haha nvm maybe I do want this on my blog
memories~
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Hey y’all, I know that a number of you may have observed the Day of Silence today, which was taking place in a number of high schools in the country. If you’d like to learn more about it, click here: http://www.dayofsilence.org/
Now, throughout my day today, I kept note of comments that were made by students, concerning the event. Some were aimed directly at me, others were general statements, and some are actions. I had other friends that participated assist me with the list. Unfortunately, there was more bad than good.
Here’s the bad:
- “Hi gays!” (yelled jeeringly from across the hall)
- “Yeah, I dunno, it’s some sort of fag day.”
- “Man, the first time I saw people taping their faces, I was like ‘What the hell?!’ It looks fucking weird.”
- “Guys are doing it too. If you don’t talk, it’s not like your dick is going to get bigger. Jesus.”
- (This was a message from a friend, handed to me right after I entered my English class.) “So many people have called me a faggot today.
- (At lunch, a group of friends and I removed our tape to eat. Boys at the next table over yelled at me.) “Poser! You took off your tape! Dyke!”
- “Do you want a donut hole? You have to say please. Oh, you can’t?” (The box was empty.)
- “You can’t object!”
- “Fine, you can have your day, and we’ll have straight Tuesdays.”
- “I didn’t know you were with…them…”
- “Oh, look, a gay convention.”
- “I see you can’t talk to me. Love the purple shirt, it’s so inspiring. Fags these days.”
- “Gays were just born to fuck everything up.”
- On top of it all, my friend Jake reports that a few boys threw water and flour at him and a number of other students.
That wasn’t all, though. Here’s the good.
- Somewhere between 100 and 150 students participated at our school.
- All of the participants were highly supportive of each other.
- Many of the students were respectful and helped out, my favourite example being the boy in my homeroom talking to a confused substitute: “They can’t talk today. Here, let me help you with attendance.”
- The teachers were very respectful and changed lesson plans to better suit the situation.
Yeah I got this too along with a bucket of water dumped on me and baby powder thrown at me and stuck all over my face. Along with a few other comments I kept track of. Let’s start.
- “Dude we could totally rape someone and get away with it. It’s not like they could say no?”
- Who’s in favor of just beating everyone who’s wearing tape?
- “anyone who is supporting this is obviously gay.”
- “Lets just beat the words out of them.”
- -Rips duct tape off of someones mouth “Alright speak now faggot.”
- “They wont be able to scream if you kill them today right?”
- “Oh shit the gays are here watch out and they might turn you gay ahaha”
- -Puts duct tape all over face accept mouth-
- “You’re overreacting.”
I am the one pictured on the right. The back of my shirt had the pronouns “He Him His” Considering I’m transgender. I received several comments of people obnoxiously stating “She her hers” and got shoved into lockers several times while also having my life threatened.
What the fuck?? When we did this at my high school, probably 25% of the kids participated (and at a school of almost 3,000, that’s a pretty big deal). The only comments I ever got from kids who weren’t participating were things like “Aw, man, I wanted to do that but I have two presentations today,” or just “I totally support the cause but I don’t think not talking for a day is a good way to protest/ I am one of those people who find it physically impossible to shut up for hours at a stretch.”
These reminders that not everyone is as accepting as the people who I grew up break my heart. But I hope that victims of cruel, intolerant behavior can take comfort in the fact that (many? most?) of the young people in America aren’t like the assholes described above.
Finn The Dad
The moment you realize Finn has almost as many children as Jake
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“I have moments where I feel quite isolated by the uniqueness of my life experience. I’ll never be able to explain to anyone that I meet new what my life has been like…you kind of have to be in it. They are the only two other people in the world who I don’t have to explain myself to…they’ve done everything with me. I feel like when this is over, our friendship will have a new importance for the three of us because I think that when it’s over, we’ll need each other more than we do even now.” -EMMA WATSON
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“i need some black lipstick. to match my soul” -sarah
i just thought this needed to be pointed out to the tumblr community.
these are all photoshopped by enrico francis
it needs to stop.
Dear Enrico Francis Photoshop extrordinare,
STOP FUCKIN PHOTOSHOPPING BEAUTIFUL WOMEN AND MANIPULATING THEIR BODIES AND FACES INTO UNNATURAL BARBIE LOOK-A-LIKES.
1. youre not very good at it. the manipulations you make are so fucking freakish that all i have to do is glance at your photos and know that its not real.
2. the natural beauty of these women is so profound that the fact that you feel the need to photoshop them is fucking INSANE.
3. we do not need another fucking shit putting these unrealistic expectations of women (and men, cause you shop them too) into the world. its not right. you know its not, i know its not and tumblr knows.
So Enrico, I beg you please give it a rest. be a good fucking human being and stop. learn to be a true artist and enhance the beauty youre working with as opposed to completely warping it.
and if you dont i will continue to publish your shitty photoshop all over this fucking website.
This is disgusting.
I can understand wanting to photoshop out blemishes or whatever, but some of these are nuts.
The fucking fourth picture. He not only shopped her, but the WOMAN IN THE BACK. GOD FUCKING FORBID WE SHOULD HAVE TO EVEN GAZE UPON A WOMAN WITH SOME REAL ARM FAT.
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#i actually want the meta about this #i know it’s all a silly joke but i am into it
GOD YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THIS, you are so not alone in this at all, holy fuck. because, okay: this thing about the kenneth-is-immortal shit is that any way you slice it, it’s fascinating? like, silly joke or not, the least interesting interpretation of this is a character that has delusions of being an immortal/superhuman being, possibly an angel, whose most pressing interest is television???? WHICH IS, IN AND OF ITSELF, FASCINATING. you could do a whole thing about how and why it came to be that this person, despite believing himself to be ageless and timeless and possessed of powers without end, chooses to devote himself pretty much exclusively to tv. i would totes watch that show. i would totes read that book.
but that is the least interesting interpretation, and that’s because any other interpretation of this is an immortal/superhuman being whose most pressing interest is television. like. LIKE. i mean, seriously, think of the possibilities: kenneth is an angel trapped on earth, obsessed with television because it’s the closest he can come to observing humanity as a whole, the way he once could! kenneth is an immortal who can’t tell anyone his secret but desperately wants to be discovered, so he hangs around television sets dropping hints because he thinks it’s the most likely place for people to buy into the unbelievable! kenneth is an angel tasked with the divine duty of tracking and influencing human entertainment (and the subsequent breakdown of the bureaucracy of angels in media, and the angel who they report to, and the purpose of their presence)! kenneth is THE SPIRIT OF TELEVISION ITSELF, born when television was and forever working to keep it — and himself — alive!
but, okay, here’s my favorite one: kenneth is an immortal being who feeds on human belief. call him an angel or a god or a scavenger, because really he’s all three — he doesn’t need people to believe in him, specifically. he just needs people to believe in something, because the energy they release when they do is his lifeblood. he’s been alive since the dawn of human existence (“who said i’ve been alive forever”) and he spent centuries starving, developing a dark, hungry edge that’s never quite left him. religion sated him, but never for long; too often he found that people believed less than they said they did, and, anyway, the gods those people prayed to ate most of their energy, leaving him with almost nothing.
and then, one beautiful, brilliant day, he found television. television, created by humans who had no interest in or ability to absorb the belief thrown back at their work; television, constantly updating with new stories, new characters, new ideas for people to become completely absorbed in all the time. he works at NBC because his coworkers genuinely believe in what they do, and because they are, every day, bringing in studio audiences to fall into different storylines, different setups. he’s gone from starvation to gluttony, because now there is nothing but food all the time (but he keeps going to church, because there’s nothing with quite the same flavor as fervent religious belief). and that’s why he’s cheerful all the time, and happy to help, and completely committed to being there for tv, no matter what his position is: because at all times inside 30 rockefeller plaza, somebody is feeding him.
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So, no school today, which would be awesome if it weren’t because some crazy European terrorist(s??) are on the loose and the news is still really confusing. Also if I hadn’t forced myself to wake up after about two hours of sleep and wash my face and put on make up before I found out.
At least I didn’t study for my spanish test. I hope no one else dies today.
IF I DIDNT HAVE ANY FRIENDS THIS HOMEWORK WOULDVE BEEN DONE HOURS AGO