The Girl Fund

Female genital mutilation is a wildly horrific barbaric practice that is masqueraded as a cultural ritual it’s bastardized to make people believe it’s to keep women clean and make them a bride and it’s all under the pretence of this misogynist, sexist, gluttonous, sluttish, putrid swine of a false god. It is practiced where men’s piss is worth more than a woman in a religion that has lost all of its true values. In Africa, the Middle East and in Asia are the main corners of the world where this mutilation takes place.
There are:
6,600,000,000 people in the world
3,600,000,000 are female
2,000,000 mutilated females
300,000,000 girls will receive absolutely no education of any sort, simply because they are girls.
It's ironic how you can avoid persecution by your country based on race, religion, nationality, political opinion or a member certain social group but, if you’re a girl in one of these pastoral societies, your S.O.L when it comes to your vulva. The physical pain of going through infibulation just sounds unbearable. Usually with a rusted blade, or if you’re really lucky broken glass your aunts and mother who pin you to the on the floor and pry your legs open. Then some heartless old goat grandmother starts cutting away without any anesthetic she removes your clitoris, labia minora and majora and most of the tissue that pads the vaginal opening around the sphincter then sewn up with a pin size whole to let urine and menstrual blood flow.

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The aftermath of the procedure is just as tragic usually there is lifelong pain worse than any menstrual cycle the unmutilated female will have. there is always the fear of you family disowning you if you do not go through with the procedure. So, if you don't go through with it your family gets rid of you and women are not allowed to own anything. the only thing left to do is starve to death. Instead of accepting their daughter’s body the way it is, the way it came into this world, men are outraged at the fact that the clitoris on the baby girls body is strictly for sexual pleasure. This all goes along with sexual ignorance. And the fact that it’s the aunts and mothers who lie and carry out the practice on the girl doesn’t help the situation. I was told the answer is education even if it’s helping these girls write in their native language. EDUCATION is the answer…..The Girl Fund does exactly that.

www.thegirlfund.org.

http://www.unfoundation.org/our-impact/empowering-women-girls/population-council-unfpa-early-marriage.html

2 avenue du Général de Gaulle, Paris-Bagnolet

This Past April I on a Euro trip. I Would like to rant on this blog about how wonderful it was, but I'll let the pictures do that.

Houston London, Paris & Italy
April 10, 2009 - April 19, 2009

http://explorica.com/Tour-Diaries/Tour-Diary.aspx?tourCenterCode=Houston-1352&diaryDate=04/11/2009&imageNum=0

Calling It Black

So was sitting in my room listening to Ms. Turner’s Proud Mary when the power goes off. “Great! That idiot forgot to pay the electric before he left.” My parents had gone to Arkansas to spoil my older brother with undeserving attention he didn’t even want. So there I was sitting in my room with nothing left to do but think.
I could hear my sister in the room next to me trying to figure out what happened. Then it happened, my body was invaded by an unknown host. It felt like a cross from an LSD trip and being force feed with a spoon. I was dizzy with a drunken happiness and a sharp pain stabbed me back to reality. “What the Hell was that?” I was scared and confused then it came to me that I just might have had a hallucination. I was covered in sweat and there was a golf ball size knot in my head. I called out for my sister but something was telling me she wasn’t there. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out a pale angelic like face with eyes darker than what you’d expect hell to be. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was being haunted by a little boy with absolutely no bedside manners.
I felt my body pull from itself and I could hear my heart beat drop my chess felt like it was being crushed and my legs went numb. I woke up. The lights in my room where still off and I sat up confused about what happened. I didn’t know what was real then, I heard my dad. “You girls get down here and clean the house.” “He must want to be yelled at.” I thought to myself. I have a zero tolerance policy for asshole’s being treating me like a maid and being yelled at with orders like a beast. I have instilled this in my sister to. I got up and started walking towards my door barely keeping my balance and clumsily falling over books and clothing. When I got to the stairs I fell all the way down and I also noticed they were no longer stacked like a normal staircase but they curved. I still wasn’t awake, or was I? I went down and I couldn’t understand what my dad was yelling about. I couldn’t speak, literally. I could just stand there and give dirty looks while he walked around the house stating the obvious.
Then I woke up I had never felt so alive and fear was gone. I walked out of my room and the lights were on. My sister shorted the outlet in her room and the lights in our rooms alone went out. I still have no idea what happened that night but I was glad I was in one piece. Before I went to bed I went to see if the lights were off then I said “Victoria. The pot is black.” “I know” she responded why do you have to state the obvious?

Getting It Together

This blog is a post to make up for last Tuesday. I’m back with finally my second post and let me tell you; this blogging stuff is harder than I thought. It’s around midterm time and I am what teachers call lost. I am absolutely overwhelmed with my full time work and school schedules. This class I’m in right now starts at 9:30; this morning I was so confused with my conscious and unconscious I thought it was Thursday, then Saturday, then the end of the term. Around the time I got my thoughts in order, I managed to figure out it’s the day after my birthday so it’s Tuesday. I had class yesterday so I have to go today. After putting that together I jumped up ran to my backpack and tried to find anything that will tell me the time. In the end I was only ten minutes late to class. And in the end this “only” attitude is the one that’s going to get me in trouble. I love learning but recently there has been a change. I need to be honest with myself. I have no drive. I’m depressed that I can’t say no to my parents when they ask for my school money. I’m depressed at the fact that I’m doing too much but at the same time it doesn’t feel like enough. I know that my parents don’t want me at home; I live in a very hostile environment. And now as of yesterday I no longer have the excuse that, “I’m a minor you can’t kick me out.” I know I have a serious illness, but I can’t go to the hospital because it confirms my illness and creates more bills. I am exhausted and I honestly have no one to go to.

Sucking the life out

So, I finally figured out how to do this blog thing. Talk about computer literacy. It’s what I absolutely lack. Here I am straight out of…I mean gay out of high school, and I can’t even remember the basics of computer foundations.
I should start with a proper introduction but these cool profiles have designated areas for that. I swore off all nouveau social networking for the simple fact that everyone out there was completely clueless; clueless to the world and its surrounding, to current events and to actuality. I did however try them out. Myspace, 13yrs old lasted about 6 months. Face book 16yrs old lasted 1 day. Twitter 17yrs old lasted 4 months. It’s not that I can’t commit, it’s just that I don’t want to be a zombie. (same reason why I gave up most t.v.)
I was assigned to do this blog by Mrs. Croker; my English 101 instructor. You will hear from me every Tuesday for the next three months and I’ll hopefully have something cool to talk about.
i'have to go to class now.
See you Tuesday