i think that i am just reacting to the headline, but the article gives me mixed feelings. i mean i guess that the science is accurate? but it seems so sensationalized, for the ny times.
circumcision and HIV
vincent is intact. this is i am sure, the reason i a bristling at this article, i must still feel defensive about my decision.
whatcha think?
sometimes hearing my thoughts espoused by somebody else is like a balm pouring over open wounds. this song has been going through my head lately, because i think that some things are wrong. just wrong. not my opinion, your opinion, we are both right type of things but just wrong. so here is a little something by NOFX, with a link to download the tune if you wanna sing along.
http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=08B4FA60395526EE
you're wrong about virtues of christianity
and you're wrong if you agree with sean hannity
if you think pride is about nationality, you're wrong
i am running late, and need to be out my door in 10 minutes, and i am not dressed. so, in a nutshell...i intend to respond and look forward to discussions on both etta's and katja's threads, later today. i am keeping my word on not going back to the contentious thread, although i could, ad nauseum.
what shocks me right now about that thread, specifically, is the general tone of, hey, don't like it? ignore it!
ignore it? no way.
i am an activist. to ignore what i believe is harmful, to not take a stand, is not in my nature. do i think that HT intended harm? no. do i think that marginalizing populations, meaning pushing people into the sidelines, into footnotes, into oh-just-get-over-yourself-and-deal-with-it-ness can be harmful? yes i do.
now, all line up to give her hot wet kisses, spanks, or whatever you feel the urge to do in homage.
happy birthday etta!
so we eat thanksgiving dinner at my parent's house, which is great. i drop vincent and punkpapa at home and go meet a couple of the girls for a pint. at about 12:30, i get home. the house is quiet and i shoot up (my nightly insulin) pop a couple of homemade tamales in the microwave, and hit the on button on my laptop. i am thinking, the boys are asleep, i am gonna have a little munch and surf for a minute before bed. at the moment i sit down, punkpapa comes cruising in from the playroom, holding v. i say, oh! sorry! when did he wake up? and punkpapa says, oh, about 30 minutes ago, i woke up to vincent wailing AT THE FOOT OF OUR BED.
your post really scared me...did you take her in? is she ok??? thinking of you.
except for some minor technical word formatting shit, which punkpapa has valiantly offered to do, i, punkmama, am done with my thesis.
prepare for the onslaught of bizarre posts as my adrenaline lets down and i am overwhelmed with mixed emotions about this huge deal. which will inevitably involve at least one spell of "i am not going to pass".
love you all, felt the vibes, and almost, ALMOST, mrs. sauce, could feel the spanking.
okay, just for the next twenty four hours or so.
my thesis is due tomorrow.
it is really nearly done.
my mom just left with vincent.
if any of you even SEE my name in the "online users" list, please send me a big fat spanking, out me, publicly humiliate me.
i mean, i have my IM buddies, and email. but there is something so disconcerting to me when i don't have my cybergang at my back. dunno what all that says about me, but i am going to just bathe in being back in. missed you mamas.
oh,
right.
so i am writing, writing, it is going to get done, i am almost halfway...almost.
so, a cute picture...to remind me of why i am doing this.
vincent and his cousin (or, because i am giddy, ariel and her cousin vinny) at my nephew's bar mitzvah two weeks ago...
gonna get through the section i am in the middle of and hit the hay. vibe me, mamas. i can feel your cyber arms around me!
