January 4, 2010 • 2:41 am
In language it’s become sort of common place for people to use serious mental illness terms as adjectives in discussions. However you feel about that, I’m sure you’ve heard it.
Someone refers to a well organized person, as being so OCD. Or joking that a busy multitasker has gone all ADD or something. The term bipolar, has been used so out of its original context as related to a mental diagnose, more or less its good for a laugh to describe a situation.
When is it okay? Is it okay for the sufferer themselves to be lighthearted? Its something they didn’t bring about from their own accord, so is it okay to embrace it for what it is?
On this website we are all about representation for what you are. If you’re biracial-holla! Comfortable bisexual—be proud and open. But are some topics worthy of a limit? Let’s discuss! Theses bipolar people are having some fun with their disorder, and maintaining the position that even though they have this illness— they aren’t the illness.
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Filed under: Eliza Barnett, bi-polar , bipolar, bumper stickers, cards, joke about mental illness, mugs, shirts
December 18, 2009 • 6:58 am
Yesterday I came across a comment on an interracial message board that caught my attention.
Obama is not black so why did he marry a black woman? He is biracial and should have married a biracial woman. I refuse to ever marry a man who is not biracial. I am not dating any blacks or whites.
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Filed under: Maggie Barnes, bi-racial , biracial, black and white couples, dating, dating outside ones race, interracial, obama
December 3, 2009 • 8:18 am
Are you scared to say you’re bi or something??
As I watched Bravo’s Million Dollar Listing, I was surprised to hear seemingly open bisexual real estate agent, Madison, refer to himself as a “gay” man. This is first time I’ve ever heard him refer to himself as gay verses bisexual…Why does that seem to happen… people that identify as bisexual sometimes have no problem casually saying they are gay, but they don’t casually say they’re straight? And if they’re bisexual by definition shouldn’t they? (lol)
Furthermore, it seems like the race card’s former one drop rule, has resurfaced as something like the one kiss rule.
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Filed under: Maddie Banks, bi-sexual , bisexual, fence sitter, gay, madison, million dollar listing, hear me roar
November 23, 2009 • 6:22 am
This is how I feel.
It’s like I’ve dropped a priceless vase and every piece that I attempt to glue back together falls again into another dozen pieces and I’m back right where I started, only it’s gotten worse.
I wish I were talking about a vase though, but I’m not. I’m talking about my mother. I called her today to just talk. We aren’t close. She doesn’t live nearby. She’s manic depressive bipolar. For every six months of downer moods, there are maybe 8 days collective of upper ones.
I don’t call, she’s sad.
I call she’s sad and mad.
So I don’t call.
Time, time, time goes by. I want to call. I don’t. More time, time, time goes by. I call. I cross my fingers; I take a deep breath, hello?
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Filed under: Eliza Barnett, bi-polar , bipolar, bipolar mother, daughter of bipolar mother
November 16, 2009 • 11:05 pm
I’m sitting here feeling three things: frustrated, intrigued, and questionable.
I’m frustrated became the guy I’m currently dating is an urber guy’s guy. We’re talking alpha male all the way. This is good in some ways because I have s short attention span, and beta males’ just plan do too much. He’s kind of like a mojito. He is sweet—not a bad boy or anything, but he’s manly enough that no bad boy guy is gonna call him whipped.
It’s just frustrating because he’s also a workaholic. But I dig that because I’m a perfectionist in the workplace myself. It’s these damn sport seasons that are killing me! I swear there is some game going on everything night…hahaha
On to the next topic…I’m intrigued because …
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Filed under: Maddie Banks, bi-sexual , bisexual, rose by any other name, tough love
