- going to stand for Christian-hate anymore. The next time someone insults my religion, I’m going to flip. And it won’t be pretty.


Merry Christmas, Exotica

Published March 4, 2012 by Laitie

Tantomile purred against the back of Exotica’s neck. Her arms were wrapped around her beloved queen’s form, and she held her a bit closer as she thought about what a special night this was.

“What’s on your mind?” Exotica called softly.

“You,” Tantomile murmured. “And tomorrow.”




“Oh? Just ‘oh’?” Tantomile chuckled.

Exotica shrugged. “I suppose I never was one for Christmas.”

“But this Christmas is our first one together. No fights, no solemnity, no disappointments.”

Exotica just shrugged again. “I don’t like getting my hopes up, Tants. You know that.”

Tantomile smiled. “Fine then, don’t get your hopes up.”

Exotica sighed and turned to face her. “Every single Christmas has been the same as the last, Tants. I get my hopes up and somehow, someone destroys it. From losing my parents, to losing my home, to losing my tomfriend.”

Tantomile smirked. “Who needs toms?”

The dark queen rolled her eyes. “Not my point.”

Tantomile grinned. “Just close your eyes, dear. You’ll have a better attitude tomorrow.”

Exotica snorted, but did as she was told, curling into the mottled queen. She didn’t take too long to fall asleep, making it nice and easy for Tantomile to prepare a bit of magic for the next morning.

Exotica rolled out of bed a little after the sun rose. Why had she slept so late? She didn’t usually. She tried to shake off her sleepiness as she stumbled out of the bedroom, her eyes resting on quite the unfamiliar sight.

Was that…a tree? Her eyes grew wide as she realized all the holiday decorations that were not in their living room yesterday. The tree was fully decorated with tinsel, ornaments, and a star at the top. There was even a little train running beneath it. And presents all wrapped up in bright, cheery wrapping paper with big ol’ bows. It was…beautiful.

“Good morning.” Tantomile’s cheery voice snapped Exotica from her trance, and she spun around to see her queenfriend calmly sipping her tea.

“What is all this?” she asked, instead of returning the greeting. Tantomile chuckled.

“Your Christmas,” she said simply.

“You didn’t have to do all this…”

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to.” Tantomile came over to place her mug on the coffee table. “And you haven’t even seen the best part, yet.”

Exotica raised an eyebrow, but followed as Tantomile led her to the tree and sat her down. The mottled queen pulled the smallest box from the collection of presents—the one that wasn’t wrapped—and opened it. Exotica could barely breathe. Tantomile was handing her one of the most beautiful rings she had ever seen. A collection of diamonds encircling the band and meeting at the one, big pearl.

“Will you be my mate?”

Exotica’s eyes welled up, and before she knew it, she had toppled Tantomile over for a kiss or two. The two queens gave in to giggles soon enough.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” Tantomile sat up a bit, grabbing the ring to slip it on Exotica’s finger.

“Merry Christmas, Exotica.”

Don’t Stop Believing

Published March 1, 2012 by Laitie

Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

She sat and stared out the dingy train window, watching the midnight world pass by her dull eyes. She didn’t notice the boy sitting across from her.

Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

He had noticed the girl, but was more interested in staring out his own window. He was going to get his life started somewhere else.

The train came to its stop and both man and woman decided to get off. He glanced over at her as they walked off, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to have some company tonight.

A singer in a smokey room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume

They found a sign still blinking “OPEN.” The bar was hosting a karaoke night. He dared her to sing. She dared him to play his guitar with her.

For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

They both had a little too much to drink. Smiles turned to laughs, turning to kisses, turning to an open motel room. The beginning of the rest of their lives.

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night.

Strangers, sharing the bed. Strangers, falling in love. Strangers, finding each other when they didn’t realize they were searching.

They talk the morning away. Not daring to give too much information. Not daring to ruin the moment of it all.

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin’ anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Time catches up with them, and they meet at the alter. I do.

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night.

Every day, they remind their children,

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights people .


Published March 1, 2012 by Laitie

She stood there, alone in the ballroom. This was supposed to be her night. But her best friend had danced off with her crush. Her mother and father had scolded her for something she, to this day, cannot remember. She stood there, alone and upset. Nothing ever went well for her. She was thinking that it was time to give it all up.

I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it

She had never really noticed the steward before. Why would she? But that night, he approached her, held out his hand. The musicians were long gone. But he looked her in the eye. “May I have this dance?”

It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me

It was a wonderful evening.

She was so in love. Her father would disapprove. Her mother would faint. But she didn’t care. She loved him.

My hands, they’re strong
But my knees were far too weak

To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet

But there was something there. Something she didn’t see.

But there’s a side to you that I never knew, never knew
All the things you’d say, they were never true, never true
And the games you play, you would always win, always win
But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face

Let it burn while I cried
‘Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name

It didn’t take long for them to run. Run away from the disapproving eyes. The stares. Into their own home. Disowned by their old world. Together forever.

When laying with you
I could stay there, close my eyes
Feel you here, forever
You and me together, nothing is better

It was there, she slowly began to realize…

‘Cause there’s a side to you that I never knew, never knew
All the things you’d say, they were never true, never true
And the games you’d play, you would always win, always win

She was hurt. Betrayed. Angry. She thought it had been real. She thought they were wonderful together. But she had been blind and stupid. He was a monster.

But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Let it burn while I cried
‘Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name

The rain came down with flames in her fury. Their house—their life together—she was burning it down. She walked through the fire, listening to the harmony of its hunger for life and his screams of terror and pain. He called her name. She stared at his form burning in the flames. She turned her back. Walked away. She never turned back.

I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
Where I felt somethin’ die, ’cause I knew that
That was the last time, the last time

Today, there is something missing. A hole she cannot fill. That hole gives her strength. She will never fall for monsters like him again. No matter how much she wants to. No matter how much she misses him.

Sometimes I wake up by the door
Now that you’ve gone, must be waiting for you
Even now when it’s already over
I can’t help myself from looking for you

She will never heal.

I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Let it burn while I cried
‘Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name

But she doesn’t care.

I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
Where I felt somethin’ die
‘Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time, oh

Oh, no

Let it burn, oh
Let it burn
Let it burn

OK, Seriously

Published March 1, 2012 by Laitie

When did we give the public and the government the right to even bother thinking about what goes on in our private lives? Sex, abortion, childbirth, LOVE, family values, etc. It’s all so ridiculous! The government has no business telling me what I am allowed or not allowed to do behind closed doors. No right to tell me what I should do with my own body. It’s a FREE COUNTRY! How is that so hard to understand? And not a single one of you people reading this has any business telling me that I can’t have an abortion if I know full and well that I would not be able to give my child a good life. This country is all about making our own choices and dealing with the consequences on our own. Why don’t we have some respect for people and their privacy, huh?

The sad part is, I think I know when we did give that permission. Society today has no shame. I was watching a youtube video about these psychic twins on Tyra’s show. Yes, there are personal things people want to ask psychics, but these people were asking about “when will we lose our virginity” and so many other personal things. On television, no less! Can’t get much more public than that! Why would you want to advertise that? We have no sense of privacy anymore. And that makes people think that they have a right to invade it.

But they don’t. I was shocked to hear about the mandated ultrasound before abortion. Floored when whats-his-face was talking about what is acceptable behavior IN THE BEDROOM. Disgusting! Not a single person in the world has any right to tell me how I have to behave in my own bedroom. That’s private, behind closed doors. End of story.

Slight diversion of topic, now…

This country was founded on freedom. I don’t care about the tiny little details of what that meant back then. It’s still freedom, and because the meaning has changed, we have to keep politics and opinions up to date.

Freedom of choice. I don’t care if you think abortion is the worst kind of murder in the world. You have no right telling someone else that they cannot do it. That person is not doing anything to anyone but herself. I think it’s sad when people don’t believe a fetus to be human enough to be valued, but that doesn’t matter. Because it’s not my decision to make. It’s hers.

Birth control is another personal opinion (not to mention it’s kind of important for treatment of several medical issues). To be perfectly honest, I am losing so much respect for the Duggars (19 Kids and Counting) because they are still going at it without any birth control; their next child is probably gonna be stillborn and I find that extremely irresponsible. But, I have no right to tell them that. I have no right to rant and rave against them because that is their choice. And I especially have no right to try and make those choices of theirs illegal to make. We have the technology, now, to enjoy sex without childbearing. And people are gonna do it anyway, creating more and more unwanted, uncared-for, unloved babies. So let’s use it! Times have changed drastically since religion was created. We have to change our outlooks to keep up. If things always remain the same forever, what good is going to come out? Good only comes from change.

You have no right telling me how to raise my child. Some laws and enforcements are great. But when you start telling me that I can’t raise my child in my religion? That it’s wrong to have him/her reciting the Ten Commandments or Four Pillars or whatever instead of playing with barbies or whatnot? No, that’s not acceptable. And you cannot tell me that you don’t know where the line that I’m talking about is drawn.

We are so absorbed in ourselves and our opinions that we feel we have to right to control everyone’s choices. We feel so superior to everyone because…I don’t even know why. Because we don’t have respect for people, anymore. When I respect someone, all my desire to run their life just doesn’t exist. If you still have that desire, you don’t respect them. You need to get your head out of your bum and realize how you only control your own life. Once you respect people, and realize that you only have say in your life, you’ll realize how much other people’s decisions just don’t matter. They just don’t. Because they don’t affect you.

Grow up. Learn respect. Keep your privacy, and keep out of others’.

And, government people, focus on the country as whole. You need to learn how you have absolutely -no- right to dictate anything in my private life.

I’m Scared…

Published March 1, 2012 by Laitie

Why are people so dissatisfied with Obama? I thought any idiot would know that it’s going to take more than 4 years to fix our struggles. I thought it was common sense that it would take more than just one person (powerful as s/he may be) to raise us out of the dark. Everyone should know that you’re not going to agree with everything someone else believes. Yeah, he has the power to nudge things his way more-so than you do yours, but that’s life. He’s our president, and he needs our support whether we like him or not.

Now that elections are coming up, we can get him out of office since we all hate him so much. But honestly, I haven’t found a single thing I like any of the other candidates saying, either. Nothing. At least I liked most of what Obama had to say. But all I’m really hearing today are Republicans and their rampage against the choices you and I make in our private lives. Oh, and how everyone’s attacking and blaming each other every chance they get. Beause that’s how you fix things.

I’m scared about the upcoming elections. It’s quite apparent that everyone hates Obama. So he’s going to get voted out of office and we’ll get some jerk up there wasting our money, degrading our women, empowering the rich, and screwing everybody else over. And not even trying to fix anything. Like, healthcare. Or the job market. Education (Side note: I was floored when I recently learned that the Head of Education in DC wasn’t even a teacher or administrator. How does that make sense????).

I don’t want to live in a country run by these people. But where can I go? My family is here, my life is here. This country is about change because of public choice. But slowly, our choices are being chipped away by corrupt politicians that no longer think about other people but know how to play the system. I’m terrified for the future of my country, and I’ll be waiting for November 7, 2012 with bated breath.