Wash Your Hands
All of we who make up me
Bricks
By Me
It’s been quite a while Tumblr, wow. Not so much has happened since the last time I posted here, however. I’m not quite sure when that was, but it doesn’t matter too much. All I know is that I’ve been having fun. I started writing a novel, and it’s going quite well. However, I felt like getting some of it out there a while, so I’m going to enter a writing contest. Since the novel isn’t anywhere near done, and it’d be too long to enter, I decided to write a short story version of my whole book, and I’m calling the short story Northern Lightshow. I’m going to send it into Writer’s Digest, who knowswhat’ll happen. Call me desperate for money, because you’re probably right. Here’s the intro, it’ll give you a good idea of what’s going on. Sort of.
Northern Lightshow
Based on a working manuscript
by Christopher Shearer
Introduction
The summer was busy, to say the least. An exploration of mind and body. For the first time in her life, Lily Anderson felt as though she was finally living. She had never let herself open to things such as love and psychedelics, but that’s not to say that she didn’t think about them from time to time. Jude opened her eyes to everything this troubled world had to offer. Leaving high school is tricky, but for these two, their departure was quickly forgotten amongst the kisses, the inebriation, and the beaches of Aurora. Though it had been June that they spent that week in that marvelous city, they couldn’t forget the significance it had for them. It would be the place where they felt at home, where a pilgrimage sought could be satisfied along its shores.
As the summer went on, Lily began to feel strange. Off color. Bland. And more specifically, things that in reality were familiar to her seemed foreign and looming. However, as she would spend a couple hours in this strange funk, it would mysteriously vanish along with the summer breeze. Although a cause for concern, Lily shook it off as a byproduct of the introspective explorations that she had been participating in.
The rest of the summer was not as eventful as the beginning, as the week spent in Aurora. The majestic city, adorned with brilliant lights and colorful population, created the picture perfect backdrop for love to plant its fallible seed in these two hearts. However wonderful it may be, there is nothing that will change the secret that the young boy has been hiding from Lily since the beginning of summer. Not something trivial by any stretch, but something that would prove to change the course of these two lives completely.
That’s pretty much the sum of it. There’s a lot more to it, there’s a lot of details that are in the actual manuscript that I didn’t have time to put into this. I hope you like it, and cross your fingers that I win! :)
Tasha and I watched Penn and Teller the other day, the “Teen Sex” episode, I figured I’d comment on it. This is probably one of the biggest, most hotly debated topics facing teens today. They receive messages from all sides; from peers, from parents, and even from their teachers. From these people they hear an array of messages, everything from “lock yourself away” to “you’re still a virgin?” I think the problem with this is, which each side that gives them the information, they’re also getting some form of bias, whether it’s the protective side of parents and teachers, or the “get on it” side from many peers.
I think teens need access to good, unbiased information. It’s obviously already readily available on the internet, but it needs to be presented to more teens. I also think it’s absolutely and completely absurd to try to stop teens from having sex. You won’t be successful. They’re smarter than you think. So if they are smarter than you think, why not give them the correct information, not information that sounds like it came out of the 1800s. Give them the information, and don’t freak out like they murdered someone. You were young once, give them a chance!
Obviously I’m not a parent, so I can’t really know what it’s like to have a son or daughter beginning to have sex, but I can imagine it’d be easier to cope with if there wasn’t so much stigma going on. People need to learn to accept thing for what they are; this sort of exploration is a natural thing for teens around 16 or 17. They’re curious for fuck’s sake, just let them. Don’t try to play detective and bust them. Don’t yell at them if you find condoms. And if you have a daughter, talk to her about the pill. It’s that simple.
Because as Penn said it himself, trying to stop teens from having sex is BULLSHIT.
Crazy little thing called love
This is a photo by ~kasolia, a DeviantArt user. I love kitties.
Things are looking pretty good, for reasons I’m not going to discuss openly. If you’re close to me, you understand why I’m in a great mood. Finally things seem to be changing, socially anyway. I’ve given up on being the proactive one, so I guess I’ll just have to wait around and see what happens. Nothing really psychological today, I guess that’s what this has partially become. To the few people who may actually read this, thank you. It’s nothing to groundbreaking, but it is straight from me, not sugar-coated, and unfiltered.
If only I could post on here entries from my journal, then you’d really have a fun time :).
Photo by Eric Gustafson
This made my day.
