T H E
D A I L Y
T R A
V E S T Y
3 April 2000
Vol. 1, Issue 62
Okay, so obviously, the article featured last issue
about the space ships and stuff was our lame
attempt at an April Fool's joke, stolen from Jonathan Cainer's website, http://www.cainer.com
If we fooled you, let us know; we would find that
amusing.
[do you always refer to yourself as "we," even
though there is only one of you?]
On the contrary, "we" designates the cooperative
effort that works to construct the Travesty, including myself, the muse,
the entity that is this publication, the wonderful pool of readers (silent and
non-) who are graced with this publication and who grace us in return, whatever
chemical I happen to be on when I write/edit, and lord knows what
else.
READER FEEDBACK
Great article about tampons and dioxin. I
have used the terra femme tampons
for years and love them. I also use 100%
cotton (unbleached) washable pads
available from Indisposables. I hate
the idea of all those chemicals being right
next to my reproductive organs. Think
about disposable diapers. They contain
the bleached paper (more dioxin)
and the super absorbent polyacrylate crystals
that caused so many problems with toxic shock
syndrome (Rely tampons) years
ago. There is a wealth of information out
there for anyone who is concerned
about the environment and our health.
Thanks for bringing it to our attention.
"Man, its like a drug. i cant
stop. I dont know why, but I cant. I like the
look of the scars,
I like the blood, I like the pain, the way the cut burns,
I like all of
it. I really dont get it at all. I just like pain. I used to use
piercings, but then that got expensive
and I also had to start looking more
professional. I used to use drugs, but
they were "bad". so I'm self
destructive. Not suicidal, I just like
pain. Suicide is a cowards way out.
Why am I like this? How did
I get like this? Everyone seems to think I so
need help. I think it's
fine. Locking me into a hospital wont make my
problems go away.
School wont be any easier. My family wont all of a
sudden get rich and have no more
problems. Relationships wont get better.
So I press on, every day, with the
blade. Maybe I will find something new
once again. A new drug or new
piercings. Or maybe, just maybe, my life
will get better, but I doubt
it."
Anonymous Travesty Reader
What's a person to do about feeling helpless?
For a while there's
just no way to see what's funny about being stuck.
At last you cry out in
anguish: "Why me?"
God answers: "Why not?"