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Be careful who you vent to.

Realest shit I’ve heard all morning. (via itsthelesbiana)

While you may never tell a friend’s secret’s while venting, know that your friend may not extend to you the same courtesy

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So true. I vented to the wrong person and I think I’ve completely ruined one of my work relationships

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deviantfemme:

how do you ever find friends who aren’t racist/sexist/sizeist/transphobic etc. — or who acknowledge that they have privilege and are actively working to try to not think/behave in fucked up ways that hurt other people?

or is the solution to not have friends and hide in your hate-all-people-hole and watch netflix?


“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”


- The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams, 1922

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

- The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams, 1922

(Source: calantheandthenightingale, via iamblackandcomely)

Can’t Talk About It

Something incredibly important happened to me today. Something to do with police brutality, and being black, and children, and compassion and things coming full circle between my personal life and my political life

I just can’t really talk about it

I can’t talk about it because my journalism is very public. I can’t talk about it because everyone knows about the person who got killed, and I don’t want to expose his children to the Internet. And I especially can’t talk about it because I work for a very high profile organization, and everything that went down would be too de-contextualized if I didn’t mention the key players

I’m really scared about the NSA and surveillance, and I’ve probably shared too much about too many things already. Hatham and I got into what I would consider a debate, if not a full on argument, about whether it was a smart idea to keep your data in the Cloud, and whether surveillance was as prevalent as Glenn Greenwald says it is. Guess who was on which side?

I don’t have a facebook, and I don’t have an iphone, and I just don’t feel very comfortable sharing very much anymore. Every day the world feels more and more like a dystopia

So I just really can’t talk about what happened…

feral-fae:

Can we please just stop saying “special needs” when we mean “accommodations that level the playing field so disabled peeps can get their shit done”? I don’t have special needs. I have reasonable needs. I don’t need you to make school and work easy for me. I don’t need easier tasks. I need to be provided with the tools to make tasks doable. That’s not “special.”

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