After reading this, I can't believe how lucky I am, to live in a country and not get stoned for the things I do. I will never pretend to understand countries where this type of thing goes on, but I only wish those village bigwigs could come here, and see how much I love my boyfriend, and how that love is above and beyond reproach, and how God, any god, could not possibly condemn it.
Hell, I wish Mum could see that sometimes. But at least she's stopped the "living in sin" line.
Readin' "The Stone Angel" by Margaret Lawrence (still waiting for HP)
Listenin' to silence. Blessed silence. (Mum's out.)
Thinkin' about Breakfast and work.
Most recently I was 
