Do-Me of the Day (****?!)

what would you kids prefer hearing about:

~write: -introduction to book
-art vs. porn essay
-pornography under attack: the christian right vs. the feminists

or more 'personal narratives'? I'm up for anything, I haven't made any essay-progress in a few days and that makes me sick.

This is a list of essays i've written/plan on getting into soon. If you want clarification for anything, yell at me. This is how I write shit out, it doesn't necessarily make sense all the time:
Intro to my feminism
The Girl Suicides -> suicidegirls
flirting could be hurting (7th grade sex harrassment talk... why were we laughing?)
My Body -> feminist views on image
With Men Like You, Of Course I'm a Lesbian -> why bi? sex. exp. through sex... feminist is a sexual orientation now?
And The Men Went Wild <- guys gone wild vs. girls gone wild
Grrrlfuckinpower vs. Girl, um, powah -> spice girls
sex ed in school
Boy, Am I the Poster Girl<- xtina aguilara + the trend
'porn up, rape down' article
anti-porn: morals vs. feminists
The Last Dish I Washed Had Your Blood on It -> rad. fem. response to the happy housewife
Put Me Down, Punk -> chivalry
A Little Pain Never Hurt Anyone

I'd really like to get an essay done over the next two days. Tonight I'm working on a sequin-tulle skirt monster, so that should be the only thing I stop for.

p.s. I mentioned writing more on personal shit. This is the likes of what I'm talking about:

Undone
"Between alcoholic childhood mishaps and the circles under my eyes tonight lies a whole story. Between his legs is such an old story. Seeing as how the nearest pay phone is too distant for comfort, I nestle back into black, soft abyss.

You cannot tell me he isn't a beautiful creature. The way his eyes can dart and his lips can curl would make any narcotic skittish. He holds himself with some unforeseen grace and strength; but after knowing him as long as I have, I can tell you he possesses neither. He's as ugly as sin, the absolutely Venus of men. He wants to hold your hands and break each finger one by one, checking lists off in his mind as he watches your face for any sign of life. All he knows is life; he's been destroying his and everyone else's since mine began.

If I believed the red flags waving after our first date, I wouldn't be puking on his tacky 70s style carpet. Staring blindly at his tacky 70s style walls. Or his tacky 70s style cock. God, he's so punk though.

It's so cool the way he wants nothing to do with me.

I can't resist his resistance at liking me. He did me last night after slipping me all those jagged-rough drinks, why won't he hurt me again now? What about the embarrassing bleeding giveaway coming from between my legs makes him blush? I told him I was a virgin, right? Maybe I didn't... But he didn't tell me how he's been drugging me all along, either.

I haven't been sober since he let me into his tight bondage pants.

Right now, I know he isn't even looking at me. I might not be as pretty as he lied to me on a pillow just a few hours ago, but what's so bad about my blood and vomit? He's a filthy rat anyway, why hold back? Come here and come again."

Obviously unfinished. Please, btw, don't start writing hate-mail to anybody yet. The giveaway is that the antagonist is the chick's dad. Don't write to my dad now, please, because this isn't about him per se. The visual-characterists of the "dad" is someone I know from an old school of mine, and I won't get further than that. The relationship itself it based on one I had with a kid my own age (no incest, i promise), but because it's my short story, I can do whatever i want with it. I feel it probably fits the story better the way I've been writing it; and no, this is in no way a subconscious Iwantmydaddy kinda thing. Don't even suggest that, thats completely sick.


Once again, I'd really love feedback. Anything would count =)

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