Patronus

[QUOTE=Petie][font=Verdana][color=blue]Baron, you said exactly what I was trying to say in a much better way.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=blue]And Patronus, I don't think anyone is blaming the boys for doing what they did, only pointing out the fact that it was a punishable offence in their country and that they knew that at the time.[/color][/font][/QUOTE] Oh, I know no one was blaming them- I meant, like, wouldn't you do it if you loved someone?

[quote name='Baron Samedi][size=1]Dagger, when you look at it in an objective light, and remove the fact that this is a brutal, horrific, and thoroughly undeserved punishment for something which deserves no punishment, then Gavin is correct. The boys could not have been unaware of the punishment meted out to those who were homosexual. There is [b]no way[/b'] that they could have failed to be aware of that. In our minds, does the punishment fit the 'crime'? Absolutely not. But, what we think doesn't matter. Just because somebody thinks they can fly, doesn't mean they can. The brutal reality of the situation, is that they knowingly broke the law, were caught, and punished according to the tenets of their system, no matter whether it is fair to our minds or not.[/size][/quote] I get what you're saying. But do you blame the boys? It's human nature to long for sexual activity, and who knows- these boys might have been in love.

What is this world coming to? [url]http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2005/07/321936.shtml[/url] Go to that article and read it. If you're too lazy, then I'll summarize it for you: Two gay Iranian boys were hanged for the 'crime of being homosexual.' In my mind, this is the sickest thing I have ever heard done to gays. These boys were only 16 and 18- and in their minds, they didn't know homosexuality was a crime. And it isn't. You don't have to like gays, but you do have to respect us. We are humans. We love, we hate, we cry just like everyone else. The way we are treated should not be judged by the who we choose to love. [QUOTE]"In the case of the two teens hanged in Mashhad, "They admitted having gay sex (probably under torture) but claimed in their defense that most young boys had sex with each other and tdhat they were not aware that homosexuality was punishable by death," according to the ISNA report as translated by OutRage. "Prior to their execution, the gay teenagers were held in prison for 14 months and severely beaten with 228 lashes. The length of their detention suggests that they committed the so-called offenses more than a year earlier, when they were possibly around the age of 16." [/QUOTE] These boys were tortured because they had a love for one another, and because they were both boys. Even if you are a homophobe, can you justify this? And I know it's a different country, and they have different opinions, but homosexuals are being harrassed right here in the States as well. My ex-manager- who's one of my friends- her brother was murdered for being gay. And let's face it, when you go to the court for a crime against a gay person, do you think they're going to favor you? More often than not, no, they aren't. So let me send this out into the void. Homosexuals- either me or women- are people. Treat them as that. Now, this isn't a "Is Homosexuality Right or Wrong?" thread, so don't turn it into one. What is your opinion on this action?

Those are the meanest things you've done? Once, my friend got on my nerves, so I told her off. It went something like this: "Will you just shut up? You're nothing, absolutely nothing. You're a little slut. Men just have sex with you because you're easy, and I bet they don't even remember your name now. You are nothing, and you always will be nothing. You're a toy for men and someday, they'll put you back on the shelf and forget about you. You will be alone, just like you are now." It was worse in person, because there was a lot more tears and cursing. I ended up making her bawl her eyes out and stopped her being a whore.

Has anyone bothered to pick up the CD "Wreck of the Day" by Anna Nalick? Despite her pop-ish appearance, she's a quite talented performer. And her songs have great lyrics. If you have the CD, the pamphlet has the lyrics to her songs, and they're very unique. It's very rare that someone like her comes along. If I could compare her to anyone, I'd choose Jewel, though they're not exactly on the same level. They're both unique, and aren't afraid to put a new, original song out there. So, what are your views on 'Nalick, Anna'?

I remember posting in a "How Did You Find OB?" thread long ago, but I haven't since. It doesn't make sense to me to tell something more then once when people are too lazy to search for threads they're about to post. The suicide topic has been overdone as well, and the bad thing isn't the topic itself, it's the stereotypes people see suicidals as- it's horrible. The picture caption thread has been overdone, as well as the "omg sh3 ju5t br0k3 ^ w1th m3!!@#!" threads. They're more frequent then they used to be, which is evident. I guess all forums have overdone threads.

I lost my virginity last year, at 15, and some people think that's too young. But it's not- life's about taking chances. I took one. I'd say it'd be weird to be a virgin and to be 25. It's after college, which is the best place to screw.

[quote name='Ceres][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=DarkOrchid][B]Suicide is supposedly a ticket to freedom for those who wish to leave their body. But truly?is it really that way? Anyone who commits suicide has been either raped, abuse, neglected, outsider, etcetera?some are just sick of life, but is committing suicide truly an easy way out of life issues? Also, do you believe people should be allowed to choose life or death?[/B] [/COLOR'][/FONT][/quote] Please don't say "Anyone who commits suicide has been either raped, abused, neglected, outsider, et cetera..." (even though some of that didn't make sense), because that's stereotyping. People who commit suicide aren't always the subject of any abuse, sexual or otherwise, any type of neglect, or anything that would drive a person to kill themselves in the mind of society- sometimes, a person with a happy life kill theirself. Why? Because they're not happy with who they are. To be unhappy with oneself is usually something personal, something that isn't triggered by someone else. So when you talk about suicide, do not stereotype.

[U]The Diary of a Broken Boy- Day One.[/U] The smoke suffocated me as it twisted around my body and eventually into my nostrils- but I didn?t resist it. I could see the embers of the cigarette burning in the ashtray on the nightstand. The fingers it had once been between had forgotten about it, left it to dwindle away to ashes, just as he had forgotten about me. I sat in the dark room alone. Well, not physically alone, but emotionally- the body in the bed saw me as nothing, an object. I was naked because I couldn?t find the strength to get up and find my clothes. So I just sat there. I sat there with nothing- no pride, no love, no emotion. I couldn?t bring myself to cry, even if I had enough reasons to release the tears. I just couldn?t, not right now. I looked back at him. He was sleeping peacefully, the blanket tightly wound over his midriff. I wonder what he was dreaming about- money, fame, someone who he could actually love? I had walked into something I had never known, and it is human fact that man is afraid of the unknown. That?s why it happened the way it did, I think. Maybe that?s why I was willing when we began, but as his body leaned into mine, as we became one for that short period of time, I became a bystander watching a car wreck. It wasn?t something I wanted to do- but I did it anyways. And maybe, for once in my life, I had taken a chance. It took all of my being to make me get up and find my clothes- which I did in under a minute-and dress. I walked over to the nightstand, picked the cigarette up between my fingers, and pressed it to my lips- as he had done to me earlier. The smoke invaded my lungs ruthlessly, but I found some sort of satisfaction in the killer. I smothered the cigarette?s flame and went to the door, looking back one last time before I left. [U]The Diary of a Broken Boy- Day Two.[/U] I felt the liquor flood my throat and burn my soul, but it did its job. It made me feel better- even only for a quick fix. I felt his hand on my back and his lips on my neck, and I was lost again. Lost in pain and in fury- not in love. Because I knew what he was doing. And because I knew I would let him do it. And in some messed up way, I liked it. That night, he entered me with such fierce intentions that I cried for the first time in a long time- but he didn?t notice. Of course he didn?t notice, because when he was finished, he pulled out and said his thanks, but not in so many words. I rolled over and pulled the sheets over my naked body. I fell asleep quickly because I wanted to leave a world that didn?t need me. [U]The Diary of a Broken Boy- Day Three.[/U] The cigarette?s fire reflected in the gold wedding band on his finger, as my body lay on top of his. He wasn?t finished with me yet- which, in a way, made me feel better. But not for long. My gaze fixed on the ring on his finger and I wondered about his wife. About his children. Surely, he remember their names with ease. And surely, he loved them. But he couldn?t even utter my name when we were together. If I had had the chance, I would?ve fallen in love with him. This man, this glory of a man, made me feel so fantastic when we were fucking. But only then. Afterwards, he smiled at me with a fake composure, and I was left to wonder what I was and if I was worth anything. He let out a long moan, and, in a parade of moments, his love flowed into me- forced or not. He pushed me off of him, turned to his side, and took a puff of his smoke. I washed him off me with a tissue from a box on the nightstand, and I sat on the edge of the bed without only myself to comfort me. With only myself to tell me I was worth something, that I meant something to someone, something other than a cheap fuck. But soon I realized, I was lying to myself. I got up and walked over to where my jeans were thrown- the same spot in the same hotel room for the third night. From the pocket, I drew the razorblade. The bathroom door slammed shut behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror like I had the night before, but this time, I admired myself. I?d never been afraid of death, because until then, I had lived life to the fullest. I had parents that loved me- I had friends who wanted to be me- I had boyfriends who weren?t worthy of my presence. I had found one man that I wanted. One man that could make me complete. And that man hadn?t known my name, and that man hadn?t know my feelings, and that man used my body as a shrine for lust. But I didn?t care now. My right wrist began to bleed. And I wouldn?t care after tonight. My left wrist began to bleed. And he never had cared. The blood flowed down my chest. My eyes became useless, my breath became nonexistent, and I stopped living. The door opened. He held my bloody body to his, rocking back and forth. In that moment, he whispered three words quietly. [I] I loved you.[/I]

I've always looked over my shoulder- no matter where I am. It's an irrational fear that I've had for as long as I can remember- a fear of someone watching me. I don't know where it stemed from, but in the last few years, it hasn't been as bad as it was. My boyfriend has alot of irrational fears- but his stems from his childhood.

Fear is by far the strongest emotion- in my humble opinion, anyways. It makes people do things they wouldn't normally do- either courageous or foolish, it depends on the person. For some people- my boyfriend's one of them- fear is absolutely overwhelming. He can't function when he's afraid. Well, I mean, seriously afraid. Not like horror-movie scared. Then he screams like a girl. I'm sure all of you have heard the story of a woman lifting a car off of her child. That's what fear, plus adrenaline can do to you.

This is a story- though not sure how long of one- I'm writing for my portfolio for college. I've only got the prologue done, and the character resumes, but I want some feedback on the prologue. It's different. I can't believe I'm asking for feedback. Like that will happen. [SIZE=2][FONT=Trebuchet MS][B]prologue.[/B] [B]darryl.[/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=2]I loved her. Life got in the way, I know that much. Maybe life needs to back off a little.[/SIZE] [B][SIZE=2]leo.[/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=2]I was once told that life is fragile, tender. But I?ve always asked myself? how can something so hard be so tender?[/SIZE] [B][SIZE=2]elena.[/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=2]Life isn?t easy, but I make it. We all do. Sometimes I wonder if I can go on. [/SIZE] [B][SIZE=2]madison.[/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=2]I never quit. It?s something that I just don?t do. And if I did? well, that?d be the easy way out.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][CENTER]This is the way we live. Day by day, we survive.[/font][/CENTER][/SIZE]

Well, she'll most likely not even meet the guy. Plans like that usually fall through. And if she doesn't listen to anyone's advice, it might as well be her own fault. It might be harsh, but if she doesn't listen, then she had no right to cry about it if something happens.

OB has definitely been n00bed, but there's nothing we can do about it. All good things are n00bed in time.

Ah, I was just being a smart ass. I didn't want to rate this G because that's... no. Anyways, I've not posted here for a while, and my writing has changed, so don't be surprised if this is better than what I have posted in the past. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are tossed into "LOOK AT ME, I'M A FLAMER" basket. 1. Untitled If I cried, Would you be there? Would you slap my hand away From yours, yours that is a sin. I tasted the hate from your lips, As you chewed my heart and made it pretty. I was foolish, I know? Doused by the illusion of a dream. But an illusion is what I live for You are what I live for. [I]Lived[/I], I?m sorry. Better that I move on, forget yesterday. Forget tomorrow. Fade away today. Undoubtedly and regretfully yours, Leh.

Yes, they should be allowed. If they were distractions, it wouldn't be their faults. If the male soldiers could not handle fighting for their country with women, then they should not be enlisted. Same goes with homosexuals.

So, I've seen some movies over the past few weeks that are old, in a sense, and are often overlooked. The two I am referring to are [B]Fried Green Tomatoes[/B] and [B]Hairspray[/B]. Fried Green Tomatoes is a very enchanting story. I want to read the book so bad, but I can't find it anywhere. I think Idgie Threadgood is a modern sort of Robin Hood character, and very strong at that. The part where [spoiler]Evelyn goes to the home to find the nurse taking down Idgie's flowers, and she thinks that she died, when it turns out she just went back to her house[/spoiler] is so captivating because it pulls you in and, in my case, makes you cry, but then that all changes. Hairspray is one of those movies where you have to be open minded. It's a very off-beat kind of movie, and I think the writers intended it to be that way. I thought it funny that [spoiler]Ricki Lake's mother was a transvestite[/spoiler]. I haven't been able to see all of it, yet, but the majority of it I have. I love when she's [spoiler]sent to the L.D. class.[/spoiler] If anyone wants the summaries of these movies, tell me and I'l post them. Add your own movies if you'd wish.

So. I'm sitting in my room, just browsing online, doing nothing. Then my dog starts growling, like, ferociously. And my dog is not the ferocious type. He is the most loving dog in the world. So, when we hear him begin to growl while he's alone in the living room, my mother and I race into the room. SOMEONE WAS AT OUR DOOR AND WAS BEGINNING TO OPEN IT. My dog scared them off. So, after grabbing my bat and shutting my bedroom window, I settle down. Then it begins to get hot in my room. I go to my window, pull the blinds, and start to open my window again. SOMEONE WAS CROUCHED UNDER MY WINDOW AND DIDN'T EXPECT ME TO BE THERE. I JUMPED and ran into my mommy's room screaming "Oh my god! Oh my god!" So she called the police and my defense genes kicked in. The police haven't been by yet, but I'm NOT sleeping tonight. So, has anything like this ever happened to you?

Yes, I've began to think about something and then- Ooh, shiny penny... hello shiny penny!

The idea is good, and so is the style, but the pictures are a bit pixelly around the edges. As far as the transparency, you'll have to change the background color to that of the background color of the forums.

I would spend it on... books, most likely. Or DVDs. But if I had a lot of money, I don't think I'd be on OB. I think I'd be some big-shot writer or actor who's cell phone was stolen and my numbers would be posted on the internet. Because that's hot.

I am back, yay. I have been living at my grandma's house for the past week, so I had no internet access... but have no fear. Arcadia and I have discussed the next chapter a little bit, and I think we'll decide what to do soon. I'll give the two lack-of-posts members until Wednesday to post, or they will be left behind.

[quote name='Loving_Senpai']Yeah, I seen that and I didn't believe it at first (kinda still don't) but who knows. Nature has done some pretty strange things so I guess it could be true. It's scary when you think about it, I mean that large of a landslide would hit so hard, the father who survived said it sounded and looked like a nuclear bomb had hit. Now thats pretty scary if you ask me.[/quote] Well, there's no speculation on whether it's going to happen or not --- it is going to happen. It's inevitable, unless someone glues the island back together along the fault line.

As we all well know, the tsunami that hit southeastern (I think) Asia was very devastating. It destroyed more homes then we can count, and killed even more humans. But that tsunami was not the worst. Not at all. In spirt of recent events, Discovery Channel has been airing shows about the natural disaster and topics related to it. So, I tuned into the show titled "Mega-Tsunamis." About twenty or thirty years ago, scientists began to study this area of forest on an island off of Europe or Africa (I think... not sure, I'll look it up to make sure). The trees showed significant damage from what appeared to be a tsunami. But there was one problem; no earthquake could have done so much damage, or have caused a tsunami so large. So they leave, baffled, and return years later after the incident happened again. They eventually found out that what had caused the tsunami was a large avanlanche. An avalanche so large and moving so fast, that it caused a 430 ft. wave to crash onto the island. And the scientists called this tsunami the mega-tsunami. Mega-tsunamis occur when a large chunk of land drops into the sea, not by earthquakes. Regular tsunamis are usually only large enough to reach the fifth floor of a skyscraper. But mega-tsunamis can topple the entire skyscraper. Scientists have found that on a volcanic island off the shore of west Africa that will cause potential death to millions within the next century. A chunk of the island will break off into the ocean, creating a mega-tsunami, which will then head towards the east coast of America and arrive within eight hours, which isn't nearly enough time for everyone to evacuate. So, besides me, is anyone terribly afraid of these things?

The problem is that Arcadia has seemingly disappeared... that's basically her area. But I'll try and do it sometime. Those who haven't posted SHOULD remember that when they signed up for this, they committed themselves. I will not tolerate you putting this on the back burner.