The soothing sounds of punk-rock

When most people think of beautiful music, they think of a Beethoven symphony or even one of those mellow Death Cab for Cutie songs. Not me! I think of The Stooges, with Iggy Pop howling and contorting himself, or Sham 69, with Jimmy Percy singing in mangled Cockney about all sorts of British issues.
Punk is a very misunderstood type of music. Most people think that all punks are rude and dirty, addicted to drugs and always panhandling for money to buy beer. Of course, there are some of those. I see them every day, band patches safety-pinned on leather jackets and their hair sticky with glue or whatever they use to hold it into a mohawk or liberty spikes, out on the streets because mommy and daddy wouldn't let them wear a Discharge t-shirt to school.
Those punks might be cool people deep down, but they don't realize that punk is not only a lifestyle, but also a state of mind and a type of music. I don't live what most would call a punk lifestyle. I go to school every day and I don't drink myself into drunken oblivion on a street corner downtown. But I am a punk. I don't strive to conform to mainstream society. Politicians can go fuck themselves and the conventional American life disgusts me. I love the music, anything from the New York Dolls and The Ramones to Aus-Rotten and Minor Threat. I don't wear leather jackets and pants with band patches all over them. I don't necessarily have the punk look, but I couldn't care less. Punk is about being individual and not trying to fit in, so that's why you won't see me at a show looking like every other little punk brat. The people at shows might wonder why I'm there since I'm not covered in band names and I don't have sticky substances holding my hair as far as it can go in the air. But they can wonder, because at least I know that punk isn't a fashion statement.

I fly the rainbow flag

I don't see why everyone is so concerned with gay marriage. If two people love each other who are consenting adults, then let them be married! What's the big fucking deal? I'm straight, but I'm not being close-minded and mean just because two people with the same genitalia want equal rights.
I don't think that God, if he/she/whatever exists, hates gay people. God shouldn't be a bigot. If gay people are here, then they must have been put here for a reason. I don't think that the reason is to be discriminated against and have their basic rights violated by stupid religious dumbfucks.
Plus, banning gay marriage is unconstitutional. Not everyone in America is Christian, and in the Constitution it says that there is to be a separation of church and state. I don't see that happening, do you? The reason gay marriage is banned is because most of the politicians are against gay marriage because they're Christians, even Obama.
Just let people who love each other get married! People shouldn't make others have to fight to marry someone they love just because some church-going judgmental assholes are against everything that is just and right.
GO RAINBOW!!!!! :D

Sexy men

Here are some guys that I think are very sexy...enjoy! (This is kind of pointless, but I'm bored and thought that people might like looking at these delicious men).
Johnny Depp




















Sid Vicious




















Ville Valo

James Dean




















Paul Simonon




















Rudolph Valentino

Real men love curves, bones are for dogs!

I love to rant about how much I despise skinny bitches. Really, it's fun. I could write books just on how badly they need to eat 10,000,000 candy bars and scarf down a fucking cheeseburger. Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie, women who are seen as beautiful and who guys drool over, just aren't all that great to me. Their ribs and hip bones seem as though they could impale me like the stakes of Vlad the Impaler.

I've learned to embrace my curves despite being called 'Maddy the Fatty' and 'Little Miss Piggy' ever since elementary school. I'm about 5'8' and I weigh around 210-215 pounds. But I have curves, and lots of them. Big boobs, big ass, wide hips. I'm 15 years old and I've learned to work with what I have. I don't want to be a skinny bitch. If you can't accept my voluptuousness, then go away. Instead of taunting me, just don't look at me. More than a few guys have wanted to get all up on this big beautiful love machine. When I say I'm curvy, I'm not talking about stupid little Kim Kardashian. I'm talking Queen Latifah, bitches! :)

I think that Pietro Rubens would have wanted my body. He appreciated a nice juicy woman, and I wish that men today had his mentality. To the left is a painting he did of Cleopatra, and my body has much in common with the Egyptian queen in his painting. I think she looks hot, not obese. Most people in the world wouldn't agree with me, but that's just fine. They can just get impaled by ribs and hip bones.