When I lived in Los Angeles, I was waiting for the bus one night at a depot that was a long concrete strip where the buses pulled up on either side. I could see pretty well then but was profoundly deaf. So this bus pulled up on the other side of the strip. Somehow the bus driver got my attention and got me to come over. Now it’s night and I’m a young woman and there was no one else on the strip. So I was cautious but went over to see what he wanted. He communicated to me that the bus I was waiting for had stopped running for the night. He was an honest man who did not try to take advantage of my situation. So he let me sit on his and delivered me right in front of my house.
Another time, I was on a crowded bus in New York City. A man say me standing there with my white cane and got up to let me sit down. This is New fucking York. If that doesn't raise your hope, I know not what will.
Another time, I was on a crowded bus in New York City. A man say me standing there with my white cane and got up to let me sit down. This is New fucking York. If that doesn't raise your hope, I know not what will.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
