So I’ve been on Wikipedia, which is always interesting. Now I know anyone can add stuff on their, but this stuff just made me laugh out loud, esspecially the one about body smells….
Physiological differences in gay men and lesbians
Recent studies have found notable differences between the physiology of gay people and straight people. There is evidence that:
- the average size of the INAH-3 in the brains of gay men is significantly smaller, and the cells more densely packed, than in heterosexual men’s brains.
- the anterior commissure is larger in women than men, and larger in gay men than in straight men;
- gay men’s brains respond differently to fluoxetine, a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor;
- the functioning of the inner ear and the central auditory system in lesbians and bisexual women are more like the functional properties found in men than in straight women (the researchers argued this finding was consistent with the prenatal hormonal theory of sexual orientation;
- the startle response (eyeblink following a loud sound) is similarly masculinized in lesbians and bisexual women;
- three regions of the brain (medial prefrontal cortex, left hippocampus, and right amygdala) are more active in gay men than straight men when exposed to sexually arousing material;
- gay and straight people emit different armpit odors;
- gay and straight people’s brains respond differently to two human sex pheromones (AND, found in male armpit secretions, and EST, found in female urine);
- gay men have slightly longer and thicker penises than straight men;
- finger length ratios between the index and ring fingers may be different between straight and lesbian women.
Cognitive differences in gay men and lesbians
Likewise, recent studies have found notable differences between the cognitive features of gay people and straight people. There is evidence that:
- gay men and lesbians are significantly more likely to be left-handed or ambidextrous than straight men and women; Simon LeVay argues that because “[h]and preference is observable before birth… [t]he observation of increased non-righthandness in gay people is therefore consistent with the idea that sexual orientation is influenced by prenatal processes.”
- gay men and lesbians are more verbally fluent than heterosexuals of the same gender (but two studies did not find this result);
- gay men are better than straight men at object location memory (no difference was found between lesbians and straight women).
So, I joined a writing contest online called Super Hero American Idol. You basically pick a character and then write stories about the character. I chose Jubilee. The first entry was to be “Why Youer Hero Should Be Superhero Idol. I thought I’d share what I submitted.
When I hear the words “SuperHero Idol” three things totally come to my mind. They’re the qualities that allow a super-hero to be super. There what separates the champions from the total dweebs, because trust me, not everyone can pull off wearing spandex. The three things are experience, fighting integrity and marketability.
When I was with the X-Men I took on so many super-flunkies that I had trouble remembering who they were. Yeah, I could have studied up using the Professor’s files, but usually when the villain appears he talks so much that he re-tells your last encounter with him. Or her, if it’s one of those super-bimbo types. Anyway, American’s need to be able to see that you’ve done it all, and I have from space aliens to giant robots to totally bogus other dimensional blobs who walk around on tiny little legs, cough Mojo cough. But really, your typical American won’t understand this, they’d say “What’s a freakin’ Shi’ar?” I’ve also battled mafia types, rotten mall security guards and ninjas, and who can’t relate to or love a story with ninjas.
Next is your fighting integrity, and if the danger room has taught me one thing it’s that a girl’s gotta stay on her toes in order to wear an X on her belt. You’ve gotta be diverse. I’ve kept up on my gymnast abilities, and not in some cheesy “oh look I’ve sprang my ankle but I can still stick this landing while tears run down my face” way. I’ve practiced hard, incorporating things like skateboards and roller blades into my act. Can you do a flip wearing roller blades? Eat your heart out Evil Knievel. It’s my way of surviving, being fast and frivolous. And then there are my Pyrotechnics. My powers get described to me differently all the time. They’re fireworks, no plasmoids, no energy burst, no, no I’m slightly telepathic. I just look at these fanboys and say geez-o-peez guys, my name’s Jubilee, I blow stuff up! Keep it simple will ya!
Last but not least is marketability. You have to be able to get your name out and properly represent if you’re the SuperHero Idol. And I can do that. Who else could wear a big yellow coat while stopping evil? These babies could be in the GAP tomorrow for all we know. Everyone will want one. And the pink sunglasses, Sunglass Hut’s already calling for the rights to mass produce these. Look at it the obvious way, I’ve been in two animated series, two movies, and don’t get me started on the Jubsters stellar X-Men Legends appearance. I am what the public needs, spunk, enthusiasm and bright colors baby.
So the next time someone says “Do you think Jubilee should be the next SuperHero Idol?” be sure you say, “Does a mall babe eat chili fries?”
My hands are numb because I’ve been folding brochures all day long. Yes that’s right, I designed a brochure for the Red Cross on Water Safety, it’s quite lovely, but we printed them in house on special brochure paper. This means they also have to be folded in house and we don’t have a machine that will do this for us. Oh well, it’s only 500 brochures. Things at the Red Cross have been iffy lately. My boss seems to hate me, one of my co-workers and I had to have a closed door debate and I really just don’t fit in here at all. I don’t like the product, I don’t care about health and safety and that makes my job difficult to be passionate about. I don’t want to go back to waiting tables, so I guess I should dust off the old resume and start sending them out again.
I am extremely excited about this coming weekend. A gathering at Patrick’s is just what I need, with Linds and Beth and BW and maybe even 309. The drinking will be absurd I am sure and I want to be me for a bit. I feel like I am always either A) alone B) at work being reserved and quiet C) at a bar drinking. My life is limited it feels. I wish Aubs could be at this gathering, it’d be awesome to see her. I am hoping to get out there this summer, lets hope that goes well. My moving date gets closer and closer, about a month away, and my birthday is next friday…25 years. I’m sure it will be boring and unoriginal, and that could be ok this year I think.
Well I guess that’s all I’ve got for now – Michigan – keep reading it’ amusing.
The wisdom teeth are gone!!!! Gone I say!!! I was told I couldn’t return to week till next week, however I feel lik eI might be able to tomorrow. My mom wants me to rest another day. I haven’t decided. I won’t till morning most likely. Anyhow, I have a ton of pain killers that are VERY effective so if anyone needs any….lol. JK. My face hasn’t swollen at all which is amazing and all the irritation from the infected tooth is gone as well. I thanked the doctors at least 10 times for getting me in the same day. They rule! I am going to be ok. I have one more big obstacle to overcome here in the next 4 days, but that’s not something I care to post about really. Good luck to me!
She is coming to Indy on Saturday!
I can’t handle this anymore! I can’t do it. Life just sucks so freakin’ much right now and I don’t know why! Lets go day by day and see how things are. On Friday my stomach was kind of upset so I came home after work and took a nap, I did laundry and I cleaned the apartment a bit. Around 7:30 I rolled down to Big Daddies where I had a total of 7 Bud Lights and after not feling a buzz annoyingly I got two Jager bombs. I sat there till 1:30, and left. I slept, got up, felt like crap, had an upset stomach still and crapped continuously through out the morning. I went to bartend at Big Daddies, but left around 1:00 because I felt so bad. I went home, slept, and didn’t do much that night except play boardgames with friends. I took several aspirin because my back molar was bothering me now.
Sunday I went to my mom’s for Mother’s day and to my older sisters graduation. All day I was complaining about my tooth, my new wisdom tooth apparently, that was busting through my gums and causing a lot of pain. I scheduled a dentist appointment on Monday morning at 7:00am and e-mailed my boss to let her know I’d be late. I go to the appointment and they say they can’t do anything but perscribe me pain killers and an antibiotic because my gum is inflamed. Great. They make me schedule a consultation with an oral surgeon, meanwhile I still can’t talk without pain, can’t chew and it hurts to close me mouth all the way, but that’s ok because i have pain killers. Vicodin to be precise, which makes me trippy, dizzy and over-all exhausted. I leave the dentist appointment and head to work, taking a pain killer on the way so I won’t be in pain all day while at the Red Cross. I get there and stay for about an hour. I am shaking, freaking out and feeling overly ill because of the Vicodin. I go home and sleep, then get online and do nothing all night aside from chat with my sister who came over. Thanks Shelbs!
Tuesday I get ready for work and get ready to walk out the door. I e-mail my boss and tell her my efectivness on these pills is no guaruntee as they make me a zombie basically, she gets irritated at me and tells me she will take care of everything today. I stay home and so e-mail work, attempting to get some stuff accomplished. I am tired of feeling like crap and just want out of my house so I don’t take any pills after noon. I head to Big Daddies for a steak dinner and cranberry juice but suprise I can’t chew it and everyone there looks at me like i’m a leper because I was sick Saturday and drugged up now because of my wisdom tooth. I leave, barely eating because I am uncomfortable and I can’t chew anyhow. I come home and here I am, not wanting to take this pill, but feelign like crap and thinking my jaw is on fire. GULP.
Tomorrow I have a “consoltation” where I won’t get my teeth taken care of I’m sure and I will feel like shit for lord knows how long. I hate everything. On top of this, I just am not happy these days. I’m lonely, have no friends really, and don’t do much to improve my life because it’s easier to ignore everything. I’m just down.
I need help.
They are going to leave me and that’s good.
I am going to try to be strong.
I will need you.