living, drinking, writing, loving, hating, fucking, eating, cooking, driving

the bandit queen, man on fire,

individuals who don't allow fear to dictate their actions, women who kill rapists

jack kerouac: on the road, mexico city blues, LONESOME TRAVELER

allen ginsberg: howl & other poems

various feminist academia

reagan youth, black flag, adolph & the piss artists, bikini kill, spazm 151, motorhead

large crowds and people who take up too much space, sexism,

i've got bad communication skills, and i have no shame and lots of pride; i pick my nose and urinate in public, and i get drunk and talk shit to yuppie boys on the LIRR while my boyfriend says to me "shh shh" because they'd kick his ass for shit i say, as if he's somehow responsible for the words that come out of my mouth.
i've been told that i'm sweet and i sometimes wish i would allow the asshole who lives inside to come out. not that i'm fake, just non confrontational.
i've got a kick ass job in a nonprofit organization and a kick ass boyfriend who i love but i think i'd still be happy either way, those are just two things that factor into me being as happy as i am. i hate to focus on shitty shit.
i also worry about women who wear high heels cuz the world's full of fucked up people who mean harm and i every time i see a yuppie lady (as much as i hate yuppies, no one deserves to endure violence on the simple basis of having a cunt, or being gay, or not being white) i think, "boy, do i hope that she can run in them shits!"