some feminism.

entertain me if you're brave enough.

1. why don't more men take their wives' last name when they marry? why do so many people find it necessary to take the other person's last name anyway? i'm almost certain that i'll keep mine. maybe.
2. why is a woman's issue, such as fertility control facing such a reduction of rights at the legislation of men? they don't even have ovaries, but they can tell me what to do with my body. i call bullshit. as special as our bodies are, we should have special allowances. we shouldn't be punished for being great! c'mon Constitution! women are people too! ladies, "We shall overcome!"
   
3. WalMart won't sell PlanB. thanks guys!
   
4. there is a huge birth control price hike going on. this is counterproductive.
   
5. lots [way too many] states have unconstitutional holds on abortion access. many of the state legislators are men. i wish dumb folks like the governor from my home state could temporarily be disenfranchised when it comes to things like this. his backwater, redneck, tobacco dipping ass.. men like him make me want to cry.
6. sex toys can't be sold in my home state?!! as extremely hard as it is for a lady to reach orgasm through sex, now she can't even get pleasure from herself? but strip clubs are okay. and crimes like sexual harassment, domestic violence, and rape aren't punished harshly enough if you ask me. women have become the prisoners and slaves of their own society.
   
7. men have a defunct genome, but they're superior enough to rule over themselves and women since when? seriously guys: be sensitive to a woman's issue or don't vote. go jump off of a bridge. all in favor of a female monarch after Obama finishes being sexy in office say "Aye!"
   
8. Dead Men Don't Rape. men=monsters. sounds very radical and hateful. they aren't my exact sentiment. BUT they have some disgusting basis. sad to admit it. how many men do you know carry pepper spray with them at night?
   
9. wait a minute. you want me to to get a chemical burn to make sure that my legs are hairless. you want me to wear bras, impractical little heels, and face paint [because i don't look good enough]. i have to suck in my stomach, douche my vagina full of poison because you can't handle the way a real woman smells, cover up my body because you can't keep your eyes in your head... sounds like the other sex has a bit more of a problem with ladies do than we do with ourselves. almost sounds like society hates us. it's their problem. they should date men. or fuck dolls. when did feminine become synonymous to impractical? why oh why?
10. my period doesn't make me unclean or scary. it's the most beautiful thing that my body can do. i don't need to douse myself in perfume and limit my activity because the world is afraid of the wonderful thing that my body does. i am the instrument of Creation [only when i choose to be]!
11. i'm lesbian because i'm making sense to you? where is your logic, dude?! actually i might go lesbian because idiots like you make me actually want to date another being as out-of-it's-mind as me. hell, we can share shoes.
12. stop saying "chicks, cougars, creatures, sweetheart, cunts, etc" stop naming your instruments and cars after women. stop naming hurricanes and tropical storms and such women's names. stop it right now.
    

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Go do this now
i know i'm pretty radical. it's my job, or nearly is. i can't wait to be the greatest gynecologist, most vocal woman's rights activist, president of my state's chapter of NOW, author of several books, etc.. but you don't have to be. leave the hard stuff up to the professionals! here is what you can do:

1. go to Planned Parenthood website and see what you can do to support progress in your area. don't have a facility in your state? there's your need for progress right there!
2. go to the NARAL website and see how woman friendly your state rates up. it can't be any more disgusting than my own.. my History teacher gave me that website in high school after i emailed out a petition against the governor's action and mailed him a letter! i love ladies with sense! so cool! i still got a C in her class...
3. go to the NOW website. i love them and they're always looking for support AND they'll mail you some really sweet stickers for your car!
4. go watch the Vagina Monologues. seriously!
5. Rihanna [or however you spell this misguided girl's name] is crazy. this website is not.
6. go to Bust.com! have fun!
   
7. dress as Wonder Woman or Poison Ivy! they're hot ladies, they're strong, and they don't let a man tell them what to do! who would dare?!
   

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i am NOT a man-hating [or Republican-hating], natural-smelling, bitter, cat owning, PMSing, boot-wearing lesbian person. sorry if i seemed so. don't let me scare you off. i actually love men. i generally want to put things up their asses for my pleasure. many men are wonderful. my brothers, my uncles, my boyfriend and his dad and brothers are all beautiful men. men do so much for me, for this country. they are heroes at war. they are protectors, they are single parents. they are amazing lovers. they can be the most polite gentlemen and some of the most intelligent people i'll ever know, unless they happen to be the governor of a very damned, very Red, very backwards state. some of the raddest feminists are men and i thank them for their support. i do not believe that women are superior [even if we are pretty rad]. i support equal relations and respect among all human beings, no matter what gender or sex that they identify with. if you want to take issue with something i've posted, go ahead. it's healthy and i might have been a bit violent and obsessive. i just want everyone to recognize how amazing ladies are! i'll admit it--i'm not perfect! only very nearly so.

and then, of course, my Libra senses tell me to equally rant against the stupid, useless, disgusting women blighting the face of the earth. but that is another post that i will have just as much fun with.


YUCK, right?! thx, here.

do you jizz?

i'm just crazy about my lady regions. never mind that i should be studying instead of baking a cake and thinking about self-love. you should be in love with your plumbing, too. boys get to name their parts and touch them everyday when they go pee. a lot of women don't even know what everything is called down there. a shame!

The-Clitoris.com is such a great place. i just adore reading the extremely informative articles about things such as outercourse, arousal and orgasm, and sexual desire. i sent my boyfriend the one on cunnilingus and he was slightly offended, but i hope he highlighted and took notes. even if you don't have a guy or a girl to do such great things for you, go read the [lovely] articles on masturbation, body image, sexual fantasy, etc. it's all about the promotion of female pleasure and health. parfait!

then go buy some shmexy skank-whore panties. these are mine that i blew a whole $3 on today:

just wear them for the hell of it, just to know that you've got red lace running up the crack of your ass and that it looks damned hot on you. then hop in your bed with your vibrator, or just your right hand and some good music. don't stop until you've cum at least three times.

1) "I Touch Myself" by The Divinyls
2) "Shake It" by Metro Station
3) "Rid of Me" by P. J. Harvey
4) "Criminal" by Fiona Apple
5) "Turning Japanese" by The Vapors

or if you have a partner [still don't stop until you have cum at least three times]:
1) Anything that comes of of Marvin Gaye's mouth
2) "Oochie Wally" by Nas
3) "Blindfold Me" by Kelis
4) "Pony" by Ginuwine
5) the sound of that lucky person's heavy breathing

there is just so much sexiness wafting around right now. so much, that i feel overwhelmed. yes, it's possible. did you know that Michel Germain created Sexual pour Homme, a cologne with pheromones and aphrodisiacs in it to enhance the male sexuality? can you imagine what that will do to you? have you drooling and dropping your pants in front of anybody wearing it, that's what. also, CAT position during nookie will get you off in two minutes. andy better revise his plans to play Monopoly! order some condoms personalized with a picture of your favorite character from a movie. have fun with your sexuality and your body, especially the lady regions. the clitoris has way many more nerve endings than the entire penis does. female power!

i'm done. i've got to get to downloading some appropriate music and making preparations to look hotter than solar lava.

be the change, now change your sheets!

how exciting was yesterday?! even if we all can't agree on politics [which i love], you have to agree that the President's speech just gave you little butterflies of [i can't find a better word] Hope all in your belly, if you cared to listen to it. it was relieving and gave me good feelings all day. not to mention, i imagined how hungover my boyfriend was in D.C. that day, which made me laugh. what did yesterday do to you? i've already read some posts, but surely there's more. did you cry? did you care? did you drink too much and walk around in D.C. hungover before your performance like someone's man?

i have a cold. don't ask me how i went from recovering from my fever to catching a cold. my roomie just had a fever, so now i'm dousing the apartment in Lysol. i fell asleep one night with my vibrator running and woke up--and it still was on! i could have burned my clitoris off! what would my doctor have said?

and this is funny. absolutely funny:
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Heavily Tripping

Andy tripped along rapturously. He was on his way to meet his lover, Cherry, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a clown hopping along, carrying a box of wine in its mouth.

Andy was almost by the balls when he came across a horny cake, lying alone on a soap-scented plate. "That must be a treat from my peppery bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked chunky, so he ate it.

It gave him the most with abandon tingling sensation in his ass. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Cherry.
When Cherry came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Andy cried covertly.
"Your collar bone! And your inside of the elbow!" Cherry said. "They're intense! Can't you feel it?"
Andy felt his collar bone and his inside of the elbow. They were indeed quite intense. "Oh, no!" Andy said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that horny cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Cherry said. "I got you a coffee mug. It must have been that vagina-oriented man who lives nearby. He acts a little morbidly, ever since he pat a hair pin."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Andy sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Cherry said speedily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your collar bone is really luminous like that."
"Really?" Andy dried her tears. Andy kissed Cherry and it was an entirely green sensation, like rats in a cornfield.

They spent the night having entirely green sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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and before you ask: NO, i'm not any crazier than usual. i went here to create this drabble! it's fun!

and pictures! The Slut Hut! or my apartment. still decorating and organizing.

aesthetics.

Pretty!Cherry is a Belle even in a baseball cap!

i am sooo typing this from a friend's laptop right now. and i have a glass of wine already in my consumption, so this post should be all sorts of fun.

i've been thinking alot about aesthetics. about my look. here's is what i've come up with: i effing love tons of black eyeliner. i love fake beauty marks under my eye or by my mouth. it all depends on if i happen to have a zit at the time and where it is. a nose ring is not an option. it's always there. i love my golden tresses in curls and a devastatingly red lipstick. i have long, dark nails the color of oxygen-exposed blood that like to grasp my copy of The Killing Joke [comics are love]. i like lace and false eyelashes. i wear dark colors for the sophistication when my favorite color is "hooker pink." i like burlesque hints and the smirks that grace my photos. i like my antiquated fascinations... i like me because nobody else can be me--even if they try.

so simply, good people--indulge me. what are your current looks? what do you love? tell me; show me. make my day, darlings.

i'm a fangirl.

but i'm a dedicated one that has had the same sick adoration for the same monsters for over a decade. and now with this new form of my gangster bank robber Clown Prince of Crime, the sickness is rekindled and i can squee at the movie theatre and frown at the thirteen-year-old girl next to me who has never owned a Batman comic in her life, who has never faithfully watched any of his animated series, who has never wet dreamed about Joker cutting her with a knife until Heath Ledger [wonderfully] put the image into her pubescent mind.

i'm gonna buy this movie bootlegged [i've seen it twice, so i've spent my share of cash] and i'm going to do a late, but great review. and then, i'll post some links for my JokerXHarley Quinn fascination and thier Mad Love. be looking out for it and get into the mood for some obsessive appreciation for the personality disorders, domestic violence, and even more of the twisted just as soon as i get the jizz out of my panties and sheets long enough to have time to type.

Engagement Club

1. The first rule of Engagement club is: you do not talk about Engagement Club.
2. The second rule of engagement club is: you DO NOT talk about Engagement Club.
3. If a fiancé(e) says "stop," goes limp, taps out, the engagement is over.
4. Only two really hopeful people to an engagement.
5. One engagement at a time.
6. No wedding band, yet no looking back, ether.
7. Engagements will go on as long as they have to [even years].
8. If this is your first night at Engagement Club, you have to make a bigger deal out of it than is necessary.

haha!

About [everything]

About the Author, this Project, and your Mom

Cherry is the persona, the narrator, the creator of this compilation of what her senses allow here. The name is indeed a nom de plume, but more than that, it is the incarnation of the vessel through which this worthy way of Language is published. It is a form of ego, and the one who is smirking at you reading this right now. She is the one who pisses outside of your window at night and takes pictures of walks through the city for later musings.

Literally, Cherry has had a webspace of some sort since the late nineties. Some vestiges of immature wastefulness surely remain in varying mediums throughout the Web. She has owned several livejournals, blogs, etc. All of them tribute to her fashioning into fabulousness and the arcane of her lot in life. She has even owned several websites for which she was the designer [HTML and CSS Queen], updater, creator, publisher, writer, artist, etc. There have been useless fansites, to personal havens of vanity, and even an eating disorder support community as part of the Pro-Ana philosophy. There have been many, many transformations with conflicting values and worths--and surely there will be more.

The author is a writer by heart. She wields the Language as it is her only weapon, and the best one to use, in her opinion. She is very artistic and romantic in the head and obviously has a bit too much free time which allows for third-person explorations of self, and then other people who are, to be sure, less important. She also considers sarcasm to be a sufficient weapon when intelligently operated.

Literally, she is currently a university student studying Premedical sciences and French language with plans of abroad study. She is the product of a cute fucking face, Hooters experience, abusive companionship, adorations of morbid and antiquated aesthetics, cosmopolitan values and culture, way too many digestions of books under her belt with desires for more, aspirations for a fulfilled purpose, and worship of her vulva.

The Pink and Pilled Philosophies, hereafter, TPPP, can be considered as follows:
"TPPP is a blog with the ferocity of a persona journal and the substance of a favorite newspaper column or the work of a noteworthy wielder of Language. It is indeed a tribute to the author's ego, and don't you forget it. The author isn't your typical young womyn, and don't you forget it. Think contemporary awareness of the world meets the sexy lace underwear and pissing standing up of unwavering feminism meets the rapidly adjusting phases of young adult life."

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