#we were together for 5 very formative years so hes so engrained into me
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No More - Chapter 1
Summary: Frankie has been your best friend since you were in the 2nd grade. You were each other's first’s, he, your first love and as you’d both gotten older you always somehow fell into bed together after one too many drinks with the boys. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up but fate has other plans for you both and events as set in motion to decide for you.
Warnings: Explicit, Unprotected sex, blood and injury, overdose, unplanned pregnancy - 18+
Pairings: Frankie/ Reader
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You and Frankie became best friends the date he put Billy Green in his place. The boy had been dragging you by your pigtails when Frankie had come along to put him in his place, kicking him in the shins and sending the boy running with tears streaming down his fat cheeks. From that day the two of you had been inseparable. He had been there for you when you went through your first heartbreak and you had been there to hold him through his. He had convinced his parents to take you in when your parents died in a car accident, leaving you with no one and nothing. His family had welcomed you with open arms and supported you through the hell of burying your parents at 15. At 16 and Brad Jones asked you to the dance. You'd confessed to Frankie you were nervous he might kiss you and that you’d never been kissed. He had taken your face in his hands and pressed his soft lips to yours, grinning when you’d deepened it before the both of you had pulled away flustered and out of breath. The night of the dance Brad had kissed you but when he’d pulled you into that bruising kiss, you’d wished the whole time that it was Frankie whose tongue danced with yours. You and Brad dated for a while and things got fairly serious pretty quickly and you soon found that he was talking about the two of your being intimate, something else you’d never done. You’d been embarrassed when Brad had asked you about it. ‘You’ve obviously had sex before right?’ He had said and in a moment of weakness, you’d told him yes. You sobbed to Frankie that night, sitting cross-legged on your bed as your shoulders shook.
‘I should have just been honest with him but I was scared he’d dump me.’ You’d confessed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.
‘Do you want to have sex with him?’ He had asked, rubbing your arm with a big hand.
‘Yes... yes of course but he’s going to know that I haven’t when we... you know...'
‘Well, what if you do it before?’ He had asked, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
‘And who am I going to have sex with then?’ You’d questioned, rolling your eyes at his suggestion.
‘Me.’
His statement had taken you by surprise. He had admitted that he hadn’t had sex before either so you’d be doing him a favour too and so that evening you lost your virginity to your best friend. The man that you were secretly in love with. You and he did it a few times that week, getting a little practice in as he had called it and so when it had come to doing the deed with Brad, you knew what to expect. The sex was okay, he had made you cum once but he was very much focused on his own pleasure whereas Frankie had focused on yours before anything else. You and Brad broke up a few weeks later. Your best friend had been there to pick up the pieces but you didn’t fall apart, you weren’t upset that things were over. You did fall apart when Frankie met Ella, his first serious girlfriend and a girl that he ended up dating for over a year. You’d had to listen to him fuck her, crying into your pillow as you remembered how he had made you feel when his hips had thrust against yours. When his lips had kissed your throat. You'd ended up having to take care of yourself for a while, unable to look at anyone else but him. Not that you were short on offers. Ella didn’t last though and when Prom had come around you have been overjoyed when he’d asked you to go with him. You danced the night away, hoping the entire evening that he would kiss you but he never did. You’d cried yourself to sleep that night. The day you both graduated was a day that was engrained into your brain permanently. It was supposed to have been the best day of your life, finishing one chapter and starting another at NYU. You’d almost screamed the house down when you’d gotten in. Frankie’s family throwing a celebration but it hadn't escaped your notice how distant he had been that night. On graduation day, you discovered why. His family had thrown a small party at their house, inviting a few other families of the kids you and he were friends with along. It had taken a lot of courage for him to pull you away from your friends to tell you what he was about to but he did. He pulled you into his bedroom, telling you to sit on the bed as he paced the length of his bedroom.
‘Frankie, you’re freaking me out. What’s going on?’ You’d asked, tilting your head to the side when he finally stopped and looked at you.
‘I’m enlisting.’ He had blurted out, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he’d waited for you to speak.
‘You’re what?’
‘I’ve enlisted.’ He’d repeated as he’d plopped himself down in his desk chair ‘Going to train to be a pilot like I’ve always wanted.’
‘You wanted to be a commercial pilot!’ You’d spat, feeling anger bubbling under the surface ‘Fewer guns firing at you that way.’
‘Please...’ He’d pleaded ‘I leave on Sunday and I can’t go knowing you’re mad at me.’
‘I’m not mad Frankie.’ You’d stated ‘I’m just surprised. You could die.’
‘At least my death will mean something.’
You’d stormed out after that, knowing that if you’d stayed you would have said something you’d regret. The two of you had sorted things out by the time he needed to leave though and you had waved him off at the airport, crying with his mum as he’d disappeared out of sight and you prayed you’d see him again.
You did see him again, 5 years later at a family gathering. He’d been given leave for a few weeks and had flown home to see you and his parents. You’d been doing well after University. You had secured a job at a tech company, quickly rising through the ranks and you’d been able to buy a house just a few blocks from Frankie’s parents. You’d taken to working remotely, preferring the isolation.
You then didn't see Frankie for another 6 years. It had been gone two in the morning when frantic knocking had echoed through the house. You’d sprinted down the stairs, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you peeped through the door before opening it to Frankie’s mother sobbing. Your stomach had sunk, fearing she was here to tell you that he’d died in active duty. You’d pulled her sobbing form into your arms and held her as she cried, waiting until she was a little calmer to ask what’s wrong.
‘Frankie’s been shot in action.’ She’d told you and you’d had to cover your mouth to hide your reaction as you’d clutched your stomach ‘They’ve flown him back for treatment but can’t tell me how he is.’ She’d sobbed ‘I need to drive to the city but I can’t go alone.’
Frankie’s father had died the year before. He’d been unable to make it back for the funeral and had not been home since, Delta force having a hold over his life that you’d never understood. You’d told his mum that you’d take her, invited her in so that you could go change quickly before grabbing your car keys and heading out. She’d told you what hospital and you’d driven as fast as you could, praying that you weren’t greeted by something that had haunted your nightmares once too often. Over the years you had dated but nothing had ever really gotten past a few months. None of them had been Frankie. You’d tried to tell yourself that still being hung up over a crush from your teenage years was silly. Yes you’d fucked but you’d never been an item, he’d done you a favour, that’s all it had been. When you’d arrived at the hospital you’d both been relieved to learn that he was expected to make a full recovery. He’d taken three bullets. One to the leg, one to the shoulder and one to the abdomen. He stayed in the hospital for a week before he was sent home to recover, his mum overjoyed to have him home again. You’d visited most nights, helping his mum as she wasn’t able to care for him as he needed, her age really showing. You’d supported him through the PTSD that he ultimately suffered from because of his shooting, helping him through the panic attacks triggered by the sound of someone dropping something or a car backfiring. It had broken your heart to see him that way but despite if all he was send off on another tour and you'd prayed every night that he'd return.
His mum passed a few years later and he’d suffered heavily after that, ultimately retiring from the delta force along with his buddies Tom, Benny, Will and Pope. You’d seen more of him after that, going out at least once a week for drinks with him and the guys. That's how it started. It had been Santi’s birthday and everyone had ended up in a club after drinks in the bar. Alcohol and loud music had flowed through you as surely as the blood in your veins that night. Frankie had asked you to dance with him and you’d been surprised at how well he moved. Your back had been flush against his chest as your hips moved in sync with the beat. His hands had travelled. His lips had placed hot, wet, kisses along the junction of your neck and you’d melted to his touch. The next thing you knew he was back at your place, the two of you not even making it to the bedroom as clothes had been discarded and you fell onto the couch in a tangle of limps. He’d fucked you senseless. Marked you. Worshipped you. In the morning you did not talk about it, just made breakfast and called him a cab, crying as soon as he left. Despite how it had hurt you it kept happening. Turning into an almost weekly occurrence and each time it chipped away a small part of you. Every time, you told yourself that that time would be the last, that you would tell him to either commit to you or move on but deep down you relished even having just one small part of him. To pretend just for that night that he was yours and you were his. The night you’d finally plucked up the courage to tell him it was over was a night that haunted you still. You had decided to visit him one evening after work, knowing full well you’d not be able to do it before or after one of your rendezvous. You’d knocked a few times and he hadn’t answered but his truck was parked in the drive and the TV flickered through the blinds so you’d known he was home. You started to bang more loudly then, hoping it would grab his attention but still nothing. You’d been angry then, digging around in your bag to find the spare key he’d given you months ago. When you found it and let yourself in you found Frankie fitting on the floor, covered in his own vomit whilst his body convulsed. It had later transpired he’d accidentally overdosed on cocaine, a substance he’d been taking for months to cope with his PTSD. You’d supported him through his recovery, and through his relapse but you’d not been able to tell him that it had to stop. Too scared you’d send him down a path of no return. The group dynamic changed after that, everyone walking on eggshells around him. You still kept finding yourself in his bed and you’d now gotten to the point where you couldn’t do it anymore. You’d tried to date, had a few boyfriends and yet somehow he still found his way into your bed. Those relationships failed and still, he didn’t commit to you. There were times you thought maybe he cared for you the same way you did for him. Pulling you onto his lap when you were at movie night with the boys. His fingers drawing circles on your skin as he pulled you close. Then he’d met her.
Emily.
They became serious fast. She’d moved in with him after just two months of dating. She was suddenly there, all the time and you were pushed aside. He barely spoke to you. Barely looked at you. He was totally enamoured by her and it killed you even more. At least before, for a small while, he was solely focused on you. Your pleasure. Now he was focused on her. It eventually became to difficult to see them together and so you stopped going to movie night. Fight night. Anything that involved him you ceased attendance and the only people that seemed to worry was the Miller brothers. Santi had left to fight a war on drugs in Brazil and you rarely heard from him. It had hit Frankie hard at first, not having one of his oldest friends there to help him through the hard times but you had. You had cared for him. Cried with him. Held him, but now it seemed that meant nothing.
After a copious amount of arm twisting, Benny had managed to convince you to come to fight night that night.
‘Its the biggest fight of my career!’
He’d told you and so you’d decided that you would go for him. You’d go to the fight, show your support and then leave. You didn’t need to speak to Frankie, didn’t need to look at him. You just needed to be there for Ben. The crowd was crazy, people screaming at each other just to be heard. Your eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Will who was waving you over, the smile on his face stretching from ear to ear.
‘Hey Will.’ You say sweetly as he pulls you into a bear hug.
‘I’ve missed you.’ He states as he pushes you to arm's length so he can look at you ‘Where the hell have you been?’
‘I’ve just had some stuff that I’ve been dealing with.’ You reply, shrugging your shoulders.
‘Here’s your beer brother.’ Comes a familiar voice and your blood runs cold.
Will takes his drink and thanks Frankie and you excuse yourself to go to the bar. You noticed that Emily was nowhere to be seen and that brought you some relief. You order your drink and head back over to the boys, squealing when you see Ben stood there speaking to them. You put down your drink and run into his waiting arms, wrapping your legs wound his waist and he spins you.
‘Fuck I’ve missed you.’ He says as he puts you down ‘Where did you go? What have you been up to?’
‘I’ve been dealing with some stuff.’ You reply ‘Learnt who my friends are though.’
You notice Frankie flinch out the corner of your eye and you smile, at least he knew that was aimed at him. You were relieved when Tom arrived just in time to save you from being alone with Frankie as Will and Ben head out back to prepare for the fight. You’d never particularly liked Tom but at that moment you’d never been happier to see him in your life. He sat between you and Fish, limited his conversation and most importantly acted as a much-needed barrier between you and the man you’d called your best friend since you were 7. The fight was brutal but Benny won, walking out with his arms above his head, he cheers before stealing Toms beer and downing the last of it.
‘Nice one Benjamin.’ You say as you pat him on the arm.
‘Coming for drinks?’ Asks Will as he pulled you into a sideways hug.
‘Nah I need to get home.’
‘Right yeah.’ Replies Benny, his hurt evident in his tone ‘Well we’ll see you when we see you I guess.’
You hugged the brother's goodbye, bid Tom farewell and left, leaving a perplexed Frankie in your wake. The drive home was quick and uneventful, the lights being on your side and soon you found yourself pulling into your drive. Once inside the house, you poured yourself a large glass of wine and collapse onto the couch. You’d done it. You’d survived an evening with Frankie and avoided fighting or fucking him.
You were on your third glass when the doorbell rang, scrunching your face in confusion when you see the time. Who would be at your door at midnight? Getting to your feet you make your way to the front door, not even bothering to look through the peephole. You were not expecting who was on the other side.
‘What are you doing here Frankie?’ You ask, imitation saturating your tone.
‘Why did you blank me tonight?’
‘Are you fucking serious?’ You scoff as you shake your head and push the door, looking up when it's stopped by his foot.
‘What have I done?’
You throw your arms up in exasperation and make your way back to the kitchen to pour more wine. You were going to need it if you were going to have this conversation.
‘How’s Emily?’ You ask, venom dripping from each word ‘Was surprised she wasn’t there.‘
‘She’s away with her sister.’ He answers, brow furrowed in confusion ‘What does that have to do with how you blanked me?’
‘Did it hurt?’ You growl, taking a sip of your wine ‘Did it sting that I didn’t acknowledge you? Didn’t speak to you, pushed you to one side?’
‘Of course, it did.’
‘Well, you know you know how I felt.’
‘Is this because we stopped fucking?’
‘NO!.’ You yell, your anger overflowing now ‘When you got together with her and started to bring her along it was like I no longer existed.’ You continue, nostrils flaring ‘You didn’t speak to me. Didn’t look at me. I was just tossed aside because you found new pussy and it hurt like hell. I helped take care of you when you got shot. Comforted you when your mum died. Took care of you when I found you half-dead on the fucking floor from OD’ing on coke. Yet none of that seemed to matter when she came along.’
‘Is that why you stopped hanging out?’
‘Wow, I’m amazed you even noticed.’ You chuckle, taking a large swig of your wine.
‘Lazo-.’
‘Don’t call me that.’ You growl, no longer appreciating the pet-name he’d gifted you as kids.
‘Look I’m an asshole. I get it... but let's just talk about this.’
‘What’s there to talk about?’ You let your tears fall now ‘You did me a favour really.’ He tilts his head at this ‘I’d been trying to pluck up the courage to tell you that I couldn't keep sleeping with you. You managed to do that for me.’
He took a few ginger steps towards you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he caged you against the kitchen counter. You could feel your heart start to race as you look up at him, already feeling yourself get lost in his brown eyes. You don’t know how it happened but the next thing you know his lips are on yours, clothes tossed haphazardly to the side as Frankie's lifts you onto the counter. You grab his hips and pull him close as he kisses and bites your neck, gasping as he enters you in one swift movement. His thrusts are hard and fast but perfectly angled. Within minutes you peak, screaming his name as he increases the pace. You lie down on the cold, stone, worktop as he rails you, arm slung over your face as he brings on your second orgasm, this one more intense than the last and you pull him right along with you. He collapses bonelessly on your heaving form, kissing your shoulder as you both fight to regain control of your breathing.
‘Fuck I missed this.’ He breathes, finally pulling out and dashing to the downstairs toilet to grab a towel.
When he returns you’re sobbing, your whole body shaking as you rock on the floor of your kitchen.
‘Shit what’s wrong?’
‘You need to go Frankie.’ You cry, our red-rimmed eyes glaring up at him ‘You just cheated and I was a part of that. You need to leave.’
‘Lazo...’
‘GO!.’
He pulls on his clothes and leaves, slamming the door behind him and making everything around it vibrate. You don’t leave your house for the rest of the weekend, spending almost every waking moment crying as you think about what you’d done.
You avoided the group for almost two months. There was no way you could have faced him. No way that you could look her in the eye after he’d fucked you on the counter of your kitchen whilst she was blissfully unaware. You couldn’t avoid it forever though and when Will’s birthday had come around you were stuck. The plan was to head to the usual haunt for some drinks and then maybe move on to a club. He would be there. She probably would be too. You knew you just had to avoid him and all would be well. Everything would be fine.
It was Thursday and you’d been throwing up all week, having to take time off work despite working remotely. You decided then that enough was enough and you paid a visit to your doctor, hoping they’d be able to give you something to kill off whatever this was. After asking the usual questions he took some blood to send off for tests, promising that the results would be with you by the end of the following day. You were curled up on your couch when the email came through with your results, your eyes growing wide when you see what was written beside the word ‘POSITIVE’.
‘There’s no way.’ You say to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief ‘Pregnant?’
Despite the new information at your disposal, you still went out for Will’s birthday and the conversation had taken an unexpected turn from the onset.
‘So how are things with you and Emily Fish?’ Asks Benny as he gives his friend a friendly nudge.
‘She’s pregnant.’ He states, scrubbing a hand over his face and your blood runs cold.
‘Congrats man. That’s great.’ Says Will as he gives him a pat on the shoulder.
‘We’re not sure we’re gonna keep it.’ He states, taking everyone by surprise ‘She doesn’t want kids and I’m not ready.’
You feel bile rising up through your throat and you excuse yourself, practically sprinting to the bathroom as you empty the contents of your stomach. His words echo in your mind ‘I’m not ready.’ You’d not really thought about what you were going to do but there was never any doubt in your mind. You are going to keep it.
‘Everything okay?’ Asks Benny, giving you a concerned look as you made your way back to the table.
‘Yeah... Just been feeling sick all week.’ You reply, taking a swig of your coke ‘I think I’m gonna head home but you guys have fun.’
They all said their goodbyes before you sprinted to the car, falling inside and sobbing loudly. What are you going to do? Do you tell him? You were two months along. You were going to start showing fairly soon. You needed to make a decision. Tell Frankie about the baby and hope he takes it okay. Or not tell him and have this baby alone and he would remain blissfully unaware that he was a father.
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Chapter 2
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For your D&D character meme, how 'bout odds for Talise, evens for Tamsyn, and the letter C? :D
Had a feeling this revenge was coming XD *cracks knuckles* Here we go!
1) What would they consider to be their biggest failure?
Talise: Oof. Maybe not being able to save her family, or at least her sister-in-law and nephew. Maybe her (former) deep reliance on alcohol once her memories started coming back. Trauma is a motherfucker
2) What’s the story behind their name?
Tamzen: When it comes to naming characters, I really just start thinking of names that stick out. It started with “Tiernan”–from Pirate Queen–and I must have watched an episode of The Tudors with Tamsin Merchant to remember that name, too. “Tamsin” kept sounding best with the character concept and then the spelling changed to “-zen” as a subtle joke since she’s a monk haha
3) What’s their relationship with their family?
Talise: When she was Hosanna, very close. They all loved learning (though maybe different things), the people in their city, and each other. She was closest to her brother, Yanis, despite their age difference. She felt adrift without a family unit, having a ship and crew helped, and finding Yanis has upset any equilibrium she was finding.
4) What’s one song that describes them or is them?
Tamzen: Not many peeps know this, but she was built to be the personification of the “Morgan: Amor Tristis (or Morgan - Amor Tristis on Spotify)” instrumental from the Ah! My Goddess movie. My all-time favorite instrumental and it suits her story.
5) Who is their best friend?
Talise: Expanding on the Yanis thing, he was her best friend growing up. So the years in which she thought he was dead and that she failed him were rough…but she was working towards a place of resignation…then they found him alive. It’s super weird now because yes, her brother used to be able to embarrass her; but now, it’s the first time she’s ever felt shame. Hosanna, while sharing a small flair for the dramatic, was a very different person than Talise was crafted to be. But in the party, Jax is the closest to a best friend, no contest.
6) Why are they their class?
Tamzen: She ran away from the city after her heartbreak and stumbled across a traveling group of mousefolk. Most of them were monks but since she stayed with the leader and his wife (the only ones with stuff able to house a larger humanoid), they were the ones who taught her as a way to find calm and take back a sense of control.
7) What do they think of their party members?
Talise: She feels distinct lines in the sand. At first, they seemed only about their sleeping habits (there was no other way the rooming arrangements could have shaken out and everyone live). But now, it feels very much like two separate factions working together. Separately: Q- she’s terrified of everything she does being in that book, and she has a hard time wrestling with his innocent naiveté when it reminds her of who she used to be. Briony- Not used to being around women in a strictly friendship sense, but is happy for her presence so Q has someone of a similar maturity. Braxton- He’s rarely there. Jax- They instinctually understand each other. It’s complicated but in a good way. Caspian- Like recognizes like but she feels they have different motivations behind collecting information…and it’s hard for her to move beyond a betrayal of trust.
8) In what ways are they similar to you?
Tamzen: Extremely calm under pressure, thinks she’s never good enough to be significant to anyone enough to not leave her, thoughtful gift-giver, gives herself for others until there’s nothing left, can have an accidentally sharp sense of humor, deep well of feeling and protectiveness for those she considers “hers”
9) In what ways are they different from you?
Talise: Unashamed in the way she moves through the world, unabashedly flirtatious and teasing, confident, how she copes with things (tends to be physical indulgences), seeing trust as black and white, unafraid of confrontation or large birds
10) What do they look for in a romantic partner, if they have a romantic orientation?
Tamzen: Someone who doesn’t see her as second best or not enough. Someone she doesn’t need to take care of but who can take care of her. Tamzen has a competency kink a mile wide; so if they’re even-keeled, stronger, a better fighter, and extremely skilled in what they do…they’re definitely her type. She’s a pretty quiet person, so they need to be comfortable with silence and understand things unsaid as she’s very action-oriented. You can tell a lot about how she feels about someone based on her actions, not her words. They also need to love her son.
11) If they had a patronus or animagus form, what would it be?
Talise: Ooooooooo….idk. Maybe a panther animagus? Something that slinks around with confidence but can be very soft. Patronus would be a cat like Talis or a hippogriff like Fantôme…or a peafowl.
12) What do they smell like?
Tamzen: Orange blossoms and vanilla, with hints of herbs that can be used medicinally (eg: lavender, tea tree, etc)
13) What is their secret skill?
Talise: Sketching/drawing. She’s intensely private about it; but has charcoal, pencils, and a sketchbook in her pack that’s rather like a diary.
14) What is their relationship to spirituality?
Tamzen: Complicated haha. She’s a “tsuki kitsune” and I tweaked that to mean she’s a fox blessed by the goddess of love with the potential of becoming “human.” Her “parents” are the guardians of a special, unknown spot in a forest the goddess has declared sacred; there to take care of the clearing and of any creature blessed by it…and Tamzen was a fox spawned there. Anyways, so even as a fox, she was engrained with this strong belief in the goddess and had an awareness of her presence; but then something devastating happened with the person Tamzen thought she was fated to be with–who had been the cause of her transformation. Ever since, Tamzen has had a tumultuous time with the idea of love…much less having firm faith in her goddess, because she feels betrayed. She’s slowly trying to repair her side of the relationship through making sure her friends find love; but she still thinks she’s been abandoned by someone she had absolute faith in, so she’s weary.
15) If they were to be remembered for something, what would they want to be remembered for?
Talise: NOT like what they were shouting at Hosanna. She’d like to be remembered, in general, rather than lost to lines in a book. She wants people to speak of her and the small amount of goodness she’s put into the world.
16) Why did they become an adventurer?
Tamzen: Happenstance led to her becoming a monk…and she needed additional discipline to try to silence the rage and nastiness brewing inside of her, so she joined the army. The adventuring grew from that.
17) What’s one thing about their backstory that came to you after you already started playing the campaign?
Talise: THIS HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. One notable thing–I hadn’t even thought about her being an alcoholic (sober now) until making her playlist. For some reason, “Chandelier” kept coming up and it had to have been a sign because it’s deepened her in ways I wasn’t expecting. Also her tattoos.
18) Do you have any headcanons for them that haven’t come up in game? Or headcanons for other party members?
Tamzen: Totes! She plays the lute only for Tal or when she needs to really think through something–frequently those moments are one in the same when he’s playing outside. Her internal crisis over always being second best and slowly being resigned to it. Party members: Mama: they sometimes read together (even though Tamzen doesn’t like to read), trade skills (Mama helps her build strength and she helps Mama with flexibility), and that Mama has to spend extra time in front of a mirror before going to a fancy event to take in the fact that this is her life now and she gets to wear these pretty things and be feminine. Kerrick: that he’ll sometime have ink in his hair from running his fingers through it while copying down spells. TBD: thinks it’s hilarious how he still hasn’t had to explain his name and has a running bet with himself over it. Finn: she catches Tal speaking squeakspeak to Finn while playing and Finn just going with it and trying to learn the game through context instead.
19) Any ships with your character? If a PC or NPC, what interaction launched it?
Talise: YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE, SHIPPY MCSHIPPERSON xD. She’s the first character in a LONG time I legit ship with another PC. Whether it becomes romantic or remains platonic (it’s not just up to me or Talise), Jax is the most significant person in her life–excluding her brother. They just got each other from day one and they seem to be the only ones able to easily talk to the other, even when the subject is difficult. The canon you created about her feeling safe with Jax is 100% true; ever since Before, she has a hard time sleeping around other people but she trusts him enough to even share a bed…and he’s the only one with whom she would never be anything but truthful. At their core, they are people reinventing themselves after tragedy but don’t know if they’re doing it right. But Jax makes Talise feel it’s alright to be who she authentically is rather than acting the part she’s written for herself; and to find joy again in the things from her past. The ship’s legit launch was after their serious conversation about “equivalent exchange” in relationships (about Caspian) and has since been buoyed by all their side chats + interactions. “…are you just going to stare at me?” “Until you’re ready.”
20) What would your character consider their biggest success? Or what is your favorite success your character has had so far?
Tamzen: Tal and facing Silas again. She’s really surprised me in how she’s been able to grow to where she is now…so that’s an awesome success because it feels like there’s still more growing for her to do emotionally. But the ultimate success EVER was the gift of the hearthstone to Mama. It was canon lore created on the fly and it was so meaningful and has become a cornerstone of Tamzen’s character.
Letter C:
Smartest- Talise and Syl are the most booksmart; Calla is the wisest about people (followed by Talise and Tamzen); Vi is the smartest about how to use people for her advantage; Mireth is the most diplomatically savvy.Most Attractive- Tamzen is that annoying woman who looks beautiful even without makeup (#blessed) but isn’t necessarily sexy like Talise is. From there it’s Mireth (that half elf/half fae glowup), Calla (aasimar moon baby), Lady Vi (moon elf tall, slim model build), Evi (Italian witchy woman), and then Syl (striking but not always considered beautiful).Hogwarts- Ravenclaws are Talise and Syl. Slytherins are Lady Vi and Evi. Hufflepuffs are Calla and Mireth. Gryffindor is Tamzen.
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This goes out to all Christians/LGBTQIA+, those who are both or questioning their faith and/or sexual identity --->
Christians: please do NOT demonize LGBTQIA+ and you might find out there are more of them AMONGST YOU. Bible-true and law-conforming ones at that. Ones that really struggle and ones who claim their victory. A prominent example: Coming Out Ministries (srsly, just listen to those guys, especially Michael Carducci)
https://comingoutministries.org
Don’t be cruel, even inadvertently. Learn correct wording and emotional intelligence!
Love does NOT mean giving up biblical principles! (But more to that later.)
LGBTQIA+: Christians do NOT hate you! Those who yell “God hates f*gs” are not proper Christians. Having same-sex attraction is not a sin, questioning your gender is not a sin!
Yes, Christians might say things that sound offensive (sadly, they often do not know how to phrase correctly!), but hear me out:
God (via the Bible) has forbidden humans to dress up as the opposit sex or have intercourse with persons of their same sex - this is about behaviour, not sexual or gender identity! - because it is something He dislikes. (Leviticus 20:13, Deuteronomy 22:5) That is, believers, because unbelievers do not obey Him anyway.
In our worldview, biological sex and gender belong together... Because that’s how we were first made. (Genesis 5:2) The Bible does not differentiate. But the world has been corrupted in many ways and the things happening to our minds and bodies are still VALID, they just aren’t part of the original design.
But why do Christians even care what God likes or dislikes?
Because this, too, is a relationship. This is love on a completely different level and it is real!
Speaking as both a Bible-true Christian and a part of the LGBTQIA+ community (biromantic, everything else too difficult to pinpoint briefly):
You can come out and say you are gay, lesbian, trans. Asexuals are fighting for recognition (cheers to @steblynkaagain for educating me!) There are different romantic orientations, too... People can be part of a poly triad (or more) and it becomes gradually acceptable. And within this relationships, various preferences, kinks and fetishes can be experienced without people necessarily being shamed for it (BDSM? Furries? Anything really?)
All I (and many Christians) say is WE LOVE GOD. We are in a CONSENSUAL relationship with Him and thus CHOOSE to conform to His law (take into account that this is our omniscient Creator who knows what is best for us!) “But isn´t this toxic and abusive?” A partner pressuring an asexual to have sex is abusive. An asexual choosing to have sex because he isn’t repulsed by the idea and values his partner enough? Not abusive, nope.
"In that day," declares the LORD, "you will call me 'my husband'; you will no longer call me 'my master.' - Hosea 2:6
When a Christian says “homosexuality is sin”, what people often understand is “I hate you, burn in hell”. What they really meant though is “It is not lawful for me to perform homosexual behaviour, because I am (first and foremost) in a relationship with a God who wouldn’t like it! And I value this relationship over all other possible partners.” It goes far enough that a Christian might cancel an otherwise lawful relationship when it interferes with his faith (e.g. partnership with God).
The same goes for questioning/denying one’s gender, as it happened with me, because of the common understanding of performing femininity... And then willingly embracing the truest, original design of womanhood. It is not about make-up or skirts (although they make me feel more conventionally feminine, almost like I am crossdressing back?? To my God-intended gender??) but about the little quirks and abilities I can try to make the best of. I am not forced to do this; I found the perfect blueprint for my life from this very point on and the Source of unending strength to fulfill it.
And watching immodest action everywhere on TV and on the streets at times? Complaining about people around showing too much skin? Well if for a person with trauma, seeing explicite sex in a movie can cause great discomfort and even flashbacks, it should clearly be respected. If a person is uncomfortable because they have the principles of God engrained in their mind by years of relationship? Nope, I was forced to watch stuff like American Pie (as a teen, in class, no option to leave) when I was nowhere near ready and the exposure is getting worse as years pass. (Thankful for every accurately tagged post, guys!) Respect asexuality, but also respect the modest and/or celibate by choice, I beg you! Being modest can be consensual.
LGBTQIA+ includes every kind of love, and loving God is not a reason for exclusion. ”You need to be liberated!” (read: fixed) No one does. Or: “You are Christian, so you hate gays!” Oh, dear, no.
The Christian, if emotionally mature, should and will not undertake the attempt to change your opinion right away.
He non-conform, he use the right addressing form, but most importantly, he inform. That’s literally our life goal (Matthew 28:19)
The only thing I personally do experience towards openly LGBTQIA+ people is the same as towards any person I meet: love, acceptance and a hope they will one day:
learn to know the awesome person that God is
and join our giant platonic polycule family that is church
...but a gal can hope, right?
“The Lord your God in your midst,
The Mighty One, will save;
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing. “ - Zephaniah 3:17
In that vein of thought, Happy Pride Month.
#pride month#christianity#positivity#acceptance#educational#rant#asexuality#biromantic#long text post#meta#god#bible#bibleverse#lgbtqiia+#lgbtqa+#lgbt
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Extra energy
Mario Lopez's career has actually certainly been varied-- holding TV as well as radio programs, starring on Broadway or even writing a New York Times hot seller-- however one point that has actually stayed continuous given that youth is his energetic way of life. Today he is arguably as fit, if not even more fit, as when he landed his renowned part as A.C. Slater on the struck TV show Saved by the Bell in his teens.
" I assume every person must make their wellness their number one priority in life, because without that you really have nothing, and also nothing else matters," spokens Lopez.
An energised way of life came naturally to this gracious celebrity. He was born into a working class family members in San Diego-- his mom benefited the phone company, and also his papa for the city. In an attempt to maintain her dynamic child off the streets as well as far from an unscrupulous group, his mom maintained him occupied.
" There was lots of potential for an active kid like myself to enter a bad instructions, so her approaches were to keep me busy and from problem, and also it worked," he remembers. "I was doing every little thing from karate to theater."
Break a sweat every day
That need to remain busy has actually lasted via the years. Regardless of how demanding his timetable could be, Lopez's fitness is never ever sacrificed.
" I do not seem like I have actually truly awakened until I damage a sweat," spokens Lopez. "It's ended up being such a component of my life that I merely do it due to the fact that if I really did not, I 'd practically feel incorrect. I like to exercise more for sanity compared to I do for vanity. It's a stress reducer, it's extremely therapeutic for me."
This commitment to exercise is something that he's devoted to sharing with the next generation. He presently acts as a Fitness Ambassador for the Boys & Girls Clubs of America, a company he attributes for much of his very own successes in life.
" I spent all my time at the Boys Club. I had fantastic coaches, and also it's an excellent chance for various other youngsters like myself to remain out of difficulty," claims Lopez. "I enjoy to stay involved. I compose programs for them and also assist them increase cash to construct even more clubs. I like the association."
His interest for healthy and balanced young people is additionally exhibited in his very own residence. Lopez and also his wife are moms and dads to a 5-year-old child as well as a 2-year-old kid. Though young, both children are extremely entailed in extracurricular activities.
" We're constantly moving as well as being really bodily. I believe when it's engrained at a young age and also you make it fun, it's easy to be constant with it," Lopez says. He is quick to encourage family members to welcome workout in their very own, one-of-a-kind ways. Breaking a sweat is not limited to presenting hours in a gym as well as does not have to be straining. "We'll go out treking or swimming, and we have dance parties."
Three rules of eating
Eating healthy and balanced plays a large duty in Lopez's life, yet he doesn't count on losing hope taste for physical fitness. "I'm a huge foodie, and I enjoy to eat. I matured in a society where food is famous and showcased. We celebrate with food, and we grieve with food," shares Lopez. "As I aged, I really did not wish to substitute preference for all the good food that I was eating, so I thought of a couple of much healthier, different variations."
Lopez is the writer of a number of popular publications on dietary health. His cookbook Extra Lean was featured on the New York Times’ best-seller list.
" I don't count on diet regimens, I do not think that they function," he claims. "I think people work, and also it's an issue of way of life. I don't deprive myself of any type of food, as well as I don't believe people should. I live by three basic policies:
Try to have a healthy equilibrium of fat, protein and carbs in every meal.
Eat frequently throughout the day, aim to avoid the large 3 healthy meals and merely form of forage all day.
Practice part control as well as eat in reasonable sizes."
Although Lopez manages a busy routine, dinnertime with his family members is never compromised.
" I have a policy that there's no cellular phones, no TELEVISION, we could have a little songs playing in the background, but besides that, we talk and also we rest as a family members and also take pleasure in time together. Regardless of just how hectic I am, and also I have a great deal going on, I anticipate our dinner," he says.
Mealtime in the Lopez house is an engaging event, meant to involve the youngsters and also spur their passion in healthy and balanced eating.
" Ask youngsters if they want points a particular way. Do they intend to grill today or broil? The more you obtain them included in the procedure of cooking, the a lot more apt they are to attempt stuff," Lopez explains.
Part of exactly what makes Lopez's nutrition practices relatable to the daily family is the truth that he doesn't take himself also seriously. He says he doesn't count calories, and also while he concentrates on healthy nourishment Monday through Friday, he leaves the weekends to enjoy the periodic splurge-- admitting his vices include pizza, packed tacos and also sweet snacks.
Energetic future
Ask this idol what the future appear like and also he'll inform you he has no plans to reduce. Lopez spokens he's confident he will find methods to stay active by changing to what benefit his body via life's various phases.
" I do not take healthy living for granted, and also I want to continue living this way," he claims. "As I age I will probably adapt to less exhausting activities, yet I think exercise makes you feel young."
He believes everybody must workout, unrestricted by age. It's an issue of finding your specific motivations. For his own moms and dads, he states obtaining a dog has influenced them to take long strolls and be even more active.
" I'm incredibly thankful to be in the position I am now," Lopez claims. "My whole mantra is merely to strive and stay focused and do the right thing."
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Enjoy this dish from Mario Lopez's cookbook, Extra Lean.
Spinach and sunlight dried out tomato burger
Makes: 4 servings
Ingredients
1 tsp. olive oil
¼ cup finely chopped onion
2 Tablespoon. chopped sun dried out tomatoes, crammed in oil (drained)
1 mug baby spinach, roughly chopped
1 tsp. kosher salt
½ tsp. black pepper
1 lb. ground turkey breast
Directions
Heat oil in a skillet over medium warmth. Add onion and sauté for 2 to 3 minutes.
Add sunlight dried out tomatoes, spinach, salt as well as pepper, and chef for an extra 1 to 2 mins until spinach is simply shrivelled. Allot to cool.
Once spinach blend is cooled down, integrate it with turkey and mix with tidy hands up until incorporated-- develop into 4 burgers.
Preheat a grill, grill pan or skillet and cook hamburgers for 6 to 7 mins per side until prepared through.
Suggest offering with 1 oz. low-fat cheddar cheese as well as 1 cup of broccoli with lemon juice to complete the dinner.
Per serving: Calories 248, Healthy protein 41g, Fat 4.5 g, Salt 655mg, Saturated Fat 1.5 g, Fiber 5g, Carbs 10g
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THE ENEMY WITHIN (HUBRIS)
-NOTICE-
Greetings!
Usually I come to you (my constituency) w/good news. Usually
I try my best to be positive w/o lying to anyone. I send you legal
"suggestions" and give you energy to fight for your freedom. You
guys, prisoners, who are actually doing these Constitutionally infirmed,
immoral, race-based and unjust sentences. For the following reasons below
I come to you w/ a different spectrum of energy. Please remember my
fight for justice is not anchored in criminal justice. It is anchored and
premised in Spiritual justice. I just believe, w/complete resolve, that
MAN's LAW has been and continues to be used against minorities to stunt
and rob them of growth and experiencing the promise of the American
Dream. I think it is egregious and detestable. I believe several
organizations who say they fight, for "THE CAUSE OF JUSTICE", either
do not know what that means or are complacent and therefore complicit.
So I write.
(Greatest Foe)
The greatest foe we will face is our so-called friends. Our so-called
champions. Those who fight for us. Do they fight? Of course! However,
do they fight w/RESOLVE; no! These are our greatest foe. The enablers
of the correction of a GRAVE INJUSTICE. Do I need to name a few?
Who is the first to come to mind when I speak w/minorities? NAACP.
Why? B/c minority prisoners look around and see NO ONE from the
advancement of colored people fighting for them. Sure we see them
once an unthought-of of or precedential act of human deprivation occurs.
However, the day-to-day work of fighting injustice is non-existent and
succinct at best.
Where do we need them to fight? Fighting against the existing law
and the existing legal and law enforcement tactics is a start. Because
this is not done prisoners lose faith and lose trust in organizations who say
they help. How I see it is that any ORGANIZATION that DOES NOT ENGAGE
on a day to day basis is incredulous and only concerned about specific
swaths of minorities.
I was warned by a great man who championed a civil rights movement.
I will not say his name it will taek from my point. But he was at the White
House speaking to President Johnson and he marched in Alabama and Mississippi.
He was a leader & critical to the civil Rights movement in general. He told me my
greatest foe will be those who pretend to help. He also told me to never begin a
movement b/c all movements have a life span. What I find the most appalling in all
this is the Hubris of those who "fight for us". It is STINGING. They believe they
are doing the best job possible and that we are ungrateful for their efforts.
THEIR HUBRIS has grown sickening. The ACLU once told me they didn't
have enough money to fight for Fair Sentencing practices even though,
federal judges, the U.S. Sentencing Commission and ex-prosecutors
agreed w/my assertion that LIFE for non-violent drug crimes was
disproportionate, per the 8th Amendment. The U.S. District Court's
Opinion in Bannister was my Premise. However, they refused to help.
Implying they do enough more cost-effective work on other judicial fronts.
This is the hubris that I speak of.
(Questions)
So I have questions that directly surround the Sentencing Reform bills
that pro athletes back, that the majority of minorities "effected" want.
The questions have been asked to me by prisoners so I am asking them to
you.
1. How is it possible no one anticipated Jeff Sessions efforts and the White Houses
efforts to derail Sentencing Reform?
2. Why were NO strategies developed to combat any obstruction to this bill BEFORE
it passed thru the Senate judiciary? Its been over a year since this new self proclaimed
Law & Order administration came into power. It is beyond logic that Organizations
who claim to combat Harsh sentencing had NO strategy in place to take on nay-sayers.
Wouldn't this be at best a dereliction of duty?
3. Who are the democrats who are saying this bill won't pass? We need to know, we
want to vote them out. We want names. And further if you were us would you trust yourself
to deliver on "ACTUAL" Reform? And why?
4. Why don't Organizations work together? It seems you all are looking for
recognition by those who obstruct your very agenda. You want awards for making
absolutely no difference in Effect. Why?
5. Why do you work to pass laws that don't work? Everyone knows that in the past Crime,
Sentencing or PRISON reform bills will merely sound great and have NO EFFECT. The bill
which does this the best and has the least effect is always passed. Why, haven't you
recognized the same?
(Guidance)
What all prisoners wonder, especially the minorities who have been incarcerated over
15 years, if organizations get that these bills are only correcting decades of injustice. That
the laws they look to correct have decimated minority communities and sown distrust in
minorities for these institutions. That NO ONE is doing us any favors? Furthermore, that
these laws are so egregious and garner so much distrust that even when minorities
"MAKE IT BIG" they speak out against them and the people who enforce them. Not
because of the people but because of the techniques and tactics and zeal that is used
when enforcing these laws on minorities. This is so engrained in them that they feel
obligated to speak out against it. To kneel, to tweet to NOT SHUT UP AND JUST DRIBBLE.
Why haven't you contacted these entertainers (sports, movie music).
So this is what is going to happen. GUIDANCE. I will form an effort to guide all
the Organizations and people who say they fight for us. Fair? I believe so. What I
will do is spend my every waking hour razing these Organizations who say they fight for
prisoners and against injustice. It is clear you are not getting the picture. So understand these
5 basic things.
1. We no longer need you to "help" it is ineffective and wanton and you are not
helping us, what you are doing is helping those who have made careers out of obstructing
A CORRECTION OF EVIL (which is many of the laws). Why do I use the term evil?
Because I believe anything done outside of God's will is evil. So when you meet your
small adversities. And have NOT prepared for the eventuality that CONGRESS who has
not done anything for decades will again try to derail and foil the correction of racism
(Which is these laws the Sentencing form looks to correct) then we see you or your
organization as part of the problem. MLK Jr. spoke of people like you in his ' Letter
from a Birmingham Prison'.
2. We will advocate for your resignation and/or replacement. Whether you be
a politician or an organization.
3. We will work within other Organizations and movements to derail any effort you
make act winning favor with those who have done NOTHING for 30 years to correct
these racist Sentences.
4. We will cease any interaction with you. Thru any and all digital formats.
5. When one of us is release we will let everyone know what you ARE NOT DOING
and why they should not believe in you. And how you have failed the people as a whole!
How you have exploited them and what we intend to do about. B/C we have friends
aswell. We know entertainers aswell. We do not need to know politicans. The
politicians will soon know who we are. This is a new era. A new existence and it
will prevail.
(Cause & Effect)
Let me explain how this works. My spiritual belief is premised in this Universal Law.
So how I see it is that organizations work on "EFFECTS". You are the people of effects.
Meaning something has to cause you to WANT or TRY to do something. You give it
persistent but minmal effort and when you are met w/enough adversity you give up
and tell us you will win at the next fight. And you don't. the Slaevs went thru the
same thing.
The problem is organizations do not fight for CAUSES anymore. An effect can become
someones cause. I am not saying that, what I am saying is that the CAUSE for
PRISON REFORM is due to the DECADES OF SENTENCING minority defendants
disporportionally. Which has effected our communities and infringes upon our own civil
rights to fairness equality and justice. OUR rights our over-looked. We are told as the
SCLC told MLK Jr.WAIT! Next YEar! Stop expecting now. Be patient. People have waited
years for resolution. We do not want to make enemies. However, 30 years have passed
since the SRA. And we still wait. HOW MUCH LONGER? How much longer would you wait?
Alot of you use the fact that Obama's administration couldn't get this Bull passed.
But all minortities do not see Obama in the same light. The fact he was black means
nothing to us. He did exactly what everyone else has done for decades. USE us
and our families for votes and do nothing for us. He is no different. The fact that this
is pointed out verifies that you know that these laws are racist. B/c what is
implied is that if it didn't happen under a black president it is not going to happen
now. Which is the precise reason why these laws are BIGGER than just
Sentencing Reform. Also it is the precise reason why we see you as ineffective. You
do not understand the gravity or importance of any of this.
See for the minority communities these laws STAND FOR THE
SIGNALING THAT Congress knows that what was done in the past destroyed a community
and the laws that were passed were race-based. Both violate the constitution. However,
THEY have the power alone, when they want to weild it, to end it. SO since they feel
like that and Organizations feel like they will due "what is usually proscribed";
we will ACT and not talk.
You will test our will and we will test your resolve. Fair? we will both see what side
Histroy chooses. But no more will you send us e-mails about things you have no intention
on changing. Things you do not recognize as more than JUST A LAW. This has effected
a NATION of minority children. Just because other minorites do not care does not
mean it is right. This is your NOTICE.
Sincerely,
Eric Van Buren
#11044-068
@THETAWLFOUNDAT
The TAWL Foundation/fb
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Signed, An Engineer- Lesson 1
Writing this blog is not simple. Being a female engineer is not simple, especially if it is not a world you are specifically born into. The negative connotations associated with the term “feminist” are ones I wish to avoid at all costs while telling of my experiences (after all, the most “feminist” I get is refusing to wear a tight bra everyday of my life- especially as I have very little to push up or hold in place).
So if I appear to be stepping on toes, or you find yourself getting defensive while reading this, please do us all a favor, especially me, and… post your opinions on a social media site with a link to my blog so more people can read it! ;)
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I want to share a few lessons I had to learn the hard way when working and proving yourself competent as, not only an engineer, but a woman in a man’s world.
I’m a child of the South, born and raised. I’ve shot a gun, drank beer, went four-wheel riding and horseback riding, have picked blueberries and strawberries from the side of the road, and yes, ladies and gentlemen, have even eaten alligator.
This being said, I also have a college degree which I started my junior year of high school, am half Japanese, believe in stricter gun laws, have performed for Paula Abdul and placed in top 3 of my county’s Distinguished Young Woman Competition, and have traveled throughout a majority of the US and Europe.
Always a tomboy and “daddy’s little girl,” I preferred to cartwheel in my prom dresses and work on cars over gossiping in the kitchen with my aunts and shopping with my sister. All my best friends were guys despite my years of being surrounded by girls while involved in dancing, soccer, and musicals (Yes, I realize now this meant most wanted to screw me rather than hangout and teach me how to program a TV or put together a wooden bench BUT there was a small handful that were genuinely friends). In the end, this lifestyle of constant curiosity, movement, and love for challenges, led me to my passion in mechanical engineering.
My first taste of engineering and working in a man’s world began my high school sophomore year when I became the crasher of the all-boys construction team of our Robotics club. Immediately, I unknowingly got two labels 1) the attractive, new girl that everyone wanted to get with or 2) the cute little sister everyone wanted to baby. I wasn’t taken seriously by any means, even more so when I started dating the Leader of the construction team. (A mistake I had to make multiple times before realizing that dating within your field will only immediately place you into the “only here because she slept with someone” category, even if you NEVER actually slept with them.)
I had to quickly learn that, unless I proved myself tenfold, my quirky little 5′ self would be the girl who is only here thanks to the Workplace Gender Equality Act which leads us to our first lesson…
LESSON 1) A majority of men will see you in 3 ways and act accordingly if you are a single, semi-attractive female: the potential affair and home wrecker (they will avoid you like the plague and do their best to ignore your presence when contact is unavoidable), the cute daughter they either have or never had (they will treat you like a child, but don’t take it too seriously- this is one of the better options), or the office slut (they will make inappropriate comments about your body and find any excuse to touch you).
DISCLAIMER! This is NOT to say that all are like this, just like the next person, there are good and bad. However, when you get a lot of testosterone together for long periods of time, the bad can be a bit more pronounced just as three women can never be best friends because two will always talk about the absent one.
So how does one combat these views? As my sweet southern mother would say, “KISS- Keep it Simple Stupid.”
And the simplest way to approach it is ironically NOT to approach it. You let your work speak for itself and keep your dignity by separating personal life from work life. Be well aware that any form of physical contact or spending too much time with a male coworker can be misinterpreted. And try not to take personal offense to not being invited to the all-male outings to the bar or family gatherings where the stay-at-home wife will question why her husband spends ten to twelve hours at work each day and decide to blame you rather than the fact that maybe he just really wants that promotion (yep, something along these lines has happened to me before too- granted, in her defense, it was me asking her 50ish year old husband to teach me how to ride a motorcycle so now that I am older I can see her skepticism behind it- nonetheless, it has been 4 years since then and I am STILL trying to get someone to teach me how to ride a motorcycle so I don’t have to pay for a $500 class- any offers are welcome!).
After all, just like you judged which person to sit next to on the subway this morning or avoided that open space on the park bench because of the tired, dingy-looking teenager sleeping just across the way or even when you avoided that dark alley way, we all come with prejudices and fears engrained into us; most of us even come with the selfish delusion that the world cares enough to be “against” us.
The most important ideas you must take away from this lesson is that those prejudices lead to crucial moments, and those crucial moments we always remember, those times when we think everyone who is anyone in our lives has rejected us, or when we realize that no one is listening, THOSE moments are stepping stones; those moments are leading you to wisdom; and those moments are essential to a worth-while life of understanding and empathy.
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