Monthly Archives: October 2013

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got to wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someone’s crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid-July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop overthinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

(via come correct)

There is a vast chasm between confidence in your abilities, and an over-inflated ego. Ego says “I can do no wrong”, whereas confidence says “I can get this right.” Confidence says “I’m valuable” while ego says “I’m invaluable.” This is a critical difference in mindset.

Get Over Yourself: How Your Ego Sabotages Your Creativity | 99U

(via She Who Shall Not be Linked to)

The Internet is the greatest communication innovation of our age. The impolite question of every communication innovation is “What do we do when the peasants get access?” Facebook started at Harvard, trickled down through the Ivy League and into the general populace; Tumblr was a micro-blogging platform for a cultural elite and now is a billion-dollar Yahoo property. The part that doesn’t inspire the rapturous wonder and hyperbolic copy, is the simple geeky love of it. Social media is mostly business-friendly copy on top of the good old-fashioned desire for human connection. Folks want to talk, and often, to each other. From the early days of usenet to, yes, the blogs and tweets of today, we send ideas, feelings, brain droppings out into the world and hope they meet up with other folks. If we are very lucky, those who interact with us make sending them worthwhile. For the most part, branding and the banality of our day-to-day lives can co-exist peacefully, except when the brand is movement-making. Online branding demands an almost robotic adherence to a message, whatever that message is. Exclusiveness attracts interest that allows for popularity that can translate into stellar careers and influential places in society. Movement-making, at its best, is a roiling, argumentative, communal beast that’s based in an exchange across all sorts of channels. It doesn’t look pretty and it’s terribly hard to sell.

The Long Feminist Summer, Sydette Harry

(via Big Barda’s Black Baby Girl)

It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.

–Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot

(via Egyptian Soapbox)

The racial and ethnic demographics of the Don’t Say Gay polling are of interest, too. 75% of those who identified as Hispanic said that teachers should be able to discuss other sexual orientations; 60% of Black respondents gave that answer; only 46% of White respondents thought so. And this is interesting to me because so many white liberals whisper to me: “You know, the Black community is so conservative on these issues.” Yeah, I don’t know anything of the kind. These anti-gay bills in TN come from a segment of the White community.

–Chris Sanders (from the Tennessee Equality Project)

(via Queering the Game of Life)

Michelle K., Stop Calling Her Beautiful.

Do not call your daughters
beautiful.
Do not insist
that her worth is in 
the color of her skin
or how her eyes glisten.
Teach her to be coarse.
Teach her to speak
and learn and fight.
Teach her to love her body
in all of its forms.
She will be more
than you were.
Do not curse her with the
same handicap your
mother gave you.

(via Egyptian Soapbox)

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince

(via Free Bird)

This is basically how I feel about all manner of human involvement. I feel like it makes me seem insensitive to my friends when they’re feeling insecure or scared in new relationships, and I’m just like, “Well, yeah, I mean, in the long run this is probably going to hurt you. That doesn’t negate the validity and worth and joy of what you’re experiencing right now.”

This is a statement that I find comforting and reassuring, but judging by CC’s reaction last night, that is not common. #oops