janiejones56
janiejones56
janiejones56

I am not sure where you learned this theology, but this is not basic Christian belief. The point of doing good/not doing bad is to try to stay aligned in a relationship with God that Jesus made possible. The literal translation of the word “sin” in the Bible is “missing the target,” as in archery, not “doing shit that

Thank you, that was a great explanation of repentance. It’s odd that people find it such a lightweight term, but maybe that’s because some religious politicians use it to mean, “damn, I got caught, so I guess I have to pretend I won’t do this thing anymore.” I think, for example, that if Hitler truly repented on his

A friend of mine was a crack addict (this was when we were a year or so out of high school). She would sometimes go to the most dangerous part of town to score, and she would be interacting with gang members who were selling drugs. She is a very small person, and also very smart and very mouthy. At some point she

They’re not usually court-ordered and carried out by the judges, though.

I am imagining a cocktail glass filled with vodka and syringes. Needle-ends up. It’s kind of wonderful, though; you can get drunk and protected from diseases at the same time! However there may be a little redness from the reaction ALL OVER YOUR SHIT-FACED FACE.

“White people are why America can’t have nice shit.” Did you make that up? It’s funny as hell (and, unfortunately, true).

So you’ve got one set of fundamentalist crazies (e.g., Rachel Dolezal’s parents) adopting kids and trying to beat the devil out of them, and another set who won’t adopt because...I guess you can’t beat their parent’s devils out of them? Cool, cool. It all makes perfect sense (to no one).

I drove by one of these protests today. People were lined up on both sides of the street for almost a block (and this is Phoenix, so it was about 106 degrees). It was within walking distance of my house, and I didn’t know there was a Planned Parenthood there. Now I do. I’m guessing I’m not the only one that happened

All I can tell you is that ball gags are definitely out, at least in public. ....Um, a friend told me that. I mean, a friend of a friend I don’t really like because she’s not all nice to babies and stuff.

This is a small point, but I think it’s worth thinking about: Rachel Bernard is usually referred to as “Rachel” in the article while the men are called by their last names. That use of the first name seems to imply either intimacy (she’s my best friend), or some kind of infantilization—adults are typically referred to

Let’s all send one of these to her house. Er, except since I don’t have her address I’ll have to just send it to my own house. But you betcha I will consume it AT her.

Also, it is not a health drink (and I don’t think anybody ever thought it was). The Starbucks site tells me that a 16 oz PSL has forty-nine grams of sugar in it. That’s certainly enough to disqualify it right off from being anything other than a crazy sweet dessert. A piece of Marie Callender’s actual pumpkin pie only

Butch Leisure is actually his stripper name.

Was he instructing lesbians who are not sufficiently butch that they should be butch-er? Or reminding the just-butch-enough lesbians (who have worn trousers EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THEIR LIVES, including the day they were born) that they should not give in to a momentary inexplicable temptation to buy a Leger dress?

THE MURDERED KITTENS ARE SHAMED BY YOUR HIPS.

I have had agoraphobia too (better now, but it’s dangerous for me to stay home too many days in a row because then it starts to be hard to go out again). This could be a good event to make you get mad at the illness and that kind of anger can be a real help in recovering. Like, “fuck you, agoraphobia, you made me miss

There also sometimes comes a time when you make peace with all that and stop faking it because you no longer care what people think. I mean, not 100% but maybe 75%. I have found that to be very very good for my mental health. Mostly now when people see my inadequacies I realize it’s like giving them a present; it

The last time I moved I got really stressed about putting things in boxes and carrying them up the stairs to my new place, and in the end I bought a box of big green trash bags. I put all kinds of things, including books, into those bags and then threw them over my shoulder and carried them up like Santa Claus. It was

Forearms too. If you look at older people many of them have a bunch of sunspots on their forearms. No point in having un-spotted hands if the spots start springing up two inches away.