LiederWynd

On August 16, 2005, I became a roller coaster. Now, I should mention before that I’ve written about this before. On my old website, I posted an entire series about a bunch of weird things that happened to me in the summer of 2005. It all culminated in me thinking I became a roller coaster. And while I can most certainly say I’m not a hunk of metal four hundred and twenty feet up in the sky, I have a better understanding of why I claimed that as my identity for so long -- and why I’m daring to reclaim it. Buckle up, folks, literally. By the time you’re done with this post, I will not be the same. -- Since the original post is no longer live, I’m gonna pull a couple of things from it and post them here. We go back to August 16, 2005. I was seventeen years old, at Cedar Point with friends, and the day was ending: Solo queue time was a time of reflection. Just four months earlier, my father had condemned me (for being a lesbian) and my mother had misunderstood me. Since then, God had chang...

Today is the first day of summer, and...well, we kind of got washed out here in Columbus. So to celebrate, I'm eating my last black and white cookie and sharing my thoughts on Cedar Point's esteemed collection of roller coasters. They don't call it America's Roller Coast for nothing. So here is my ranking, best to worst, of CP's roller coasters...excluding Pipe Scream. I'm not counting Pipe Scream. Note that these are my opinions, not any sort of official ranking. But if you want an official ranking, you can go elsewhere. With that said, we all know where we're starting -- 1: Top Thrill Dragster Seriously, are you even at my blog for a reason other than to hear me rant about this beautiful thing that's taken a hold of my own identity? My personal feelings aside, one look at Dragster and you're like, "how is that even possible?" It probably shouldn't be, and yet, it is. With no over the shoulder restraints or drop towers to hold ...