Temperance

Just give it some time. If it still seems important in five minutes of five hours or five days or the next time when the time folds in such a way that we are here again, the decided how to act. Take in the knowledge. Read. Breathe, in through my nose, into my belly, into my pelvis, into my thighs, into my knees, breathe. Out my physical self, out my spiritual self, out my intellectual and sexual and social and political and egotistical self. Go on and call me out, and face the reality. There is still a world. Until I die, I am still alive. Whether I am in or called out, I am in existance. You are. In love.

Just give it some time. It will still be important in five minutes or five hours or five days ot the next time the time folds in on itself and I find myself here...again. Its like a breath that travels in and is exchanged, it is different what comes in and what goes out. And I am still free. I am still important. Still alive. Still breathing. Still. The stillness of myself is the certainty that I can be on top again. I can get down again. I can. and time won't tell me anything.

But it is, still.

So here is a little gift of temperance. Let the worry be something else, let it turn into a plant, and water it, and give it love, and then the worry will be beautiful instead of troubling. And it can be part of my forest. There the boredom bush, my worry vine. This is my friendship flower, and my shyness shrub. Here i have just a plant, and that one is a power plant. This one is my frustration and this one beside it my hate plant. But i love them all, and care and nuture them because they are all ppaprt of my world. They are all real, they exist and i believe they exist, and besides...they are beautiful.

One fifth of Canadians Immigrants.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7128172.stm That right...actually about 95% of Canadians are immigrants...in fact all Canadians are in some what immigrants as that possible margin is of our First Nations, who are only Canadian by merit of living on the land that has been named Canada. But the article is interesting. It talks about the changing "traditional" face of the Anglo-European Canadian. Let's be honest, that was the traditional face in like the 16th or 17th century...and then Canada wasn't in existence. But anyway. I like the article because it expresses no surprise about the diversity of Canada, no frustrations about immigrants "over loading our system," no hard feelings that bilingualism is on the rise, but not in French and English, or worry that over 20% of Canadians have neither English or French as their first or second languages. That's right! Feel the glory of diversity, of itchy stitching of diverse peoples together. I wish we could talk about it more. Nobody really cares though, I guess its just me, so proud of my status as a "New Canadian," to be an immigrant to such a great place.

England fears the lure of the 2012 games for human traffikers

And rightly they should be anxious. Maybe not fearful, but alert and aware of the reality. Here is some things that make me doubt that there is any awareness however, about what it means to traffik a person, what it means to force someone into prostitutions

"He [Mr Croaker] said prostitutes' clients could face prosecution for rape: "If we have got a situation where a man knowingly has sex with a woman he knows is not freely consenting to that, then I think that that could be considered as rape."

What does that man's knowing have to do with it. The woman is not freely concenting to sex. Therefore, SHE IS NOT FREELY CONCENTING TO SEX. I don't understand where the

possibility lies. That would be rape.

This is the same debate that happens when women "cry" rape against sexual partners who use drugs or alcohal. When stats came out in 1994 that 1 in 4 women have been raped, people balked at the statistic, because a flirtatious girls is "asking for it" evn if they are "technically" to drunk to say either way.

this is exhausting me. Which makes me think i need to reflect more on the topic of prostitution. sex. concent. immorality...and i probably shouldn't do it while knee deep in the SCUM manifesto.