How do lesbians 'do it'? Seriously. A grown ass woman asked that. What the fuck is wrong with people? Is it because you have that one token lesson friend you think it is OK to ask such personal questions? If I asked a question like that of you, would you not be brutally embarrassed? Would you not be offended? What is it about my sexuality that makes you feel like that is okay to ask? I beg an answer from that one.

just because you are homeless doesn't mean you have to look it. If you look it, you will remain homeless for far longer than if you do your best to take care of yourself despite your living situation. When we frame the concept of homelessness in terms of a temporary or chronic problem, the chronic homeless population usually suffer from mental illness, I can not prove that but I'd bet my last dime on it. Depression sets in and they feel they are too worthless and unwanted to get out of their own rut. No one bothers gospel to the homeless that look homeless tho to get them up out of themselves either. It isn't a matter of poverty, it's a matter of mental health. Poverty is what causes temporary homelessness. The lack of funds replenishes when someone finds a good palpating job.we really need to look at things that Bernie Sanders has spoken on in the past, make people face the reality that mega churches are corrupt, force them to pay taxes and move on with helping the homeless by creating communities for them. There are plenty of places that have empty buildings where homeless could come together and be safe from the elements, from starving. It is deciduous that we have any much less different kinds of homeless problems. We are American we should not have this problem. Someone asked me today how I could be homeless but not look like it.

Today, I am starting a new blog. One that is mainly for myself, just to keep track of all the things people ask me. Weather it is a queston about myself as a person, or weather it iw how to fix thier fucking computer, if someone asked me today, i have every intention of telling you all about it. It may make for some good reading material while you are on the toilet. It may make for some controversial reading material while you are on the train, but no matter what, its going to make for some intresting topics considering i get asked a LOT of questions through my day and the questions range from simple shit to "do i look like i work for NASA" shit. *why do you spend all night writing?* That one is soooo much more complicated than you could possibly imagine. When I was a child, I used to read like every book on the planet was going to disappear tomorrow. I knew they weren't going to, but the ferver with which I read, well, youd have thought that is what was happening. I had a rough childhood (who the hell didn't, even if they didn't) and to escape from my world, i would dive into someone elses world, created for me, in order to give my imagination fuel for whatever i was trying to get away from that day. It was never any particular thing, but everything. It was something easy to do, didn't cost any money to apoor family and it allowed me to get out of my room without every having to go outside and get all peopley. (yes, I spelled that as I ment to). One day, I ran out of books to read that were intended for my own age group. that was somewhere in grade school. by junior high, my reading level was off the charts and the school and public libraries would have to send me off into the adult sections while the other folks my age were still back reading stuff meant to occupy thier minds. This gave me a vocabulary that would make most english teachers shit themselves by the time i was highschool. You would think, given the ammount i read, the variety of topics i would choose to read, my intrest in words, that i would have made something out of it. Well, most of the reading that i did was entirely gratuitouse. I did it only because i hated my world. I didnt do it trying to get smarter, i did it trying to get entertained. Now what does reading have to do with writing all night long? Nothing. Everything. All of it, all of those words, those ideas, all of it jammed my brain full of information. Information i wanted to share back with people. Unfortunately, life didn't take kindly to my plans of simply sharing knowledge. Life took the time to not just teach my own lesson, but to give me experiances that when combined in a single individual, usually lands them in the nearest mental institution. Me, well, I write to get those experiances out. You the diffrence between practice and theory? Same diffrence. I want to provide insight to people on things that they would otherwise never think of. I have always considered myself a walking lesson. Doomed to walk this planet almost entrely by myself. Sounds fucking depressing, doesn't it? It almost would be but see, all that reading as a kid comes in handy. I am by myself, yes, but i am never alone. No i do not walk with an invisable man in the sky who carries my lazy ass across the sand to leave one set of foot prints. That Jesus dude was never there for me in any way. No, i take all those words that have been jammed into my head and i articulate my life's experiances to people who choose to walk with me when they need someone there. No, I am not carying your lazy ass across the sand either, but what I will do is use my words to help someone understand how unfair life can be. i will teach a person someday that the dude that Christians talk about was just a guy with a lot of comassion and the ability to articulate his words. I will also turn you into the nearest nut ward if you walk up to me and tell an invisable dude carried you across the sand because you are quite obviously delusional. I will use my words to teach people a lesson that can only be learned through compassion. I will teach people that would otherwise remain unaware, teach people by showing them that even the most normal looking person can have a lesson that only they can teach. I'll use my words to one day provide an outlet of understanding to a child who doesn't just want to, but needs to, have a healthy escape from reality. I will teach a teenager how hard it is to loose a parent without killing themselves. I will teach a woman how to bury the only boyfriend she ever saw a future with and not want to curl up and die herself. I will teach a woman that has had as still born baby how to forgive herself and know that she is not alone. I will teach a young adult how to live life without parents because they have already lost them both before thier 25th birthday. Why do I want to teach all of those things? Because, as I said, even individually, these experiances can be too much for one person to handle but add any of them together and a person can become volitile if they can not find an understanding ear to listen to them. How do i know that? I experianced literally all of it. and i experianced it all before i turned 23 years old. One day, my lessons will save someone's life. One day, someone will have something that happens to them that they feel is so taboo that they can not talk about it, but they may be able to read about it and realize they are not alone. That they don't have to fear the future because there is someone there willing to help them understand and learn all the lessons that can be learned from a terrible or tragic situation. Someone who feels they have no one, maybe one day will read what i have written, and one day maybe they will feel just a little less alone for it. And one day, I will write a book that will allow children to not just escape reality but fly through their imagination's skies with wanton disregard to the consequenses of daydreaming. It is for myself that I write all day and all night. It is for helping even just one person that I write all night. Even if no one ever reads a word that I write, I will have written and know that I didn't leave this world completely bereft of the lessons I had to learn without compasson or understanding. I write to get it all out of my head. That is why I write every night, to that someone who asked me today.