You're never too young to grow old
Because staying young gets old
Festering wounds forbidden to breathe
The growing pains always weep
All the efforts to staunch and numb
For when you felt so hurt and alone
You turned your life to the holy chemistry
Changed to ritual for the venged idols
What change you could bring, if only
You allowed yourself to hear your hurt more
In the dark forest of space
A lonely fawn bleats
For even wolves to hear
For a home no longer there
Except the Earth—deaf;
Blind—always weeping
As much as I want to be a wholly joyous about the fact that Henry Kissinger is finally fucking dead, as he deserves... There's a lot of me that can't help being upset with. With the fact that he lived to 100 years old. He got better medical care, better housing, and a better, more stable life for those 100 years than billions on this planet ever going to see and he did it specifically through exploitation, state sanctioned murder, and lies. He lived to 100 years comfortably on a legacy of violence that rarely threatened his personal comfort. I want to be joyous that he's finally dead, because the world IS better with him dead, but the reality is he won a long time ago.
people when trauma victims act traumatized especially in a way that is unpalatable to them because it involves lashing out and unpredictable moods and having boundary issues rather than just being demure, sad, and consumable
listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.
reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.
Girls from foster care are some of the most vulnerable members of society.
When girls run away from foster homes or when they age out of the system, they are at an increased risk of being exploited into the sex industry.
It is crucial to understand that the sex industry preys on girls and women from foster care because they are isolated from their families which makes them easy to exploit. When you grow up in foster care, you can also be dangerously lonely and in need of human connection and support. Human traffickers exploit foster girl's need for family and love.
Sex trafficking has a low rate of conviction but is highly profitable (a drug can be sold once, but a human being can be sold numerous times for sex).
It's also important to understand that recruitment into the sex industry is often done online. Be wary of people who suggest that "sex work is work" - they are recruiters. Be wary of people who use "swerf" (sex worker exclusive radical feminist) in order to demonize anyone who exposes the harm of the sex industry - they are recruiters. Real feminists protect the most vulnerable women and girls.
Harry Keller directs
An aging film star always works as a premise for a movie.
Add a beach house and some liquor and you've got yourself a picture.
Loved it.
Ah, the joys of aging! As the years go by, our skin goes through some changes that make us look, well, a little more seasoned. From fine lines to wrinkles, it seems like our skin has a mind of its own. But fear not, my friends, for there is a key player in this aging game — collagen.
“Words like, ‘When you’re older’ must appease him / And promises of ‘someday’ make his dreams” —Joni Mitchell, The Circle Game (1966)
An infant terrible, charming though. These days he’d be medicated, therapized, and IEPed, but back then he was threatened, belittled, and ignored. Even when he cared or dared enough to try—not that often, once burned, twice shy, you know—he could never quite read…
seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything
genuinely it will never stop baffling me how people will wear twilight shirts and talk about team Edward vs team Jacob and then the same people will be like "I'm not basing my personality off of a piece of media (harry potter) made by a transphobe 😌" like good that's great! so you can excuse racism but you draw the line at transphobia? good to know