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 God’s Gift to Women

Or one could always go celibate.

This post is written from  the point of view of a straight female.  It is not intended to bash men as a whole. There are certainly horrific women in the world as well. Actually, most of the guys I know are great people who are nothing like the stereotype idiots to be presented for your (dis)pleasure. And I have already mentioned that my biggest reason for being celibate has to do with my own personal issues . However, there are some guys out there that just refuse to realize that the majority of women do not want to be treated like slave labor or pieces of tail. And in reality, no-one can “turn lesbian.” But some guys may make us wish we could.

Let’s start the kind of guy that inspired me to write this.

1. The guy who believes what he sees in porn flicks.

Autumn Sundeen, a transgender woman, wrote a post about how men see transsexual women as oversexed freaks, and how frustrating this is to her. This was my reply:

This is the same group of guys that thinks all women–trans or born female–are all just sluts waiting to bust out and show how slutty they really are. These guys get pissed off when the reality hits them that most women really are not sluts and are really not interested in them. These are also the same guys that think that lesbians actually want to have sex with men–meaning them–after having sex with each other, for their viewing pleasure, of course. Unfortunately there are an awful damn lot of these guys. Which is one of the reasons why I (a straight woman, who was born female) have been celibate for ten years.

2. God’s gift to women

There is one of these jerks who may be more than an illustration of this category–he may be in a class by himself.

This jackass goes by the name of dmitrithelover. I’m not going to give him a link because he doesn’t deserve one. He goes to clubs in Toronto harassing women. One woman who gave him her phone number received some moronic messages from him. It turns out that these messages are part of a viral marketing campaign for a forthcoming movie featuring this jerk. He apparently fancies himself a comedian as well as a Lothario. However, I see nothing funny about someone who refers to a woman who disagrees with him as “a man hating c**t likely sexually abused in childhood” or perpetuating the Cro-Magnon attitude that “no means maybe” and that “all women are secretly waiting to unleash their inner slut.”  As well, his stupid website takes an eternity to load because he is just that great–not. He gives a new meaning to the term “douchebag” and his photo will soon appear in the dictionary next to it.

No means no, Jackass, and harassment means harassment. Since when is being sexually abused in childhood a weapon to be used against people? Besides, this woman is probably not a man-hater, she just doesn’t like passive-aggressive jerks. As well, for the majority of women, the only place we want to unleash our “inner slut” is with a partner we’ve come to know and trust, while he is also unleashing his “inner slut.” We are not interested in being intimate with some skanky barfly. However, there are skanks of both sexes. Let them find each other and leave the rest of us alone. Sadly, I am probably giving him publicity that he doesn’t deserve by even mentioning him.

3. The guy who is always unfavorably comparing his partner to unattainable ideals.

Anime women are not real–therefore they have no flaws.

Models in magazines such as Playboy have the flaws airbrushed out.

Real women will never live up to these images.

Stop allowing this jerk to lower your self-esteem. Leave him to his hentai and his airbrushed centerfolds and find a guy who wants a real woman.

4. The 1950’s Throwback

This jerk who believes that a woman’s place is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant.

He probably uses religion as an argument that women are supposed to be subservient to men and should have no aspirations outside of pleasing their “lord and master” and bearing his children. This type of thinking, and this type of “man,” are way past their expiration date.

5. The “love ‘em and leave ‘em” Lothario

LLL does just that. And if a pregnancy results, it’s the woman’s problem. He doesn’t want to be tied down. He probably also doesn’t want to use a condom because it lessens his pleasure. It’s all about him, after all.

6. The “Bad Boy.”

All the good guys out there hate the bad boy, and the sad truth is, women line up for him. We all think we’ll be the one to change him. It ain’t like the movies. He doesn’t want to change. What is sexy at first will quickly become a drain on your emotions. He is often a “Love ‘em and Leave ‘em Lothario”  but he could also be a control freak and a psychic vampire. Give the Bad Boy a miss. Change his title to the “Bad For Me Boy.” He’s poison to the emotions.

7. The misogynist.

This jerk has nothing good to say about women. He sees them as conquests. To him, all women are sluts, bitches, and c**ts. He’s also usually a homophobe who swears up and down that he’s “not a fag.” He may or may not be physically abusive but his psychological abusiveness is no joy to endure either. Avoid him as you would a giant ebola virus walking towards you.

8. The womanizer

He’s got a wife at home but “she doesn’t understand” him. Now that she has to care of the kids, she’s tired, and that’s boring. So he wants something on the side. Don’t do him any favors. Also known as the John Edwards.

Remember, do not make someone your priority who only wants you to be their option.

I didn’t think this up. I read it somewhere. But it is a very wise motto to live by.

9. The emotional vampire

(aka the Narcissist )

This guy takes and takes and takes.  You can lose your very soul to him and it still won’t be enough. He constantly reminds you that you are ever so lucky to be with him and that he could take away that privilege if you don’t shape up. Anything less than complete worshipfulness is a sign of betrayal. He does not make mistakes. He may or may not be a philanderer.

10.  The abuser.

You cannot change this guy. He is not going to change. If he hit you once, he will do it again. Get away–fast. Do not fall for him during the times when he becomes charming. Abuse is a vicious cycle. Check out this free resource, Learn How to Starve the Vampire , for more information.

 The runner-up:

The closeted/confused homosexual

There is nothing wrong with being gay, but if you’re gay, be gay! This guy is fighting against his sexual orientation. He may make a good friend but he’s a lousy choice for a partner. His sexual orientation is going to win and you’ll end up with a broken heart. You cannot change a person’s sexual orientation. Don’t fight a losing battle.

Thinking about it, I’m amazed that the human race survives. This post certainly gives several arguments against its continuing to do so.

Hope you find one of the good ones, male or female, gay or straight, whatever it is that suits you.

I don’t do change very well and there are a lot of changes coming at once. My son leaves in four days. I’ve started school again. I’ve missed a day at work and a day at school due to anxiety.  I need to do something, but I don’t do well with anxiety medications. Xanax makes me into a zombie before it makes me suicidal. With both Ativan and Klonopin , the anxiety comes back twice as bad once they’ve worn off. Valium doesn’t have the rebound effect and it doesn’t make me suicidal, but it makes me into a drooling idiot. I can’t figure out what two plus two is when I’m on Valium. So instead I’m using Kava and Rescue Remedy.*

I tend to use natural remedies rather than laboratory synthesized medications. Even Lithium is actually a mineral salt.  I use Lithium Orotate , which is available without prescription and can be taken in smaller doses. I purchase mine from Find Serenity Now.*+  I have found this product to be extremely helpful in reducing symptoms of irritability and paranoia. The walls of my house thank me–I have not punched any holes in them since I started taking this product. Better still, I no longer fly into screaming rages or lecture people relentlessly.

I take 5-HTP rather than a prescribed antidepressant because the prescription antidepressants make me manic, and I am impossible to reason with when I am manic. I also find that taking a B complex of at least 100 mg strength, and 5000 iu of vitamin D a day help with depression. I also have hypothyroidism , but can’t take synthroid because I am too sensitive to it and it tends to build up in my system and cause artificial hyperthyroidism . I take a natural thyroid supplement and a complete omega oil supplement which helps with the hypothyroid condition and also with the depression. I may have to add some additional homeopathics to the mix during this time of added stress.

Anxiety is exhausting. It feeds the depression. The good thing about homeopathics is that unlike pharmaceuticals, they can be used as a “magic bullet.” During acute symptoms, there are certain homeopathics that can be utilized as often as every 15 minutes. While the modern scientific and medical communities generally tend to debunk homeopathy, many people (myself included) report positive effects from utilizing these remedies.

I am not a doctor and I cannot tell you that what helps me will also help you. All I know is that I personally cannot tolerate the side effects of most synthetic medications. Homeopathy and naturopathy are more expensive, but work synergistically with the body. For me, these methods and attuning myself emotionally and spiritually to the energies of the Universe are my only possible way to keep my sanity. A holistic approach brings balance. I need to bring the balance back into my life during this time of upheaval.

*disclaimer: I am not an employee or affiliate of Rescue Remedy. I am simply sharing information about a product which I take on occasion for anxiety.

*disclaimer: I am not an employee or affiliate of Find Serenity Now or Urban Nutrition. I am sharing information about a product which has been helpful to me.

+ It is necessary to note that Lithium is toxic in high doses. For me, the dose of Lithium Orotate needed to be effective is quite low–350 mcg a day. For persons with a different brain and body chemistry this amount and formulation may not be effective. I am only stating what is helpful in my case.

Male readers may wish to give this post a miss, as it contains references to issues with the female reproductive system.

I missed work yesterday (a rare thing) and school today. I laud stress and worry for making a situation that is unpleasant in the first place unbearable. I have endometriosis , which in and of itself causes an unpleasant thing (my period) to be nastier than ever.

With endometriosis, the types of cells that line the uterus (the endometrium) attach themselves to the outside of the uterus, to the fallopian tubes and ovaries, and sometimes to the intestines. The resulting tissue behaves the same way as the tissue inside the uterus. Thus, these growths of endometrial tissue bleed when the tissue inside the uterus does. In my case, the stuff on the outside tends to start its pattern a few days earlier. The resulting discharge is usually a darker, muddy color rather than bright red. It isn’t much of a problem for me other than being an aggravation. However, in extreme cases, endometriosis can cause a woman to hemorrhage.

This month, I have been enduring a lot of stress and worry, what with preparing for my son to leave home for five months. He’ll be gone in less than a week. I wonder if there are really people out there who are oh so flexible and casual about such things. I’m certainly not one of them. The menstrual cycle is affected by stress, and I found myself starting the joy a week early for the lighter bleeding of the external endometrial tissue and about four days early for the “real McCoy.”

At my stage of things, my periods are generally more uncomfortable than painful, but I experience significant fatigue. Usually this isn’t severe enough to stop me from doing what needs to be done. However, in this case, the pain and fatigue were so severe that I called into work last night. The fatigue was also quite significant today (it usually lets up after the first day) and all I have done is sleep. Plus, it brought on a severe headache. I have not wanted to eat at all, which is unusual for me. I was barely able to manage half a glass of soy milk.

Some people may ask why I don’t take birth control pills. If you’ve read the risks of these medications , you’ll know why. I’d rather endure the hassle of my period than to take something that might cause me to have a stroke or heart attack. Not to mention weight gain–something that I really don’t need more of–and mood swings, which I already have to deal with. As someone who is not sexually active, I don’t have to worry about unwanted pregnancy. So, I’ll suffer as nature intended rather than suffering in other ways due to pharmaceutical intervention.

I’m not sure if my headache was hormonal, stress-related, or both. I do know that I am upset with myself for allowing stress and an unavoidable physical problem to sideline me this way. I never miss work and I try not to miss school. I feel like a failure for doing either, but especially for doing both.

Right now, life is not the bee’s knees in Lily’s world. Though I have to wonder, what is so wonderful about bee’s knees in the first place?

This is one of the things about me that I find most difficult to explain to others: the fact that I am celibate by choice and would not have it any other way. In today’s society, people are expected not necessarily to be married but to at least have a partner, or if one does not have a partner, one is expected to be searching for one. I have learned that for me, not only is this far from the pursuit of happiness–it is in fact the pursuit of misery, leading down the road to ruin.

As a person with not only bipolar disorder but borderline personality disorder, I have issues when it comes to dealing with other people. On one hand, I am difficult to get close to. In part, this is because if I allow myself to get close to others, I get too close. My seemingly standoffish behavior is a turn-off to most people, so they never get close enough to find out what I’m really like.

Worse, some people (men) seem to see my demeanor as a challenge. It is as if they believe they would be somehow triumphant if they could “get behind the wall.” Of course once behind the wall, they assume they would also get into my pants. Such behavior only turns me off and makes me act in an even colder fashion, and then I get labeled a “bitch.” These guys have self-esteem problems of their own and can’t take a polite “no” for an answer. This is one reason why I avoid socializing all together much of the time, which is rather lonely. I would like to be able to go out and make friends with people but somehow it just doesn’t seem to work out that way.

I am able to have platonic friendships and filial relationships because I can put a damper on my jealousy in these relationships. I am not able to do this in romantic relationships. This leads to a vicious cycle. The more jealous I become, the more the guy withdraws. The more he withdraws, the more jealous I become. I end up becoming the psycho girlfriend and, eventually, the psycho ex girlfriend. Not pretty. Plus, I have always had a tendency to choose men who were really bad for me (and for any other female stupid enough to get involved with them too.) Nine years ago I realized that I am never so miserable as I am when I’m involved with someone. However, it took almost making a fool out of myself with a fellow who turned out to be gay (luckily I found out he was gay before I laid my feelings on the line) and almost getting involved with a guy who turned out to be married. NEVER AGAIN! That was the last straw. I can’t pick well, and I can’t maintain a relationship.

“But you still have to get sex somewhere don’t you?” some people boldly ask. No, I do not. I do not like casual sex. The idea of “friends with benefits” is repugnant to me, and I am no longer capable of romantic feelings. Hence, I am celibate by choice. I could go to a counselor and try to “fix” this “problem,” but the truth is, I really don’t see it as a problem. Some people are not cracked up for romance or sexual involvement. I’m happier without either. This may make me a “freak” in the eyes of others–but then again, so does almost everything else I do. So, I’m a freak. Big surprise there!

Even more to the point, this is not anyone else’s decision to make. I do not believe in telling consenting adults who they should or should not be having sexual relationships with (unless they are having sex with someone who is underage) and I expect the same courtesy. However, I rarely receive it. People always seem to think it’s their place to tell me that something is wrong with me for not wanting sex. Nobody sees it as my being true to myself or responsible to others. I am not capable of having healthy romantic/sexual relationships, therefore I DO NOT! I really do not see why this is such a problem for other people to comprehend, or why it is so difficult for them to respect MY CHOICE!

Bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder always make relationships, particularly romantic relationships, challenging. For me, the best way to avoid the problems inherent in such relationships is not to have them. I realize that this is not the best choice for everyone. However, if you are a person with either or both of these conditions and having a healthy romantic relationship is important to you, please seek counseling in order to learn methods to overcome these challenges. Your relationships won’t stand a chance otherwise.

Here are a few videos courtesy of the Religious “Right.”

According to Pam’s House Blend, Stephen Anderson’s website also calls for “taking down” more moderate preachers such as Billy Graham and Joel Osteen. Swell guy.

I believe this video sums up Anderson and his kind pretty well–although I think they’re being a little too kind.

Somehow I think the “heaven” of these hate preachers is a lot like a Nazi death camp, where they are the guards, meting out eternal punishment on everyone who does not believe their vile doctrine.
If this is Christianity, sign me up on the dotted line for the “other guy.”

The “Religious Right” is neither.

Douglas is a nice fellow with ADHD. Recently he wrote a blog post about having difficulty making friends as a person with a neuro-psychological disorder . This was my response:

I don’t have ADHD, but I do have trouble making friends. I have bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. Even though these are fairly well controlled, I am very shy and unless I get a few drinks in me, have trouble talking to people. You’re not alone in this.

I always feel like I stick out like a sore thumb, like there is a big sign that says FREAK on my forehead, and it drives people away before they even get to know me. People tend to think that I’m standoffish or stuck up when I’m actually petrified. I feel like I am repulsive to nice, normal people, like they can somehow see that I am mentally ill. I have been hurt a lot and tend to keep people at arm’s length so I don’t get hurt again. On the other hand, if I let people in, I tend to become possessive of them, and paranoid that they’re going to betray or abandon me. I am pretty well socially retarded. I want to have friends, yet I’m afraid to try.

People always say “just be yourself.” But what if yourself is pretty much an odd bird that doesn’t fit in anywhere?

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.

Akikawa Masafumi

 For those who don’t know there is a terrible picture of my co-author , taken after his death and splattered all over the Internet like it was something cool. Anyone who participates in displaying this photo is an ass and I want nothing to do with you.

I had a very brief dream that I was looking at the room where this picture was taken. I expected to see the body of my co-author and feel the sick helplessness. But he wasn’t there. The room remained the same, including splashes of blood, but he was gone from it.

For those that know anything about ghosts and hauntings, you are probably aware that an incident such as this would leave behind a psychic impression. The event might tend to replay itself again and again. But this is only a psychic “tape loop.” This is not the ghost themselves entrapped into repeating the same awful action again and again. It is not an intelligent haunting.

Perhaps this means that he has healed enough from this incident that the “tape” no longer has to replay itself. He has taken the energy away from the scene. He no longer needs to express feelings about this incident in order to heal. But he wishes to continue to work to stop others from making the same error in judgment.

He seems much calmer when I encounter him these days. The desperation that I initially sensed from him is no longer so present.

I had been feeling like he no longer needed the likes of me when he has in this world the sort that fawn over him, sending that quality of energy to boost his ego. My energy is cooler, sometimes to the point of cold. I don’t like to become attached to things. I am not going to fawn. I am not the sort to drool over celebrities. No-one’s ego is going to get any boost from me. In short, I am not very much fun. But there is a quality of caring, and there was something of me that hurt to know this friend was gone from me.

However, he did have something to say in reply. Believe or don’t, but I will present it for your perusal.

“First off, what ego? How stupid would this be for the ghost of a man which killed himself to suddenly have an ego? And second, what sort of an idiot ghost wishes for girls to be fawning over him? This would be patently ridiculous, given that I haven’t even a body for them to fawn over. Third, I do not need any more to be consoled from my awful actions. My regret I still feel but it is in my control. The sorrow is for those I harmed and this I can never atone completely. But I now do my mission not from desperation but from a calmer place. I wish to do what I might, though it cannot make an impact in my lifetime.

And I can call you my friend though you try so terribly hard to be so distant from all things. I wish I could soothe the pain in your heart–because I wish to, not because it is a compulsion. It is not an insult to me that your son’s and brother’s well being take precedent over mine. I cannot be sick or hurt as they can. My ego is not so great as that. Never was. When you wish to work with me, I am here. When you need a friend I am here although sometimes you cannot sense me through your pain. If it was ever dire I would do my damndest to appear to you. Take solace from this vision. I am no longer mired in my pain. You no longer need rescue me. You already did. I thank you with all my heart. And I will not abandon.

Your friend for life and beyond.”

Life…

Sometimes it’s just a bucket of shit, ain’t it?

All we can do is make our best effort to rise to the top of the sludge, and not blame ourselves if sometimes we get pulled under.

Peace.

Here is the Respect Banner. I created it with the probably vain hope of reaching the possible working brain cell of those individuals who somehow think it’s cool to display the image of my co-author’s suicide. That’s not cool, it’s stupid. So if you want to show how stupid you are, I guess you’ll display that image.

Feel free to steal the banner if you want. I just ask that you give me credit for it, so the hate mail can come to the right place.

A little less than two weeks before my son leaves for Quebec. My heart is heavy. We went for a drive tonight and that was pleasant. His ever-snarky socio-political views always make me laugh. I’ll miss these times. I’m sure he will hardly think of me while he’s in Quebec. He’ll be on my mind all the time. Perhaps both these things are as they should be.

My cousin’s son just went into the Navy, so obviously, she’s worried. The son of an online friend in England has joined the military and will be going to Afghanistan. She is beside herself. My fears are so foolish and minimal by compare. The people he’ll be working with sound very pleasant. I worry because I know it’s colder than a welldigger’s ass up there in the winter. I worry about the travel. The people he will be with are used to living there so I’m sure they’ll know what to do. I have to believe such things.

Me, I don’t know how I’m going to fare. I will be alone for four, possibly five months. I really don’t have any solid friends where I live. Will I end up asking for some kind of damn medication that I wouldn’t otherwise take just so I can get through this? Will I end up falling into a bottle?

I weary of my heart aching. I weary of being afraid. I weary of doing things that I don’t want to do. I weary of being broke and trapped. Often, I am just weary of this life.

“Unfortunately, this is not the Disneyland planet.”

–the one shrink I ever really got along with

“Well, how about in our next life, we go to the Disneyland planet?”

–me

“Sounds like a plan.”

–shrink

 I hope your life is a little more “Disneyland Planet” than mine.

Peace.

That’s what my son will be doing, come September 3. He’s off to Quebec to work with WWOOF (Worldwide Organization of Organic Farmers.) Here is a list of farms in Quebec and what they do, if you happen to be curious. He will be gone until the middle of December, at which point he’ll take off either to Montana to spend the holidays with his father, or Ohio to spend them with his aunt. I won’t see him again until next year.

Naturally, I’m filled with the sort of trepidation that makes moms a pain in the ass. So I decided to do a three-card reading. I welcome other readings to take a crack at this particular issue, because admissibly, I’m way too close to the situation.

What I got led me to ponder whether going to Quebec is part of my son’s destiny in this life.

The cards are the two of swords, princess of wands, and three of wands. The meaning thereof is:

Peace regained after a time of conflict

imposes in the sudden force of enthusiasm (of the daring youth)

with constancy working to fulfill the design.

The three of wands implies a productive effort and certainly working on a farm is a productive effort. But the key elements that make me think this is part of my son’s destiny are the daring youth working with constancy to fulfill the design.

Peace regained after a time of conflict would refer to the fact that my son’s first semester at college went kind of rough. It isn’t for me to go into details. He wasn’t partying too much, but did end up having problems with depression that kept him from going to class as he ought. Any further details are private.

As I was curious, I went ahead and did a Celtic cross regarding the situation.

The eight of wands in the primary position signifies rapidly approaching events and travel by air. The time for his departure is soon, and he will go by air.

The princess of pentacles crosses this card. This indicates a benevolent young person who perseveres at what they begin. The prince and princess cards do not necessarily indicate a person of a given gender, but rather an attitude and stage of life. This is my son’s attitude going into this venture. He is in young adulthood, so the card is appropriate to him.

The goal or destiny of the situation is indicated by the Hermit. This will be a time to gain certain wisdom and for self-reflection.

The card of past foundation is the ten of swords, which indicates deep sorrow. This probably indicates my son’s depressive feelings while at college last fall. However, it might be interesting to pursue a possible past-life connection. My son has always been very drawn to the French language, and had a strong interest in both France and Canada. There may be a connection from another life.

The card in the position of recent past events is the three of swords which indicates mourning. If there is something my son is feeling sad about, he has not told me. He tends to keep things to himself. It may be possible that my own feelings projected onto this area as I have felt trepidation about his leaving.

The card of future influence is the nine of cups. This is an excellent card, indicating happiness and good fortune with feelings of contentment and satisfaction.

The eight of swords is in the position of Self. It indicates interference. We have actually been having a bastard of a time getting his passport. Here is someone with no criminal record, not even a traffic ticket. So they can’t prove he exists. If we don’t receive something from them by Monday, we have to call them again and make an appointment to go to the passport office. Pain in the ass.

In the environmental factors position is the three of cups. This is a card of hospitality and joy. The people whom he will be staying with have already shown themselves to be kind and wanting for him to feel like part of the family. So this is a fortunate sign.

The card in the hopes and fears position is The Universe. The meaning of this card is oneness. To me this indicates that there are greater factors at work. This is something his soul is destined to do. (So shove the fear based thoughts aside, Mom. This is what is–the Universe has decreed it so.)

The final card is the Ace of Cups. This is another positive card. It indicates replenishment and new beginnings for a soul that has been weary. The full meaning of this card is “Contentment stemming from the flow of vital energy fertilizes that which was barren and causes renewal with joy replenishing the wellspring of creative abundance.”

Farming certainly is renewal of that which was barren, but I think that the process is necessary for the renewal of his sense of purpose in this life. This trip is a positive thing.

Now, all I need is for the young whippersnapper to give me detailed contact information, and we’re good to go.

Fellow readers/mystics, I invite you to tell me your thoughts on this reading. Blessings for protection are welcome as well!

Blessed be.

Jinx Dawson, the frontwoman of Coven, is an intelligent, delightful person. She is polite, well-spoken, and generous. She gave up performing for many years to take care of her ailing father. But Jinx has a problem. Her tendency to fly in the face of convention is unsettling to those who don’t want to think. You can check out Coven’s official merchandise site here and see for yourself what I mean about flying in the face of convention. Jinx states that her band’s work has been censored and oppressed for years.

This is a quote from her own facebook page:
Due to Decades of Banning and Censorship,The Coven is ONLY AVAILABLE 2 Places in the WORLD…
http://www.cafepress.com/jinxcoven
There are also a few items available on ebay.

Although I will freely state that I have found more acceptance among those folks who embrace the left-hand path than among most of those who call themselves Christians, the point of this essay is socio-political, not religious. I realize that there are those who would find the material presented by Coven offensive. However, I have seen many things that I find far more offensive which have not been oppressed. Coven is presenting controversial but non-violent ideas. My belief is that their freedom of expression should not in fact be censored.

It seems to me that the only ones that Coven are really offending are the religious right. Their freedom of artistic expression is being oppressed to appease one segment of the population whose members tend to hold powerful positions at all levels of government. These people want to oppress any thought that doesn’t fit their agenda. If you don’t believe me, you can read more about it.

An article by the ACLU on library censorship Here

Some dodgy behavior regarding censorship from right wing queen Sarah Palin can be found here

And why is Mein Kampf allowed to remain freely on the Brooklyn Public Library’s shelves while a 79-year-old book presenting outmoded attitudes about Africans is placed under lock and key in a back room? Both contain offensive material but are historically valuable. If we do not learn from history, we are doomed to repeat it.

Freedom of speech should be the right of all Americans, not only those Americans that the Right deems worthy thereof.

Think about it.