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 <title>Yup. That&#039;s Right. This Is GoodBye.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;About a year ago I finally admitted to myself that I am the&lt;br /&gt;
biggest dyke in my town. Not only that, but one of the few.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, a little over a year later, I&#039;ve decided that I&#039;m going&lt;br /&gt;
to throw myself back into the closet. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am content with my sexuality and I&#039;ve learned that it&#039;s only&lt;br /&gt;
a part of me. I&#039;m sure you all are probably starting to say&lt;br /&gt;
to yourself, &quot;Why the hell would you put yourself back into&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/05/yup-thats-right-this-is-goodbye&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2006 20:16:16 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>I Need Serious Help With This One...</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister in law just called with some bad news. Recently&lt;br /&gt;
there was a fire at an apartment complex in town. We all&lt;br /&gt;
heard about it, but we didn&#039;t know who was involved yet.&lt;br /&gt;
It was started by a crazy ex-husband, and ended up killed&lt;br /&gt;
the ex-wife and her fiance&#039;. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As it turns out, the fiance, was my stepdad. Well, my mom&#039;s&lt;br /&gt;
ex-husband. The one man who loved my mother when she thought&lt;br /&gt;
that would never be possible again. The man who took on a woman&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/05/i-need-serious-help-with-this-one&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 01 May 2006 08:30:02 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Time...</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/time-0</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inhale.&lt;br /&gt;
Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;
Hold it.&lt;br /&gt;
Hold it.&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly release.&lt;br /&gt;
And Scream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yup, that explains it with no questions to ask except for one:&lt;br /&gt;
Why the scream?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why the scream? That is a good question, with a few so-so, la-la&lt;br /&gt;
answers. Mostly it&#039;s out of frustration. It&#039;s slightly out of&lt;br /&gt;
anger. Annoyance? The inability to feel as if I&#039;m in control? A&lt;br /&gt;
lot of interesting answers, but the truth is I can&#039;t explain why&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/time-0&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:41:55 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>I&#039;m Lost.</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/im-lost</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ouch. I hurt. I&#039;ve never had a hangover in my life, but as I&#039;ve&lt;br /&gt;
been told it feels a lot like what I&#039;m feeling right now. My body&lt;br /&gt;
aches, everywhere. My legs. Arms. Brain. Lungs. But most of all,&lt;br /&gt;
my heart. It kills. I have this crazy mad headache that hasn&#039;t&lt;br /&gt;
gone away in over 23 hours and counting. Everytime I move I feel&lt;br /&gt;
as if I have to vomit. And just to make matters worse, I just&lt;br /&gt;
threw away the best thing that&#039;s ever happened to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/im-lost&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 03:17:22 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Just Felt Like Writing.</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/just-felt-like-writing</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am the black dot on the white paper. The same one that the&lt;br /&gt;
kindergarden teacher places on said sheet of paper and asks the&lt;br /&gt;
6 year olds, &quot;What is this?&quot; So naive, yet unafraid to answer with&lt;br /&gt;
a silly response, they shout out, &quot;It&#039;s the world!&quot; or &quot;The top&lt;br /&gt;
of President Lincoln&#039;s top hat!&quot; or &quot;The bug I smushed under my&lt;br /&gt;
shoe last week!&quot; We all chuckle and smile at those answers, but&lt;br /&gt;
a childs&#039; purity is brave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/just-felt-like-writing&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 14:53:51 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>READ</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine sent this paragraph to me this morning and I felt that&lt;br /&gt;
it should be shared. If you really think about it, there is more truth&lt;br /&gt;
behind the statement than anything. Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT: Slavery was also a traditional institution,&lt;br /&gt;
based on traditions that went back to the very beginnings of human&lt;br /&gt;
history- further back, even, than marriage as we know it. But by the&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/read&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 10 Apr 2006 11:17:50 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Anything New...</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much has gone on with me in the last few weeks that I have&lt;br /&gt;
no idea where to really start. I feel bad that I haven&#039;t been&lt;br /&gt;
on oasis much these last 3+ weeks, but it&#039;s kinda of nice to&lt;br /&gt;
know that I don&#039;t have to come here every day and try to get&lt;br /&gt;
my thoughts straightened out. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My girlfriend and I are coming up on our one month, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
actually. We&#039;ve had our &quot;issues&quot; and have gotten through them&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/04/anything-new&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 23:56:10 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Fall Out Toes And Yayness!</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/03/fall-out-toes-and-yayness</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crazy question! *This comes into play later in my entry, but not&lt;br /&gt;
everyone reads this much so I gotta ask up here*&lt;br /&gt;
Does seeing heterosexual couples kiss or make out or show any form&lt;br /&gt;
of P.D.A. gross you out???&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last two weeks have been absolutely crazy. Make that three weeks&lt;br /&gt;
actually. I meet the most wonderful woman in the world. Never in&lt;br /&gt;
my life have I been so giddy around someone. I know I sorta got&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/03/fall-out-toes-and-yayness&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 20:48:03 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>RENT</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/02/rent-0</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;RENT was amazing! The stage performance is 100x&#039;s better than the&lt;br /&gt;
film. I was in awe throughout the entire performance. If you ever&lt;br /&gt;
have the chance to see it on stage, take it! You will love it. I&lt;br /&gt;
just had to tell you all that because it&#039;s marvelous. And now that&lt;br /&gt;
it&#039;s all done and over with, I&#039;m sad. I want to see it again. :)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2006 15:23:55 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Feelin&#039; cheesy!</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never in my life have I ever had such a great full 7 day&lt;br /&gt;
week, and counting. I have had nothing but pure joy and&lt;br /&gt;
giddiness from this week. I found the perfect girl. What&lt;br /&gt;
she&#039;s done for me emotionally is something I&#039;ve never felt&lt;br /&gt;
before. I didn&#039;t even know that I could feel this way. It&#039;s&lt;br /&gt;
been absolutely great. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My next wonderful news for the week is that RENT weekend&lt;br /&gt;
has finally come. Saturday morning we leave for Appleton.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/02/feelin-cheesy&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2006 12:25:19 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Great Start To The Day</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;As my mornings usually go, Sammie called. I was still half asleep,&lt;br /&gt;
so she said that she&#039;d call me back later. A cup of coffee and an&lt;br /&gt;
hour later, she called me back. First thing that comes out of her&lt;br /&gt;
mouth is, &quot;I don&#039;t know how I&#039;m going to be able to make it in Iowa&lt;br /&gt;
without you. If I could, I would so turn into a lesbian just so I&lt;br /&gt;
could spend more time with you!&quot; Now there&#039;s a great friend.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 15:32:45 -0500</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need something, but what that is I do not know. I shouldn&#039;t&lt;br /&gt;
say that I do not know, because I do to an extent. But what I&lt;br /&gt;
don&#039;t know is how to go about reaching for this thing. I need&lt;br /&gt;
the support of my mother. I need her to believe. She needs to&lt;br /&gt;
accept me for me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everytime I bring home a new friend, which always happen to&lt;br /&gt;
be guys, it becomes an inquisition. &quot;He&#039;s not boyfriend material,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/02&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 20:58:30 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Snap! Crash! BANG!</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally reached my limit of shit I&#039;m willing to take.&lt;br /&gt;
I fuckin&#039; snapped. I hit the wall. 4 fuckin&#039; years of&lt;br /&gt;
keeping myself together enough to keep sane, and I just&lt;br /&gt;
slipped. My emotions were raging and I couldn&#039;t take it&lt;br /&gt;
any longer. Sat there on my bedroom floor and took the blade&lt;br /&gt;
to my wrist. Instant satisfaction. Slowly the frustration&lt;br /&gt;
and anger that had built up was erased. Still feel like shit,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/02/snap-crash-bang&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 18:06:40 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Joe And The Word of God</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#039;ve come to the conclusion that I mention snowboarding way&lt;br /&gt;
too much in my journal entries, but that&#039;s not stopping me&lt;br /&gt;
today. Over the past few weeks I&#039;ve been going boarding on&lt;br /&gt;
Thursdays with a couple of my snowboarding buddies. Well, we&lt;br /&gt;
kept running into these two guys, Ty and Joe. At first it was&lt;br /&gt;
just a random exchange of words here or there, but then as&lt;br /&gt;
we kept seeing them we started to hang out more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/01/joe-and-the-word-of-god&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 15:43:17 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Do You Like Crackers?</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven&#039;t enlightened everyone with a new journal entry in&lt;br /&gt;
a couple weeks so here&#039;s some catching up of my crazy&lt;br /&gt;
messed up life. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First of all, I finally opened up to my sister about my&lt;br /&gt;
sexuality. I called her one night, I think it was the night&lt;br /&gt;
of my mom&#039;s birthday, and we did the usual sister chat. At&lt;br /&gt;
one point she asked me how I&#039;ve been and my response was,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;There&#039;s something I want to tell you, but I&#039;m diligenly&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2006/01/do-you-like-crackers&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 00:29:37 -0500</pubDate>
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