Okay first off, I’m straight. I was born in 1979. I’m American.
Today I was looking at/reading/watching some things about Pride and the movement, I just want to say, we’ve come SO far, even in my lifetime.
I remember the aids crisis and how people were treated.
I remember when couples sued in Hawaii for same-sex marriage in 1991.
I remember when DOMA was passed.
I graduated high school in 1997. There were NO out people in my entire school.
I remember a friend when I was in Navy being surprised I knew he was gay and being worried that other people knew. I assured him nobody cared, but of course this was 1998 and he still could have got kicked out for it. (Because of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell)
We’ve still got a long ways to go, but I’m glad for how far we’ve come. Two folks I knew in high school that have since come out of the closet are happily married and I’m so glad for them. Marriage equality is spreading. I think more and more young people just don’t care about anyone’s orientation and treat everyone the same.
I’m very glad that I’ve lived through this time and look forward to seeing what else comes our way.
When I posted this I didn’t realize marriage equality was less then a week away.
i mean the reason the gay community fought for marriage rights was bc during the aids crisis their partners would literally die in the hospital all alone bc their partners couldnt visit them bc they were not “family”
ppl would lose their homes, their inheritances, even their children bc they were not “family” with their deceased partners
like this shit isnt about a tax cut. just let gay people celebrate this important acquisition
And what we also have to remember too is that this isn’t just a murder of nine people. This was the assassination of a US elected official. And so we need to use real language.
Christina Greer on The Nightly Show, spilling all the tea about why we have no choice but to call this domestic terrorism. She went further in pairing it up to the actual legal definition.
Please never forget that Reverend Clementa Pinckney was a South Carolina State Senator, and has served in public office since the age of 23. The media is already working overtime to humanize the terrorist over the many victims of his heinous acts. Even the articles about Rev Pinckney seem to only mention his elected position as a footnote. He was a staunch political activist. Also, remember that the terrorist drove over hours from his home specifically to Emaneul AME.
(via revolutionarykoolaid)
Depression isn’t always sadness
It’s also feeling numb at 3am but smiling and laughing with friends at 3pm
It’s also not being able to get out of bed even though you were fine the day before
It’s also not eating because you aren’t hungry or can’t be bothered, but also over eating because you’re bored and feel empty
It’s also loving too hard or not at all
Depression isn’t a constant feeling of sadness, depression can be hidden in happiness.
Your depression is valid even if people say it’s not just because you smile
To my younger followers: I believe in you so much I can’t put it in words. You’re growing up in a world where it’s harder and harder to have hope and feel capable of changing your own life, let alone the culture or the community around you. Yet you do. You organize, you facilitate, you volunteer, you care about each other and you have compassion for strangers and you TRY. I see you all doing so much good, innovating new ideas, asking new questions, finding new answers to old ones.
Keep writing, keep asking, keep imagining, keep finding answers and please be kind to each other because you will change this world and make it better. I am so sorry that you had to grow up under the shadow of so much fear and despair. But you’re thriving in spite of it and I see it every day in every one of you.
The “I am a piece of shit and nobody will ever love me” factoid is actually a statistical error. You are actually are fantastic and infinitely worthy of people’s company. That person you used to care about, who taught you to hate yourself by abandoning you, is an outlier and should not have been counted
To my writers – when you feel bad about your writing, when you feel like your work is dull or trite or you feel discouraged by going unnoticed, and that makes you put down your pen – remind yourself why you write. Tell yourself why you write even when you *don’t* feel discouraged. Tell yourself often: I love to write. I love telling my stories. I love these characters. Writing makes me happy.
So – hopefully – the next time you get discouraged, your brain will pick up that positive thought and tag it to the end of that negative one. So nobody reads your stories? You love to write. So your ship is tiny, or your favorite characters are unappreciated, or you’re telling a story about new characters of your own and it’s terrifying? You love to tell their stories. You feel like your work isn’t good enough? Writing makes you happy. Your voice is good and true because of that.
Keep it up. I’m right there with you, and we can do this. We love what we do.