the words are just rules and regulations to me

woah...hello...i almost forgot that my livejournal existed

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 07:13:18 GMT

...which is INTENSE considering....

What's new? Let's see. First and foremost, I am a SENIOR IN COLLEGE. What the fuck. I cannot believe how fast everything has gone by. Just yesterday.... I'm so much different now. I'm...well, I'm an adult. Kinda. I'm kinda a pathetic excuse for an adult but that's another story.

Also,
I need to make an immediate decison about weather or not to go to Israel.

...Which is intense considering I don't support Israel.

Not anymore at least.

Since I had to think for myself.

Nationalism makes me me want to throw up. War is not okay. Ever.

Ever!

I'm sure I just pissed a bunch of readers off.

Oh well.

I've learned to challenge my anger towards working for social justice. And by being a femanazi. I now put all my energy into being blasphemous by taking about fetishes in my women's studies courses. It's much more productive than wearing all black and trying to cut myself.

Also, I love my girlfiend! I never thought I'd be one of these girls to talk about it and brag. I hate emotional pda. And those girls who can't shut up about there boyfirend is such a QT. But seriously, Haley is kick ass. And I love her so much. And I want to be with her forever.

...Yes. I, Rachel Levy, just wrote forever.

Who would have thought.

It's about time to go to sleep. Because tommorow I have to read many pages of Foucault. I'm going to be writing a graduate-level paper using a Foucaultian analysis of whiteness. I'm so pumped! I love gender and critical race theory. Love Love Love. I want to go to graduate school. University of California - Santa Cruz. And enroll in Angela Davis' Ph.D. program History of Consciousness. My thesis will be on the role of the outsider. I don't know how I'll specify quite yet but I'll write up an awsome propersal. Hopefully Haley can move out there w/ me and start up a studio.

...in case you can't tell things are pretty rocking tonight.

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 22:12:35 GMT

I'm producing the VM again.
This is the one I'm going to be preforming.

My Short Skirt

From The Vagina Monologues

By Eve Ensler

My short skirt is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.

My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.

My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.

My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.

My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.

My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.

My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.

But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine.
Mine.

Almodovar y Mcnamara - Voy a ser mama

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 20:58:01 GMT

Pedro Almodovar's punk band, circa '83.

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 05:04:22 GMT

friends only?