Does anyone else have this insecurity where you consider people friends, but you don’t know if they consider you a friend? Like, my super close friends, the ones I talk to every day, I don’t have doubts about, but like my friends in theatre or ones I just see at school, etc., like…do they think of me as a friend?? Like, I almost get the temptation to be like, “Hey, are we friends??” But that would be weird because if we are friends, why would I question it, and if we aren’t, then why do I think we are???
Honestly this is such a mood and it’s so hard not to just believe that no one considers me a friend even though it can’t be true
Rats are so easy to please. I shoved some sweet potato into cardboard toilet paper tubes, packed in with shredded paper towels. At first they were just excited about the paper towel shreds and started making a nest, then they found the sweet potato and lost their minds. Like they couldn’t believe what a good and gracious world they lived in that there could be sweet potato and paper towel at the same time.
FUCK. I’ve done this exercise before, but it’s been factors like “if you’re male”, “if you’re able-bodied”, etc. Putting it in these terms is somehow more powerful because it shows the consequences of those kinds of privileges. And then when he says, “None of these statements have anything to do with anything any of you have done” … ugh, I started crying. It’s like the “It’s not your fault” scene; as kids we internalize all this shit as somehow our fault. And the looks on the faces on the guys in back. Fuck.
omg i was listening to Late-Night NPR last night and this one lesbian girl was talking about how she and her family used to go camping every year when she was a kid and there was a general store that was owned by an older lesbian woman who she really looked up to and then she like tracked on the woman and interviewed her for the radio show it was so touching…. she was telling the older lesbian woman how seeing a confident gay woman living her life made it easier to accept that she herself was gay and that there was nothing wrong with it and they were both like crying and shit i was starting to get so emotional in the car… this is why we need to value and defend the gay elders who came before us and taught us to love ourselves its so important… i will die for the gays
ntm elderly people in general are often affected by loneliness, lgbt elders even more so. we owe a lot to them and at the very least should support them in having a comfortable, safe, not isolated later and old adult life.
true. lgbt elders are often ostracized from communities of people their age also because lots of older people still have very backwards and regressive views on homosexuality/transgender people. us young gays really should be doing all that we can to help out the people that fought for our freedoms (btw donate to Miss Major’s gofundme she was at stonewall)
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