life, as i know it

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Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

Hunter S. Thompson (via sothenshe)

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I can’t wait to wear these, all spring and summer.

I can’t wait to wear these, all spring and summer.

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leethegleek: voldemorts | resident-vamp | torchwoodbroadwaygleek | zeeface | district14: My Son Is Gay Or he’s not. I don’t care. He is still my son. And he is 5. And I am his mother. And if you have a problem with anything mentioned above, I don’t want to know you. I have gone back and forth on whether I wanted to post something more in-depth about my sweet boy and his choice of Halloween costume. Or more specifically, the reactions to it. I figure if I’m still irked by it a few days later, I may as well go ahead and post my thoughts. Here are the facts that lead up to my rant: My son is 5 and goes to a church preschool. He has loved Scooby Doo since developing the ability and attention span to sit still long enough to watch it. Halloween is a holiday and its main focus is wearing a costume. My son’s school had the kids dress up, do a little parade, and then change out of costumes for the rest of the party. Boo’s best friend is a little girl Boo has an older sister Boo spends most of his time with me. I am a woman. I am Boo’s mother, not you. So a few weeks before Halloween, Boo decides he wants to be Daphne from Scooby Doo, along with his best friend E. He had dressed as Scooby a couple of years ago.  I was hesitant to make the purchase, not because it was a cross gendered situation, but because 5 year olds have a tendency to change their minds. After requesting a couple of more times, I said sure and placed the order. He flipped out when it arrived. It was perfect. Then as we got closer to the actual day, he stared to hem and haw about it. After some discussion it comes out that he is afraid people will laugh at him. I pointed out that some people will because it is a cute and clever costume. He insists their laughter would be of the ‘making fun’ kind. I blow it off. Seriously, who would make fun of a child in costume? And then the big day arrives. We get dressed up. We drop Squirt at his preschool and head over to his. Boo doesn’t want to get out of the car. He’s afraid of what people will say and do to him. I convince him to go inside. He halts at the door. He’s visibly nervous. I chalk it up to him being a bit of a worrier in general. Seriously, WHO WOULD MAKE FUN OF A CHILD IN A  COSTUME ON HALLOWEEN? So he walks in. And there were several friends of mine that knew what he was wearing that smiled and waved and gave him high-fives. We walk down the hall to where his classroom is. And that’s where things went wrong. Two mothers went wide-eyed and made faces as if they smelled decomp. And I realize that my son is seeing the same thing I am. So I say, “Doesn’t he look great?” And Mom A says in disgust, “Did he ask to be that?!” I say that he sure did as Halloween is the time of year that you can be whatever it is that you want to be. They continue with their nosy, probing questions as to how that was an option and didn’t I try to talk him out of it. Mom B mostly just stood there in shock  and dismay. And then Mom C approaches. She had been in the main room, saw us walk in, and followed us down the hall to let me know her thoughts. And they were that I should never have ‘allowed’ this and thank God it wasn’t next year when he was in Kindergarten since I would have had to put my foot down and ‘forbidden’ it. To which I calmly replied that I would do no such thing and couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. She continued on and on about how mean children could be and how he would be ridiculed. My response to that: The only people that seem to have a problem with it is their mothers. Another mom pointed out that high schools often have Spirit Days where girls dress like boys and vice versa. I mentioned Powderpuff Games where football players dress like cheerleaders and vice versa. Or every frat boy ever in college (Mom A said that her husband was a frat boy and NEVER dressed like a woman.) But here’s the point, it is none of your damn business. If you think that me allowing my son to be a female character for Halloween is somehow going to ‘make’ him gay then you are an idiot. Firstly, what a ridiculous concept. Secondly, if my son is gay, OK. I will love him no less. Thirdly, I am not worried that your son will grow up to be an actual ninja so back off. If my daughter had dressed as Batman, no one would have thought twice about it. No one. But it also was heartbreaking to me that my sweet, kind-hearted five year old was right to be worried. He knew that there were people like A, B, and C. And he, at 5, was concerned about how they would perceive him and what would happen to him. Just as it was heartbreaking to those parents that have lost their children recently due to bullying. IT IS NOT OK TO BULLY. Even if you wrap it up in a bow and call it ‘concern.’  Those women were trying to bully me. And my son. MY son. It is obvious that I neither abuse nor neglect my children. They are not perfect, but they are learning how to navigate this big, and sometimes cruel, world. I hate that my son had to learn this lesson while standing in front of allegedly Christian women. I hate that those women thought those thoughts, and worse felt comfortable saying them out loud. I hate that ‘pink’ is still called a girl color and that my baby has to be so brave if he wants to be Daphne for Halloween. And all I hope for my kids, and yours, and those of Moms ABC, are that they are happy. If a set of purple sparkly tights and a velvety dress is what makes my baby happy one night, then so be it. If he wants to carry a purse, or marry a man, or paint fingernails with his best girlfriend, then ok. My job as his mother is not to stifle that man that he will be, but to help him along his way. Mine is not to dictate what is ‘normal’ and what is not, but to help him become a good person. I hope I am doing that. And my little man worked that costume like no other. He rocked that wig, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I LOVE this woman! That boy has such a great mom and I’m sure he realizes it! I’m soo glad she’s proud of the fact that he werk’d that costume like no other! He definitely is in this picture. Best Daphne I’ve ever seen! :) this is the greatest thing i’ve ever seen on here! omg what a cute little boy and PROPS to his mom for being so strong and proud of her son. 

leethegleek:

voldemorts | resident-vamp | torchwoodbroadwaygleek | zeeface | district14:

My Son Is Gay

Or he’s not. I don’t care. He is still my son. And he is 5. And I am his mother. And if you have a problem with anything mentioned above, I don’t want to know you.

I have gone back and forth on whether I wanted to post something more in-depth about my sweet boy and his choice of Halloween costume. Or more specifically, the reactions to it. I figure if I’m still irked by it a few days later, I may as well go ahead and post my thoughts.

Here are the facts that lead up to my rant:

  1. My son is 5 and goes to a church preschool.
  2. He has loved Scooby Doo since developing the ability and attention span to sit still long enough to watch it.
  3. Halloween is a holiday and its main focus is wearing a costume.
  4. My son’s school had the kids dress up, do a little parade, and then change out of costumes for the rest of the party.
  5. Boo’s best friend is a little girl
  6. Boo has an older sister
  7. Boo spends most of his time with me.
  8. I am a woman.
  9. I am Boo’s mother, not you.

So a few weeks before Halloween, Boo decides he wants to be Daphne from Scooby Doo, along with his best friend E. He had dressed as Scooby a couple of years ago.  I was hesitant to make the purchase, not because it was a cross gendered situation, but because 5 year olds have a tendency to change their minds. After requesting a couple of more times, I said sure and placed the order. He flipped out when it arrived. It was perfect.

Then as we got closer to the actual day, he stared to hem and haw about it. After some discussion it comes out that he is afraid people will laugh at him. I pointed out that some people will because it is a cute and clever costume. He insists their laughter would be of the ‘making fun’ kind. I blow it off. Seriously, who would make fun of a child in costume?

And then the big day arrives. We get dressed up. We drop Squirt at his preschool and head over to his. Boo doesn’t want to get out of the car. He’s afraid of what people will say and do to him. I convince him to go inside. He halts at the door. He’s visibly nervous. I chalk it up to him being a bit of a worrier in general. Seriously, WHO WOULD MAKE FUN OF A CHILD IN A  COSTUME ON HALLOWEEN? So he walks in. And there were several friends of mine that knew what he was wearing that smiled and waved and gave him high-fives. We walk down the hall to where his classroom is.

And that’s where things went wrong. Two mothers went wide-eyed and made faces as if they smelled decomp. And I realize that my son is seeing the same thing I am. So I say, “Doesn’t he look great?” And Mom A says in disgust, “Did he ask to be that?!” I say that he sure did as Halloween is the time of year that you can be whatever it is that you want to be. They continue with their nosy, probing questions as to how that was an option and didn’t I try to talk him out of it. Mom B mostly just stood there in shock  and dismay.

And then Mom C approaches. She had been in the main room, saw us walk in, and followed us down the hall to let me know her thoughts. And they were that I should never have ‘allowed’ this and thank God it wasn’t next year when he was in Kindergarten since I would have had to put my foot down and ‘forbidden’ it. To which I calmly replied that I would do no such thing and couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. She continued on and on about how mean children could be and how he would be ridiculed.

My response to that: The only people that seem to have a problem with it is their mothers.

Another mom pointed out that high schools often have Spirit Days where girls dress like boys and vice versa. I mentioned Powderpuff Games where football players dress like cheerleaders and vice versa. Or every frat boy ever in college (Mom A said that her husband was a frat boy and NEVER dressed like a woman.)

But here’s the point, it is none of your damn business.

If you think that me allowing my son to be a female character for Halloween is somehow going to ‘make’ him gay then you are an idiot. Firstly, what a ridiculous concept. Secondly, if my son is gay, OK. I will love him no less. Thirdly, I am not worried that your son will grow up to be an actual ninja so back off.

If my daughter had dressed as Batman, no one would have thought twice about it. No one.

But it also was heartbreaking to me that my sweet, kind-hearted five year old was right to be worried. He knew that there were people like A, B, and C. And he, at 5, was concerned about how they would perceive him and what would happen to him.

Just as it was heartbreaking to those parents that have lost their children recently due to bullying. IT IS NOT OK TO BULLY. Even if you wrap it up in a bow and call it ‘concern.’  Those women were trying to bully me. And my son. MY son.

It is obvious that I neither abuse nor neglect my children. They are not perfect, but they are learning how to navigate this big, and sometimes cruel, world. I hate that my son had to learn this lesson while standing in front of allegedly Christian women. I hate that those women thought those thoughts, and worse felt comfortable saying them out loud. I hate that ‘pink’ is still called a girl color and that my baby has to be so brave if he wants to be Daphne for Halloween.

And all I hope for my kids, and yours, and those of Moms ABC, are that they are happy. If a set of purple sparkly tights and a velvety dress is what makes my baby happy one night, then so be it. If he wants to carry a purse, or marry a man, or paint fingernails with his best girlfriend, then ok. My job as his mother is not to stifle that man that he will be, but to help him along his way. Mine is not to dictate what is ‘normal’ and what is not, but to help him become a good person.

I hope I am doing that.

And my little man worked that costume like no other. He rocked that wig, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I LOVE this woman! That boy has such a great mom and I’m sure he realizes it! I’m soo glad she’s proud of the fact that he werk’d that costume like no other! He definitely is in this picture. Best Daphne I’ve ever seen! :)

this is the greatest thing i’ve ever seen on here! omg what a cute little boy and PROPS to his mom for being so strong and proud of her son. 

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sincesheleft: And so this, all last summer, up on rooftops, cold but sometimes warm beer, the sunshine, just us, our friends. We spent every last second we could up there, taking in the city, taking in ourselves. Not a care in the world. There were no paychecks, no rent due, no arguments, we could barely hear the horns honking in the hot New York streets below. I never waited for your calls, I never asked where you’d been, because all mattered was what we did, not who we were.  Somehow, in my life I always find my way back to rooftops, to see where I am, to see where I want to go, even if there’s no implied direction, I have to be able to see. The way I wanted to see you, the way I saw you that summer.  Perfect. [imgcred ryan bailey photo] love this

sincesheleft:

And so this, all last summer, up on rooftops, cold but sometimes warm beer, the sunshine, just us, our friends. We spent every last second we could up there, taking in the city, taking in ourselves. Not a care in the world. There were no paychecks, no rent due, no arguments, we could barely hear the horns honking in the hot New York streets below. I never waited for your calls, I never asked where you’d been, because all mattered was what we did, not who we were. 

Somehow, in my life I always find my way back to rooftops, to see where I am, to see where I want to go, even if there’s no implied direction, I have to be able to see. The way I wanted to see you, the way I saw you that summer. 

Perfect.

[imgcred ryan bailey photo]

love this

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lovestruckboii: Keep your head up, and if you’re gonna lose your lunch, keep your hair up. And when it’s over raise your glass up. Never look down, never back down, and never give up. You have a responsibility to have fun, so beeresponsible. this is so sweet.

lovestruckboii:

Keep your head up, and if you’re gonna lose your lunch, keep your hair up. And when it’s over raise your glass up. Never look down, never back down, and never give up. You have a responsibility to have fun, so beeresponsible.

this is so sweet.

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BARENAKED LADY

cigamwt:

Today’s contributor lost her sleepover privileges and firstborn with JT all in one night. 

I was 17 years old and about to  sleep over at my boyfriend’s house for the first time. I couldn’t believe our parents finally gave us permission. On the big night, my mom gave me a lecture on the importance of wearing a bra and absolutely forbid my favorite boy shorts. After swearing on my first born child with Justin Timberlake that I wouldn’t disgrace the family, I headed out the door.

After dinner with my boyfriend’s family, we went to his room and started a movie, but as per usual, didn’t make it past the opening credits. We had sex and cuddled in bed for a while, until nature called. By then it was already 3 a.m., so I ignored my mom’s advice and headed to the bathroom right outside his room—butt naked.

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HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAH this exemplifies my sleepovers with joe. 

// from cigamwt

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boredom

So, tonight I made the decision to stay in on a college Thursday … I don’t regret it, but I’m ridiculously lonely and bored.

:(

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such a beautiful song

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O-M-PEE

cigamwt:

Today’s contributor learns the unfortunate reason her guy didn’t call

I was looking for a good time to take my mind off a recent breakup. Minutes into the night, I was already drunk and chatting up a hot guy at the bar. It didn’t take long before my drunken banter led us straight to his dorm. He said his roommate wouldn’t be home for a while. Of course that meant we should have sex—so we did, and then I passed out. When I woke up later that morning, he was gone.

I climbed out of his top bunk to get dressed and head home. His roommate was fast asleep on the couch as I was leaving, so I tip-toed out as quietly as possible. Because we go to a pretty small school, I found it weird that I didn’t run into my hookup anywhere around campus (or at the bars for that matter) after our night together. But I would learn the mortifying truth a few weeks later.

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// from cigamwt

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i hate people

Everyone from DHS, take a word of my advice: STOP DRINKING EVERY DAY AND DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIVES. And while you’re at it, stop acting like you’re the baddest bitches in town when you’re nobody. That is all.