Rugrats was deep.
this year in Vancouver they painted rainbow crosswalks for PRIDE, turns out the city loved them so much they are keeping them permanently!
I found out about this and thought it was so cool I had to upload a picture
photo creds: x
correct me if im wrong but is that a straight couple walking on it?? like… u could have gotten an LGBTQ+ couple for the photo………. if im wrong correct me like i said but
Tumblr: Questioning if Straight Couples are allowed to walk on rainbow sidewalks since 2014.
Also, seriously? How do you know they’re both straight or even a couple?
For being against prejudgmental societies, tumblr sure is one.
Do not hate homosexuals, bisexuals, asexuals, ect
But do not hate heterosexuals.
Do not hate trans*gender, agender, non-binary people
But do not hate cissexuals.
Do not hate people of color
But do not hate white people.
Do not hate women
But do not hate men.
Do not hate Christians
But do not hate atheists.
Hatred only breeds more hatred. Is it that hard to understand?
This needs more attention than it’s gotten.
I have met boys who slipped their hands into my pants
while they were driving a car.
One hand on the steering wheel,
the other creeping up my thigh-
because touching me wasn’t something that required
their full attention.
I have met boys who blushed a deep red
when they caught a brief glimpse of my cotton underwear
as I uncrossed my legs.
Then there was the boy who
politely studied the painting on the bathroom wall
while I peed at a party
and had no qualms about
unbuttoning my jeans a few hours later,
while we rode in the backseat of my friend’s car.
I have tried to forget leaning against a tiny sink
and seeing a boy who I thought of as simply a close friend
look at my pants like they were the claw arcade game
and whatever was down there was something
he needed to take home, no matter how many tries it took.
I have looked at boy’s fingers as they
plucked the strings of a guitar or pressed the keys of a piano
and imagined what they’d feel like running down my spine.
I have looked at boy’s fingers
and wished that their sticky little rolls
never once left a salty stain on my inner thighs.
I am thinking of being touched
as a course I once taught-
“Give me your hand.
This is my hip, please linger here.
This is my chin, please cup it and pull me closer.”
I am thinking that perhaps I should retire
and wait until the pupils learn to educate themselves,
and yet I crave you tracing the shape of my ears
the same way you finger the fragile stem of a flower-
like touch is a lesson that you can never get sick of learning.
I feel remorseful. I feel like I should have given him a chance. I’m at tge end of the road and I don’t know what to do next when it’s over. I can’t justify why I want to break up but I can’t justify why I stay anymore.
I’m terrible at this. I have no income, no car and no time…
Do I want an I told you so from him? Do I still hate him? If I do, how do I justify my hatred? Am I indifferent?
Or am I just depressed?
My philosophy of life. (Freedom belongs to all regardless of gender etc.)
I view life without gender boundaries. Not as a mere ideological concept, but as a daily life thing.
Allow me to explain what I mean, and hopefully, it might be inspirational.
I don’t post this for attention, which is why I didn’t bother to post it from my account. This is genuinely just me putting my philosophy of life out there, just to share it. It might inspire you, or it might not be your thing. Either way, it’s your choice. Respect mine and I respect yours.
Whenever people say they can’t do something or go somewhere because they’re on their own, I’m slightly puzzled.
Not critical or disapproving, after all, to each their choices, but I am puzzled. At least when they say they want to go to the place, but can’t.
Only recently did I truly come across that concept, possibly because throughout my life it never even occurred to me to question the idea of going to places if you felt like it.
I’ve gone anywhere alone, to events, conventions, local trips and international trips, be them business or vacationing etc. etc…
It never occurred to me that one is supposed to be afraid.That one would go around with a second person to protect themselves. Oh, I’ve often escorted friends (I generally walk my female friends without combat training to their destination, but I also offer the same to male friends whom I know have no fighting experience, just in case they feel the need for a bodyguard), it just never occurred to me to want an escort for myself. And those I know function on the assumption that nothing short of a buffalo stampede would harm me, so I don’t think it would even be offered…
Maybe because I come from a savage world and am a savage myself. Even my parents, never even cautioned me about going to places alone.
One time a guy did threaten to stab me. He wanted to mug me, and told me he would stab me if I didn’t hand over all my things. Instead of handing over anything, I made him regret his poor choice of potential prey.
Same with other similar fools who attempted to mug or stalk me. I don’t even know what intentions they had in their following me around, if it was just to mug me or more, but the moment we were alone in a deserted area, I dropped the mask of civilization and next thing you know, they were running away, as they should. (Well… there was the fact I was armed, too. lol They didn’t run from me only, they ran the moment I pulled out a blade. Had they persisted, I would have defended myself and whoever was with me.)
it never even occurred to me that one should go into the world with the expectation that they would be victimized (and that they had no choice about it), like so many people seem to.
Or with the expectation that the world should be “made safe for them”, an utterly puzzling concept we often encounter nowadays. It’s the first world and the modern times, I guess. I find it hard to understand how anyone could possibly talk of such a concept and keep a straight face. Or even simply talk of it and not realize how utterly impossible and foolish it is.
Anyway, this is just my two cents, but I always believed mankind is no different from other animals. If you are weak (in body or mind), you are prey. The strong survive, so make sure you are one of them.
NO ONE owes any of us anything, the world is not going to be made safe for any of us, because humans are not safe beings. And neither are any of the other animal species. We’re all the same, all animals. Humans only like lying to themselves with lofty ideals and nonsense about being different and superior to the beasts when in truth we’re just a slightly more vicious animal.
Being alive is a constant risk. It only ends when you die. It’s up to YOU, not the world, to make yourself safe. (Or up to those who love you, if you choose to take that choice and that responsibility away from your own hands and place them in the hands of another person, but that seems cruel to yourself and to them, at least imho.)
I believe it must be both unfair and nerve-wrecking to live life like so many people do, to go about completely helpless and just live with the paltry hope that either someone else will protect you, or that the potential predators will spare you. I could never live that way. I can’t understand how anyone can live like that and not die of anxiety before anyone even attacks them.
I believe that first and foremost YOU owe it to yourself to make yourself able to take on life. You must do martial arts or whatever it is that you want to do to develop the skills necessary to protect yourself. No one owes you protection. It is up to you to protect yourself, and those you love. And this applies to every layer of life, whether it is clubbing alone or home defense.
From my most tender age, I was taught that you are either strong or prey. Not only when it comes to violence, but when it comes to life in general, be it literally or metaphorically, in a fight in the street or in a negotiation in your career, etc., people take advantage of those who are weak.
No one should ever do themselves the disservice of making themselves weak and prey; we owe it to ourselves, regardless of what gender or whatever we are, to make ourselves strong enough to take on the world without fear.
I was made to hone my body and mind to the finest I could since the earliest age, and to be both skilled at fighting and at things requiring the mind. When I got to the age where I could make that choice for myself, I pushed that further into martial arts, at a competition level.
So my whole life, I always lived with the idea that the world is free for me to go where I please, and if any person (alone or in groups or anything) attempts to harm me, they will suffer bloody retaliation.
My lifestyle is a martial one. I do not fear the world out there, I embrace it like an adventure. I never seek out violence, but if it finds me, it regrets its choice.
If no one is going with me to a place, it’s not going to stop me going.
I go to pubs and clubs alone. I drink (at times heavily, but always making sure that I limit it to whatever combination of drink + food & water makes that I remain in control of myself enough to defend myself if the need should arise). I go clubbing/dancing etc., alone or not. Not even then did I ever have any issues. (I am ever careful to not set my drink down anywhere out of my sight though. Obviously, one owes oneself to not make the wrong decision when you’re the only one watching out for yourself. Courage and strength never equal stupidity.)
And I don’t even go to places by car, most of the time I use public transportation. I travel the subway alone by night in areas that are deemed “nasty” (gang infested areas).
I walk large distances, also, while looking for bus transfers or if I screw up and the last bus is gone for the night, leaving me walking. I’ve fairly often slept (lightly and while securing my possessions to my body) in public places while waiting for the next day bus if a distance was too long to walk.
Getting stranded in random places is not something I worry about, it means discovering a new place, even by night.
And believe me, I’m far from unattractive. I’ve been asked for modeling and receive my fair share of catcalls when I go outside, so it’s not a matter of being safe due to being unappealing. (Catcalls don’t bother me. When I was younger even this was enough to infuriate me, but over time I’ve come to find that verbal displays of attraction and other such mating calls are crass but hardly offensive. As long as they do not involve any insulting wording. If they do, I respond in kind with whatever derogatory language is needed to humiliate the caller. If it escalates into physical violence, they are the ones who made that mistake. Usually it never does go that far.)
Did I ever run into creepy situations and people? SO OFTEN. But never did I allow them to victimize me. I defuse such situations with friendly talking and diplomacy skills when it is warranted and possible (if it’s verbal only and there’s no indication that things are inevitably going to get physical), and with brutal and ruthless violence when fools make the colossal miscalculation of mistaking me for prey.
My philosophy of life is:
NEVER let your gender or ANYTHING hinder your freedom.
There is no point in living if you are not free. Make yourself strong enough to fight the dangers, in both body and mind, and then live life to its fullest. Make yourself skilled at self-defense enough that you can do whatever you please and go wherever you please at any time of day or night.
And besides, if you live your life in fear and avoiding everything because you are scared, what’s even the point? You will find you have not lived. You will be old and full of regrets.
Following that axiom a little too strongly, I used to live far more recklessly when I was younger and had not much to live for; I’m much more careful now that I care so much more about being alive, but I’m not about to cease living my life for the sake of safety. (When I say careful, I don’t mean fearful, I merely mean making careful strategic decisions. Courage is never synonym with reckless abandon or foolishness. One must be brave but smart about it.)
TL;DR: The world will not make itself safe for you. You owe it to yourself to be strong enough to go where you please and live as you please.
Only then will you truly be free, and only then can you expect any true equality with anyone. You are never going to be given equality like a gift. You are meant to seize it for yourself, by your own choices and lifestyle. Do not be weak and expect to be treated with mercy. That is not truly living.
And in the worst case scenario I’d sooner die standing than live on my knees.