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(no subject) [May. 3rd, 2008|07:00 pm]
[Current Music |we suck young blood- radiohead]

thursday night ended so badly.
i went to cruise control, which is a monthly queer dance party organized by the bike shop dykes, and had a stellar time, and Troy ended up showing up unexpectedly; i knew he worked the folowing morning, and wasn;t expecting to see him there. We got pretty wasted and stayed until about 230 dancing and shootin the shit with other friends that were there.
We decided to walk back to my place since it was only a half hour walk; i had my bike and walked it beside me.
We stopped at double pizza on the corner of Ontario and St Denis, and troy went inside to get some food. There were a gang of 4 crust punks hangin out on the terrasse and i asked them if i could take a seat with them. We started shootin the shit. They seemed pretty interesting and this one chick in particular was pretty funny.
Troy comes out with the pizza and we talked for a few more minutes, then one of the crusties asked troy if he wanted to buy some pot and said "it's way better that the shit you'd get from those berri-square-[insert horrible racist comment here].
I called him out and said that it wasnt cool to use that language. He tried to justify himself by saying that he had been called racist shit when he lived in Saskatchewan, and that when he went to louisiana he called people that all the time and they didnt care. Troy tried to explain to him why despite the racism he had faced in his life, perpetuating it against other races is just as violent and hateful.
Out of nowhere the dude socked troy right in the face. 2 of the dudes friends tried to diffuse the sitch by telling him to chill out and that we are good people; and then i chimed in and said that violence doesn't solve anything.
This menacing grin on his face and punched me square in the jaw twice. I realized that rationalizing with this fucker was pointless so i backed up and when he came at me i started to run, and he chased me into the street and a car luckily jammed on its brakes right before hitting me. He chased me a bit longer while Troy ran into the pizza shop and told them to call the police; the employees outright refused and told troy to get the fuck out. The crazy man ran back and threw troy to the ground and started kicking him in the ribs and head. I tried to run back but i was on the other side of the road and the traffic was flowing.
I managed to weave my way back over and screamed at the guy. One of his freinds picked up my bike and threw it at me and told me to get the fuck out of there. I continued to yell at the guy and he came at me again. He hit me in the face again and i grabbed my bike and used it as a barrier between us. His freinds told him they were leaving and they all took off. I looked over and noticed troy was in the pizza shop. I ran inside and he was in a heated screaming match with the people inside, and i grabbed him and pulled him outside. I was freaking out and trembling like mad and i told him i wanted to get away from the store as soon as possible, we crossed the street and this dude coming out of a strip club called the cops for us. I wanted to jet, but troy was so pissed that the double pizza people refused to call the cops, he wanted to try and cause some shit for them. When the 5-0 arrived he told them all about it and they outright said the store has no obligation to call the cops and it is their right to refuse that to anyone. I was trembling so hard that i had to sit down on the curb. The cops said they would drive us home but that was all they could do. We got home and Tess was still up; she ordered food for us and took care of us until we fell asleep.
This expereince has been so fucked up for me but has also opened my eyes to some shit. I am a non violent person, and i remained non violent throughout this encounter, but it is just so hard to wrap my head around how someone could be so cold and hostile towards people who are just sharing a point of view. I understand that this dude has probably been through some shit, and i cant blame everything on the individual. Our society is designed to keep opressive systems in place in order to benefit a priveledged elite, which is why people end up fucked up on the street with absolutely no way out and no hope or love for anything. I guess it is scary to be confronted with the dregs of that. I can sit in a classroom and talk about how interlocking systems of opression relating to race, class, gender, sexuality, bodies, location blahblahblah effect the lived realities of people and communities, yet theory can't prepare one for the irrational and disgusting repercussions this can have. This sort of thing insidiously deteriorates my faith in human beings. I hate how, through conditioning, prejudices and violence done to people is reproduced and the opressed become the opressor. I would expect racist homophobic attides and behaviors from some stupid power hungry jock, but not some downtrodden crust punk. my logic is: well if you have expereinced this shit then you know how hurtful and shitty it is, so dont do it to some other marginalized person or community. Use that anger or that trauma for something constructive: activism, artistic expression, community building. I guess life's not that simple. This might be a conclusion that i can come to through multidimensional expereinces, but at the same time, i have a certain level of acess. I have access to university education, access to my parents money if i fall on hard times, access to wear monochromatic baggy clothes and blend right in at an airport, access to amzaing supportive artistic queer communities. I have my share of issues that can be hard as all hell to deal with sometimes, and it's really not always obvious how to cope or express my thoughts and emotions, but I can still see that nothing constructive comes from violence. Moot.
I enjoy craziness and unpredicable nonsense... as long as it's doesnt fucking hurt anybody! If your pissed off and need to get out some agression try throwing a brick through the window of a mcdonalds, because at least then you are attcking an institution rooted in the evil capitalist model of exploitation.
AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

MR said something that really struck a cord for me yesterday. She made a lovely Harry Potter reference linking the philosophical rant that Dumbledore proclaimed as part of cedric Diggory's eulogy at the end of the fourth book. He said something along the lines of "people make choices that can lead them down a hard road or an easy Road, and Cedric made a choice [in defending Harry] that led him down a hard road, and for that he is truly admirable." She said that I made the hard choice but she was truly proud of me and troy for standing up against racism instead of allowing it to slip by. That was a truly touching comment and made me feel a bit better about the whole situation.
I dont beleive in one cause activism. doing queer activism, If i were to ignore intersectionality of race, gender, and whatever other factors i can identify, then i would be further contributing to the opressive structures that i was originally trying to divert, reconfigure or smash.
some call it futile idealism and live their lives in sheltered comfort or just become complacent with the shit that is thrown at them.
I say fuck that.
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(no subject) [Mar. 4th, 2008|05:00 pm]
[Current Music |velvet underground &nico]

so the frantic anxious horrible state i was in last week seems to have passed. I had such a chill weekend and then woke up yesterday feeling ready to take on all the fucking responsability of my life.
step one: make a to do list
step two: fucking doit!

I got so much work done yesterday, and then went to cinema politica and they screaned two amazing documentary's
the first one was a look into different political resistance and movements in argentina right now through mediums of Artistic expression and community solidarity; standing up against their oppressive political structure, which was hella fucking inspiring due to the fact that instead of just showing: hey, there is so much fucked up oppresssion and corruption. they showed how people rose above it and found ways to resist and form communities and beauty.
the second was about this group of blind individuals in montreal who came together to perform a theatre production as a form of drama therapy and artistic expression despite all the struggle that went along with it. It was also super inspiring.

Today I had an incredible and empowering experience. I finally got to put that 40 hours of harm reduction training into practice. Me and another volunteer from ACCM went to this big highschool in the west island and animated HIV 101 workshops consecutively to three different grade 9 science classes. I was pretty nervous thinking back to my grade 9 science experience and what little shits 14 year olds can be, but they were so engaged with the material, asked so many questions and we had so much good feedback from the students telling us they learned a bunch. the way we did it is pretty informal, and really interactive, so i think it was probably a nice break from the typical model of learning that is found in school.
eeeeeeek! I was kinda nervous at first, but by the end of the first one i was getting really excited and by the end of the day i was like bouncing around the room. I cant wait to do more.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2008|10:41 pm]
does anyone ever create elaborate scenarios in which either yourself or someone who you love gets into a horrible accident and dies and then think of how you or the people you love would react, what they would say, what impact it would have on you or them.
Like say I was crossing the street and get a flash of a car swerving out of nowhere and running over me and then as I lay there slowly and excrutiatingly bleeding to death on the middle of st. catherines sarah runs out of nowhere and starts hysterically trying to help me but realises that i cant hear her screaming at me that im gunna be ok because my ears have already plugged themselves with blood and bits of brain and the last thing i feel is her squeezing my hand before i go into a fatal state of unconcious. What would that trauma do to her?
who would find out about it, and how would they react.
Whos lives will be effected through the impact that i have or could have had.
What imprint have i left on the world.
who will discover my journal and will they read it? or whats in my bottom bedside droor.
After 5 years will the only image people have of me be digital or meticulous splotches of ink on paper.
shit like that.
cause thats pretty much what my evening consited of. That and crying on the metro. 'I know. it's just as uncomfortable for me as it is for you'
sometimes i just feel like i am bombarded with so much information, alot of it unjust and fucked up, and have such heavy emotions, it just becomes alot to process. i am still trying to process some argument i overheard on the street last week, yet the flow never stops. Sometimes i wonder If i am actually retaining half the shit i learn, and the rest just gets shit out with the chick pea salad i ate for lunch. Even then this obsession i have recently about need to build my intellect in as many ways as i can to make up for lost time because i spent so many years watching trash tv and sheltered from so much knowledge. I just cant do it fast enough and i constantly feel speachless and stupid yet i try to surround myself with people who are brilliant in whatever it is they do so hopefully some of it will rub off on me. and hopefully i can offer them something in return, because the last thing i want to be is an energy vampire.
So often lately someone will be talking in a class or directly to me and i will realize that after a few minutes or a few seconds that all i heard was wordswordswordswordswords and then i have no idea what we are talking about and i feel so lost. It's not that i dont care what they are saying, it just seems so foreign.
I want to suceed in so many things, follow so many passions, but sometimes i get so wrapped up in the process and it all seems so unmanagable and i end up doing nothing because i cant stop thinking about what i should be doing. And then i tell myself its ok to fail and be rejected. But when i put so much of myself into something, how can i not take that personally.
and at the end of the day i dont want to toughen up. People used to tell me that i have red skin. I would always look at myself and imagine seeing the blood flowing beneath. I was always confused why more people didnt because there is such a thin layer between the blood that is gushing and the exterior world, yet that thin layer holds everything in my existence together. Without it i would be 80 percent puddle. Yet my skin has lost alot of its red and that kinda scares me but is comforting at the same time. The world is harsh and we toughen for a plethora of reasons. I guess i dont want be cold blooded.
sighs
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(no subject) [Feb. 22nd, 2008|02:14 pm]
has the impermeable crust not shed it's wrinkled and hollow skin?
I want this part of us, and simulation created self loathing frustration.
creative orifices satisfy the immediacy, but that curious pleasure remains imprisoned.
your soft tongue may take its fantastical course, as does mine.
exploding blood vessels... among other things.
this is not a reduction, it is a thrilling exchange of love, spirit, and vigor.
the power and ease of vocal disclosure spins delicate webs of credence and, together, our minds and hearts enact their own immaculate dance and song; a hauntingly beautiful melody and motion, unrehearsed, blindfolded, unspoken congruence.
Beyond youthful aestheticism; intellect injected into lust.
it is the careful and chaotic labor invested in the spinning of this web that will prove itself over time, space and perversion.
it will stretch and mutate.
Hopefully this knowledge is encoded within our energetic matrix.
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(no subject) [Nov. 14th, 2007|12:22 am]
[Current Music |in a beautiful place out in the country]

according to who.
you?
crouched in a ball of stress and lung mung
the blood is visible beyond the multi layering of skin cells fused together by the unseen filaments that make up absolutely everything. the similarities between my fingernails and the empty glass of water frighten me.
oh yeah, did i mention i like buttons
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(no subject) [Oct. 5th, 2007|02:42 am]
la lune est un cul ouvert. pour la monde. dans la cul. utiliseton objection. Fournisseee pour sentir. exigeation morte frere. Coliseeee rendevous// je conduit sur ma byciclette. mais pas sans un v vrai casquette. pourquoi. jouvrireeeeee me jambes dans un direction. malforme. contre l'amour.je fait ca et signe ca. J'essaye. famille de bois. taberfuck. ohmondiou c;est la petit minou raser. elle mange seulement oour la soir fracturer. la lune est ouvert seulemet pour CESOIR.
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(no subject) [Sep. 19th, 2007|12:51 am]
the rooms are a collection of our lives.
a (mis)representation of intersecting identities.
spindly shadows cast across adjacent floorboards.
cluttered with mundane misplacement.
I want to tear down these walls,
but am afraid of what love or hate will do to me
i am just waiting, but the doors are bolted shut.
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(no subject) [Aug. 26th, 2007|08:17 pm]
[Current Location |in absentia]
[Current Music |elton john- saturday night's alright for fighting]

organ
slide
mirror
self
protruding
cleanse
orifice
cob
stance
jesgate
morning
wealth
scurf
carob
forest
asterix
wept
field
lobe
stealth
cushion
ostending
unpretending
estrogen
laranyx
nerosporanatic
ophelius
corporate
numbers
shelf
terno
fondry
pond
more
next
blurry
candescent
in
manitoba
westernized
vulent
creme
machine
border
disorder
sordid
distraction
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(no subject) [Aug. 15th, 2007|09:47 pm]
[Current Music |black moth super rainbow- dandilion gum]

today i hit rock bottom.
Everything that has happened combined with intensity this morning= me going insane and crying my eyes out for extended amounts of time.
My trip to halifax was pretty relaxing and evolve was alot of fun, but the entire time i still had all this baggage weighing on my head. i felt like i was avoiding life. However nice it was to flake out for a wekk and a half, i returned to all the stress and axiety of the city with hopes of trying to find some sort of balance in my life. I have had too intense of a summer. I need to figure out how to process all the shit that has happened in a way that isn't paralysing. I keep rehashing all this shit that has happened and it consumes me. Everytime something intense happens, which seems far too frequently, it triggers everything else, and it is just one more event to spin around and around and around in my head. I have been laying restless in bed at night literally shaking with anxiety, fear, confusion, trying to deal with all of this, while trying to focus on things i need to get done in order to remain productive. The problem is that just thinking about it over and over doesn;t get me anywhere, it just makes me cringe alot.
The other night i had a really weird evening with jonathan and his roomate. Let's just say the night ended with us ripping everything off their walls, chucking it out the window, frantically ripping up areas of the carpet by hand, and then the grand finale was when Jon animalistically emptied an entire fire extinguisher in his kitchen with all of us in it. Needless to say it was fucked. In the morning jon decided that he needs to leave montreal to go back to ontario. I am going to miss him so much. He has come into my life in such a stong way, and we have communicated so much to each other. I do however think that he needs a change, and Montreal has slowly sucked him dry over the years. I hope he manages to find some clarity and sanity in Ontario.
This morning i witnessed one of the most disturbing things of my life. Definatly top 5 in term of actually seeing it with my own eyes. I was headed down de Maisoneuve to go get a health care card because mine has been expired for the last 2 months at least. I was actually in one of the best moods i had been in in ages. it felt good to be doing something productive. I glanced up and saw a man standing on the metre wide divider between the street i was biking west on and a street where traffic flows east. He was on his cellphone and without looking he took two steps into the street only two be hit dead on by a fast moving Ford SUV with a fucking grill that came up almost to his shoulder. The impact blew him off his feet and the sound of his skeleton shattering blasted into my eardrums. he was carried on the grill of the truck until the driver slamed on the brakes and he was launched close to 4 or 5 metres before he skidded to a heap on the pavement. i threw my bike to the ground and ran over to him. i was the first one to get to him and i bent down over his twitching body and examined his excrushiating expression. I wanted to stroke his hair and tell him everything was going to be alright, but didn't want to lie. I asked him if he was alright to see if he would respond. I told him help was on the way. he moaned and twitched and hoards of people swarmed the scene from every direction. An older lady took charge of the situation and said she knew what she was doing. She very carefully slipped a sweater under his head making sure not to turn his neck. She tried talking to him and getting out a response. He tried saying his name but it was inaudible. She kept asking and i think he finally wispered it into her ear. I looked at the driver who stood silent and seemingly unphased by everything that was going on. People were crouded around gawking at this his crippled body. I was absolutely freaking out. I felt so much pain rucking through every part of my body. Just imagining what he was feeling drove me temporarly insane. The firemen showed up first and they asked wo the driver was . The man stood silent and sfter not saying anything for close to 5 seconds i pointed and said "that fuckin guy". He nodded and shifted uncomfortably as everyone drew their attention to him. His useless, obscene sUV kept spewing toxic shit into the surrounding atmosphere, and i wanted to smash the fuck out of it. I wanted to help this man who lay dying but felt so powerless. I could no longer stand in agony as a spectator so i hopped on my bike and biked away. After a few minutes of biking i couldn't stop freaking out and with every car that passed i thought it was going to be my life. So i walked it the rest of the was home on the sidewalk. I couldn't help but se despair in every direction that i looked. I know it is always there, but today it was so fucking amplified. I kept thinking about how inhumane cities are. Too much fucking concreate and speeding metal. Why do we live like this? I got home and was unable to direct my thoughts in any sort of positive or productive manner. I then tried to deal with some shit that is going on at home which i don;t feel like getting into detais about on the internet, and it ended up blowing up in my face and i left the house only to collapse in the prk in a shaking heap of tears. After a while i called Raed and told him i needed to talk, i thik he definatly sensed my urgency and skipped going to do work to come over and go out for a coffee with me. I spewed everything that had been going on to him and he was so good to me. We talked for a few hours and by the end i was actually laughing and could see some light in the world again. I love that man so much. Fuck i don;t know what i would have done if he wasn't around. Cody and MR are out of town, and i can't weigh down jon with anymore shit right now.
So yeah now i am here. I am feeling less frantic but can't think about the days events without just cringing and shuddering into a ball. I need some professional help. I am either gunna do it through head and hands or concordia. I need to do it this week. I am numb, but is that any better than being hyper-emotional as i was earlier? i don't think so. Easier to manage maybee, but not better, this is not good. i want to express something, but can't do it. i don;t have it in me. i dont;t want to have to take a pill to feel balanced. It works for some, but i don't want that. I need to find this out another way.


moot;
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best burn ever [Jul. 30th, 2007|01:32 am]
[Current Music |blonde redhead- s/t]

so today was pride. and myself and about 30 other radical anti-capitalist queers got all scandily clad in black and pink and jumped in the front of the parade at the very begging. I walked around in fishnets and spandex underwear with the slogan "queer community vs. gay capitalism painted in bright pink letters on my chest all day. These are the results.

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(no subject) [Jul. 29th, 2007|03:57 am]
[Current Music |mix tape not in tape form]

so
like
ummmmm
yeh
shit;s been difficult lately. Alot to think about yeh know?
I am definatly holding up. It's not unbearable.
i am bearing through. There are just alot of intense things that have happened/are happening, and i am trying to figure out how to process all this.\
i am slowly working through everything. But slowly.
I know that this is not the only time in y life i am going to struggle or face these specific issues, and i know that as time/life passes i will know haw to aproach and deal with them in a more productive way. Life is a non stop learning experience. And when i really think about it, if i ever stop learning i wont want to live any more. And that is why i want to stay alive so badly. because i am learning at such a rapid rate. I know it wont always be this rapid, but right now it is like that weird physics equation for the rate of acceleration; a= d*V2 or some shit like that. i know there is like a metres per second per second. I have been staying really busy which definatly helps. And cutting back on the pot has also allowed me to clear my head, not be so frantic, and sleep.
I hadn't had actual sex(not to say that the other type of sex i had 3 weeks ago wans't sex, but fuck it) in over a month. It was a vow of celibacy to myself in order to gain some prespective on the connection between the mind and body; my mind and my body. It has been difficult for me to only be sexual with myself, and i often craved the touch and intimacy of another persons skin, breath, sweat, hair, sound, etc. But it was very important.
Today was the community day for gay pride, and i volunteered at the ACCM booth, which is the organisation i have been volunteering with for the last three weeks or so. I handed out aprox a thousand condoms, and had so much fun being silly and dancing around in the rain among the crouds of queers. I had a really fun time getting trashed with kate, Kirsten, pete, mark, and Mike tonight. After a few drinks i started spilling my guts to everyone about how much the mean to me, why, and in which specific way. Then i realised that exactly one year ago from today around 12 pm on the 28thof July, i arrived in a rental car with my sister to start my new life in montreal. It has been exactly one year.
Holy
Fuck
what a year it has been.
Anyway, i don't fel like getting into a whole reflection on my entire last year of being, i would be up for another few hours if i were to get into that.
so the more wasted i got the more i spilled. Then like a gust of wind, a very horny one at that, i got the urge to sortie la maison and go to the village to go dancing and have some hot sex.
so thats exactly what i did.
Any oh my oh my oh my was it ever what the doctor ordered.
I'm going to spare the sweaty details, but it was exactly what i went looking for, and it was stupendous.
At no point did i feel like my body was anyone else's but my own. I was in complete control of it, and simply letting this beautiful stranger caress and penetrate it did not change that for a second. That was a fuking empowering feeling. it's not like all the sex i have had in the past has been bad and a loss of control over myself, but never was i so focused on MY body, and never have i felt so in control over it during sex.
Anyway, this is not going to change my caution. some may think that one can;t possibly be able to judge a persons intentions after only knowing them for a little under a half hour, but i knew. I knew that this man had no interest in harm. I knew he was gentle and honest. these are things i didn;t give a shit about before, and i feel lik i am progresing through the web of sexual interest.

I feel like i am crossing a river. There are stones i can stand on but the gap in between the stones varies, as does the size of the stones. i can see the river bank on the other side, lush and welcoming. It isn't that far away. But i am so afraid of not making the jump, or not knowing how to muster up the strength to make that jump. The fear is of falling in and being swept away by the powerful current. i don't want to be completely swept under never to reach the other side. Tonight i made a jump and am safely on the next stone. The gap between the stone and i am balancing on and the one in front of me looks enormous, but when i think about it logically, i can see that i have the strength. I am bending my knees slowly and preparing myself.
Wish me luck.
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probably a metophor or some gay shit like that [Jul. 14th, 2007|01:45 pm]
Through the window reflection I see a courtyard crowded with budding limbs.
The light shifts and I see a man.
Heavy.
Pensive.
Awake.
One tear on his eyelash.
He looks as me with those eyes as deep and dark as the Atlantic
His lips quiver with each restrained breath.
I want to grab him and hold him warmly with all my energy going through him like clear liquid in a blender.
Tell him he won’t come across a fork in the road like this again.
But isn’t this a lie?
The last thing he wants to hear is that it’s alright.
It will get better.
He can read through the walls.
He peels a lemon and eats the rind.
It is the fruit that is left to rot.
I can destroy the universe,he says.
Because absolutely everything is in my mind.
I will shed this young, cruel, withered vessel.

You will not escape this universe.
Your core is not whole.
One fraction has been raped.
Taken. Preserved in plastic and lard.
Grasped so tightly.
If you end it now you will not lay at peace.
You will never regain this self.
This morsel of being.
You will not find it down the barrel of a gun.
Nor in the noose of a rope.
You will find it in the intimacy of your friends and lovers.
You will find it in the nature and fruit of the land.
You will find it lying on your back in the overgrown grass looking up to the pristine glass sky and allowing your eyes to see the microscopic fireflies overwhelm the soft air.
Let it be.
Stretch it’s arms as far as they will go.
Let it breathe.
Let it drink from the transparent flowing river.
These are all it needs to grow and survive.
You are capable of growing back that what was taken.
Love for yourself goes far beyond that what is seen or comprehended.
It is an arduous journey through the vast forest but we must take every step as a learning experience.
There is a spark in one eye; the light shifts.
I am but a reflectionless man left alone, composed and content.
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(no subject) [Jul. 11th, 2007|12:40 am]
[Current Music |bonde do role]

whoa. I am feeling very good right now. I have been doing alot of thinking these last couple of days and am actually feeling really good about my life despite the self destructive choice i made last week. I am not going to let that fucked up choice control my life. I don;t expect myself to always make the right decision, i just need to stop seeking out people to have sex with who i know only want to hurt me. I worked 10 hours today and then went to park lafaintane and did some nightime yoga. It felt soooo good for my body. I released so much negetive energy nd tension i had sored inside me. I feel so free right now. I feel like this has been a really important learning experience for me. I know i probably sound super cliché, but it's true.
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(no subject) [Jul. 8th, 2007|12:50 am]
i had a really intence day. My thought process was so scattered and i was hyper emotional. I have been thinking alot about my body and need to re-esses some of the choices that i make in order to show myself that i respect my body. I have been thinking alot about how important the people who are important to me and care for me are in my life, and need to ebrace that more. I am fucked up right now, but i feel like this is something i can overcome. I need to take some time and expolre my body on my own i think. I need to throw myself into things which i find important, and people who love me, and not people who just want to use me and take something from me without compensating anything. I changed the post i wrote earlier so only i can see it. I should have put it like that from the getgo, but i was so messed up this morning, and needed to get it out of my brain and into the world. I'm sorry if i confused or disturbed anyone who read it. <3
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(no subject) [Jun. 22nd, 2007|12:25 pm]
so i have been having pretty violent dreams lately, ever since i was attacked by that man. They all give me this really paniky and paralysing feeling when i wake up. The one i had two nights ago was especially bizarre.
I am at a summer camp in the middle of the woods. Night is falling and i know that there is a murdereer on the loose. I go into the washroom and three of my friends from childhood and brutally murdered. One is hanging from his neck missing all other limbs which have been put into the garbage can. Another has her head down the toilet and has big holes in her back. The third is in a bloddy heap kind of smushed in the corner. There is blood everywhere. dripping from the ceilings even. I panic and try to hide somewhere else. I look in a few cabins and everyone in lying in their beds slaughtered. I find a cabin that is empty and hide under one of the beds. A few minuteds later my friend Andrea who i was best freinds with as a child bursts in covered in blood and screaming. I jump out from hiding and ask her who attacked her. she says she couldnt see anything becasue she was attacked from behind. I try to comfort her but she is bleeding profusely. She dies in my arms. The end of the dream i am following this little girl with long blonde hair through the woods. There is no breeze or any sign of lifeforms aside from us, she is a little bit ahead of me and out from no where marry poppins jumps out from behind a tree and kills her with her umbrella. i wake up not really knowing whether to laugh or cry.
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(no subject) [Jun. 17th, 2007|12:48 am]
[Current Music |iron and wine- creek drank the cradle]

shit. What a fucking awesome intense day i had. Woke up at nine and made hummus and got my shit togetha. Biked to atwater and met up with ricky Lea, MIsha, Shayla, and Jacob. It turned out sarah, who planned the entire bike trip ad who came up with the idea woke up extremely sick this morning and couldnt come along. We hit the road and took off down the canal. It took up close to 5 hours to bike to cape saint jaques, the beach. We took quite a few stops on the way there, a few being lengthy. We stopped at this really cool old old old abandoned house made out of huge stones. We hung out there for a while and went swimming in the disgusting marshy entrance to the saint laurence. The bikeride was soooo nice and energizing. It was so beautiful to see these COMPLETELY different worlds that exist on the island of montreal. We passed through some crazy suburbs with masssivetimesthree houses with some funky archetecture, to like full on country with old ass farms that made me feel like i was in butfuck no where new brunswick. We arrived and found out that it cost 5 bucks to get in the beach area of the park, so we decided to check the area out for other swimming areas. we were on the edge of an island surrounded by water. So we biked aound and ended up finding this really beautiful pretty quiet beach with tons of trees and a really nice open space of grass. We swam and ate and drak beer and laughed our asses off. the sun started to set and we decided we should probably hit the road before it got too dark. We took off and biked pretty much the entire way without reallt stopping. We all biked pretty hard and managed to make it back in about an hour and a half, wich i thought was pretty impressive. We were biking down notre dame when we got back into the familiar area of the city. We were just east of where cody lives when i looked up and saw this dude tear out into the street screaming and chasing Jacob. Jacob biked as fast as he could and just got away from this dude. Me and ricky had just kind of been hangin back a little chattin when the dude turned around and saw us. We had kind of slowed dawn a little in the confusion of the situation and he ran over to ricky lea's bike and grabben onto her handlebars. He started shouting really intensly at her aying that he wasnt going to let go of her bike until our freind came back, because he had scratched his car the other day. Then intsantly the story jacob had told me earlier in the day rushed back. He had been outside the cremerie that just opened on notre dame when his bike trailor rolled back and bade a small scratch on the owners fancy suv parked out front. The dude started yelling at him about his car and demanded jacob give him his number so he could make an insurance claim or something. Also was pretty sure ther are major connection within the italian mafia. Jacob gave a fake name and number, so apparently this dude had a good memory for faces. Anway he kept shouting at ricky lea and she was trying to get him to let go. This dude was huge. He looks like one of those guys who spends 22 hours a day at the gym and the other two injectig steroids and eating raw steak. I told him to let her go and he did. But then he stated to walk towards me. He started shouting at me that he was going to kill my friend and wasnt letting us go until he knows who he is. I said no way this isnt any of my buisness and in one quick powerful yank he yanked of the milk crate that was atatched to me bike with four fucking zipties. It didnt even really lift my bike off the ground it was so quick. He took 3 steps back and hurled it at me. It hit pretty hard on my foot and back tire. Then he stormed towards me and raised his fst. I thought my face was gettin inverted. then he just shoved me with all his might, and i went flying off my bike on the pavement. I insyantly got up and startedtrying to talk with this dude about how fucked up it is to assault a starnger for some fucked up petty reason that doesnt even fucking concern me. he was super hostile and just kept yelling at me. Shayla was holding her bike in between us and telling this dude off. We probably stood there for close to two minutes having the most frustrating fucked up conversaton. although i amaged to stay extremely rational, which confused him and kinda pissed him off more. Misha returned from who knows where and announced the cops had been called. He just kind of brushed us off and walked away. We talked with some people who had seen everything and then took off knowing the ops wouldnt do anything. It actually turned out that when misha dailed 911 and frantically yelled into the phone that her friend was being attacked out front the person on the line told her to call the police station directly and hung up. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!! my whole life i thought 911 meant at least some form of report, or at least getting put on hold, but not fucking hung up on. Anyway we went to Jacobs and drank some beer in the park by h house and talked about how fucked up that whole sitation was. I was glad jacob got away though because after seeing how furious he was and how he assaulted us by assoiciation, that he probably would have kicked jacobs scull in. Blah. I hate fucking hostile angry energy. It is one of the frustration things in this world. I am so fucking sore from biking al day and then getting tossed. i am gunna take a fucking bath then sleep.
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(no subject) [Jun. 16th, 2007|12:43 am]
[Current Music |the faint- wet from birth]

wooooooooooooork.
going to the beach
tommoorroo
gunna bike there
picnic
swimming
sand
possibly abandoned castle on the way
2 hours each way
feeling so much for everyone
and myself too
confusion
arises
life is so complex
but i guess thats why i love it
why are the faint so fucking amazing
stuffs been happinin
its neat
laughing
energy
crunchy granola(fo real)
glass of water
ciggarette
the cure
pornography
shower
kittens
ciggarette
bed
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(no subject) [Jun. 7th, 2007|05:35 pm]
[Current Music |television- marquee moon]

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(no subject) [Jun. 3rd, 2007|01:11 am]
[Current Music | nirvana- sliver: best of the box]

so tonight at work i dropped an enitre TRAY with like 7 fancy glasses on it and they all shattered right in the cafe area where all the yuppies were enjoying their 4 dollar cups of expresso. It was pretty embarassing. I got some serious dirty looks. Those yuppie ladies can desroy you with those eyes of theirs. All in all though its not bad. Its four days a week. Pretty easy. I still feel kinda anxious cause im the only anglo, but at least i dont have to deal with customers. I wish i could have gone and hung out with cody tonight. Instead i sit here alone listening to Nirvana. Liam is going away for most of the summer (:() and i am going to look after the kitten him and his roommates rescued last week. I am looking foreward to having another feline. There wil be more cats than people living here until tess gets home. I miss tess. Patty is an amazing roomate though as well. Its nice having the place to ourselves. But i want tess back too!!!!! I want to go to Piknik electronik tommorow night after work. I wish i didnt have to work tommmorw. Blor Blorg lork.
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(no subject) [May. 29th, 2007|05:14 pm]
[Current Music |the knife- deep cuts and at the drive in is playing in the other room.]

what a great evening. I met up with Dave and we walked up to mile end to meet up with Leslie, Simone, VAnessa and some others. We all went to this partly abanoned train yard. We fucked around there for a while and got pretty wasted. HUng out on top of the train and had a dance party. Then we decided to go see if we could get one more drink at the green room. So we doubled people on bikes and headed down. We ran into Cedric on our way down and he joined our motley crew of folks. Green room was cloesed, but Casa Del popolo was open. Inside there was a rediculous Hip hop dance party in progress. We got a beer and joined in on the crunk. After that place closed a bunch of us parted ways. Dave, Simone, Vanessa and i went down further down all these cute litle back streets. We found this really quiet park and hung out there for a while and smoked a bunch of weed. When it started getting light out we all decided it was probably time to go home. I was walking home through Park Lafontaine and i found the most amazing tree that i had never seen before. I climbed up into it and found a really comfy seat within it. I hung out in the tree for quite a while, watching the sky ocntinuously get a little bit lighter. I watched the few people who were still up walk around without being noticed. I went home and slept all day. Tonight i am going to an anarchist theatre production thingy at the Salla Rosa with Liam. I hope its good.
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