Allegories and Suppression

You know, since Japan, I've found people-- or found that people I've known all along have grown up enough to-- relate to me, and they're interested in the same things. People aren't embarrassed to talk about what's prompted in English class at lunch. We're all curious about religion or politics or something deeper than gossip and boys (or . . . at least the people I hang out with are . . . ). We've gotten more mature . . . and for the first time since I was immature (though *cough* I never quite grew out of pretend . . . ), I feel like I fit in.

My family had a very interesting conversation about interjections . . . you know, golly gosh gee willikers damn damg gee whiz geez geez louise sheesh, etc . . .

Then Dad pointed out how I know Harry Potter how most people of the Reformation knew the Bible. I told him I wished the Bible were as capivating as Harry Potter-- which will probably get me sent to Hell.

I should probably learn the Bible better. Then 1) I can snap back at Fundamentalists, actually knowing the truth . . . and 2) I can use it like I use Harry Potter, and actually seen not like the total nerd. People know the Bible better than Harry Potter, and it's just a little more credible . . .

I see it as a big allegory.

I like allegories. I was considering writing one about WWII today. Too bad I wasted still too much time (and counting) on like a 20-page (and counting) fanfiction on Regulus Black . . . it was actually very interesting; I'm very proud of it. It was pretty allegorical, and explains a lot about Sirius and Bellatrix-- and even Bartemius Crouch, Jr.-- in the mix.

I hope something works out.

Hmm, that was a very random cryptic statement. I don't usually tend to do those, at least not in here, in this diary.

I like the Olympics. The unity of it, it appeals to my peaceful idealism. I don't care so much about the sports; they just make me jealous that I can never, ever do any of that . . . but I love the opening ceremonies and the symbolism, and even the stupid ads between the events that glorify the whole thing. It's a tradition, and one that actually ENCOURAGES peace and harmony.

My dad said two very disturbingly racist things in the past two days. One was something about Muslim men have a fetish for animals and men . . . and I was like, "Right . . . because they LIKED the Abu Ghraib torture . . . mmhmm . . . " and then he tried to back up the statement by saying the men were kept away from women so much, and they were uneducated, so they preferred the company of men . . . So maybe there's a possible reasoning, but I doubt they ALL do it. Plus it's considered shameful in that culture. Way to make generalizations. THEN we were talking about the security system at the Louvre, how it locks you in for 20 minutes so you have like 20 minutes to slash all the paintings you want. Tory said if you were stealing something, you wouldn't destroy it, but then Dad goes, "But what if you get some Arab in there?" I was like "HEY! I think you're thinking TERRORIST; that is not synonymous with ARAB."

You know what bothers me? Society's boundaries. Yeah, that sounds really overly-cheesy. Yet seriously. I was watching some show where they were talking about Puffy/Furry conventions, where people dress up like animals because they feel more comfortable interacting that way, and Tory and I were talking about it, and Mom was like, "What are you talking about? Oh, THOSE things? Those people are really sick." Since I have no real need to dress up as an animal, I told her that, but I was like, "I still understand the mindset. I see why people do it," because I do. She still was all *sucks in long breath* wary.

It's stuff like that that makes people not do things they have urges to do, you know? Tory doesn't express herself half as well as she would like to because Mom teases her and says she's "so weird." She's destroying her confidence. If I ever wanted to dress up as a furry, I would have to battle extreme feelings of shame. I mean, it's been the same way for gays and lesbians throughout history. All sorts of other fetishes are suppressed. I mean, lots of things have been suppressed, all the time, but it seems now the sexual frontier is the last to be freed, you know?

Okay, I'm starting to sound really weird now.

I just made both my parents come off as really narrow-minded and unaccepting in this. That is not really the case . . . these are just two very appalling stories . . .

. . . and I make weird slash stories of Bush and Saddam. Hey, at least mine was in JEST.

Allegories and Suppression

You know, since Japan, I've found people-- or found that people I've known all along have grown up enough to-- relate to me, and they're interested in the same things. People aren't embarrassed to talk about what's prompted in English class at lunch. We're all curious about religion or politics or something deeper than gossip and boys (or . . . at least the people I hang out with are . . . ). We've gotten more mature . . . and for the first time since I was immature (though *cough* I never quite grew out of pretend . . . ), I feel like I fit in.

My family had a very interesting conversation about interjections . . . you know, golly gosh gee willikers damn damg gee whiz geez geez louise sheesh, etc . . .

Then Dad pointed out how I know Harry Potter how most people of the Reformation knew the Bible. I told him I wished the Bible were as capivating as Harry Potter-- which will probably get me sent to Hell.

I should probably learn the Bible better. Then 1) I can snap back at Fundamentalists, actually knowing the truth . . . and 2) I can use it like I use Harry Potter, and actually seen not like the total nerd. People know the Bible better than Harry Potter, and it's just a little more credible . . .

I see it as a big allegory.

I like allegories. I was considering writing one about WWII today. Too bad I wasted still too much time (and counting) on like a 20-page (and counting) fanfiction on Regulus Black . . . it was actually very interesting; I'm very proud of it. It was pretty allegorical, and explains a lot about Sirius and Bellatrix-- and even Bartemius Crouch, Jr.-- in the mix.

I hope something works out.

Hmm, that was a very random cryptic statement. I don't usually tend to do those, at least not in here, in this diary.

I like the Olympics. The unity of it, it appeals to my peaceful idealism. I don't care so much about the sports; they just make me jealous that I can never, ever do any of that . . . but I love the opening ceremonies and the symbolism, and even the stupid ads between the events that glorify the whole thing. It's a tradition, and one that actually ENCOURAGES peace and harmony.

My dad said two very disturbingly racist things in the past two days. One was something about Muslim men have a fetish for animals and men . . . and I was like, "Right . . . because they LIKED the Abu Ghraib torture . . . mmhmm . . . " and then he tried to back up the statement by saying the men were kept away from women so much, and they were uneducated, so they preferred the company of men . . . So maybe there's a possible reasoning, but I doubt they ALL do it. Plus it's considered shameful in that culture. Way to make generalizations. THEN we were talking about the security system at the Louvre, how it locks you in for 20 minutes so you have like 20 minutes to slash all the paintings you want. Tory said if you were stealing something, you wouldn't destroy it, but then Dad goes, "But what if you get some Arab in there?" I was like "HEY! I think you're thinking TERRORIST; that is not synonymous with ARAB."

You know what bothers me? Society's boundaries. Yeah, that sounds really overly-cheesy. Yet seriously. I was watching some show where they were talking about Puffy/Furry conventions, where people dress up like animals because they feel more comfortable interacting that way, and Tory and I were talking about it, and Mom was like, "What are you talking about? Oh, THOSE things? Those people are really sick." Since I have no real need to dress up as an animal, I told her that, but I was like, "I still understand the mindset. I see why people do it," because I do. She still was all *sucks in long breath* wary.

It's stuff like that that makes people not do things they have urges to do, you know? Tory doesn't express herself half as well as she would like to because Mom teases her and says she's "so weird." She's destroying her confidence. If I ever wanted to dress up as a furry, I would have to battle extreme feelings of shame. I mean, it's been the same way for gays and lesbians throughout history. All sorts of other fetishes are suppressed. I mean, lots of things have been suppressed, all the time, but it seems now the sexual frontier is the last to be freed, you know?

Okay, I'm starting to sound really weird now.

I just made both my parents come off as really narrow-minded and unaccepting in this. That is not really the case . . . these are just two very appalling stories . . .

. . . and I make weird slash stories of Bush and Saddam. Hey, at least mine was in JEST.