Oasis plans

Since we're officially at the half-way point of the year, I figured I should catch everyone up on the state of things with Oasis.

As we haven't really moved the needle on traffic, and no plans have emerged to continue the site in some new direction with increased traffic, the site will shut down on November 30. As for why that specific date, Oasis launched on December 1, 1995, so that will put it at exactly 19 years.

As for what happens between now and then, here is what I am looking into:

Should you be on the pill?

Since this site has had HIV scares and HIV+ members in the past, I did want to bring people's attention to this drug I hadn't heard of before. Truvada is a pill you take daily which gives you some protection against getting infected with HIV.

It is still controversial, not because of its effectiveness or minimal side effects, but because it has the untrue stigma of encouraging risky behavior. But on a site with a younger readership, we've all seen by now that risky behavior happens anyway, so it would be better to be prepared for it, whether that is a broken condom or a lack of a condom not preventing the sexual activity.

It is being stigmatized in a way that no one would think to do to someone taking birth control every day.

If you are younger and sexually active, you should know there are new measures to keep you even more healthy that are likely covered by your (or your parents's) insurance.

Here is an article (with many additional links, as well as an entire linked follow-up thread) on Andrew Sullivan's site.

Beau's picture

The Empty Seat At The Table

I've been busy since I last wrote on here, but now I finally have time to do a update that isn't rushed.

I think anyone who has been reading my journals knows my relationship with my mom is over, but part of me is hanging to to hope that there's something wrong with her that's causing her irrational behavior. I've talked to everyone in my family about this, and they all are shocked that I would even feel this way. Dad told me that's he's proud of me...and he's also told me that he doesn't want me to get hurt.

Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

Behavioral Center

Empty halls and empty heads,
empty rooms with empty beds;
all those people, all nowhere,
an ambulance once took me there.
They told me they could make me feel
better, help me know what’s real-
then took me to an empty room
with iron door and sense of doom.
they told me that I had to strip
and searched me with cold, harsh, gloved grip
I spread my legs just like they said,
despite my shame and hate and dread.
They shoved me in a crowded space
with nary a familiar face;
Fear and trembling was the rule,
but never could I lose my cool
for fear of being placed again

Roamer's picture

School For Roamers

I wrote before that I'm now home schooled, and I'm now going to write about the realities of it, both good and bad.

I'm enrolled as a student at my hometown middle school and I take the same classes as my friends, using the same books. The biggest difference is the amount of time I spend, which is around 4-5 hours a day. I also have the option of moving at a faster or slower pace, but I'm actually ahead of my peers now and school just started for them. There's a minimum number of days I have to be in school (180) but I go beyond that.

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i'm shitty at writing poems when i'm happy

I have this nice journal with beautiful, naturally made paper and I have nothing to write in it because I'm not sad now. I kind of wish I had something to write in there about, but I'm not used to expressing happiness, so it's difficult thinking of words.

anarchist's picture

this is a journal entry

I went to the Renaissance fair yesterday, and saw some things. I also got a handmade journal with actual paper, instead of that gross machine-made acidic stuff, so I've started writing my poems in there rather than the other old book I was using. I'll possibly go back to that one after this new one's filled up, but that may be a while. I'd post some poems here, but there are a lot of them, and they borrow a lot of phrases from each other, so it's sort of like I'm just revising, compiling, and expanding on them, and I don't know what I'll end up with.

Roamer's picture

Needing What Is Familiar

Last time I wrote about how I move with my Mom every 13 weeks as she starts a new assignment as a travel nurse, and now I want to go into some of the realities of this kind of lifestyle. Believe it or not, it's not as bad as it may seem.


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