Lessons for the day:
- Everybody talks.
- Even people who are older than you can prove to be less mature than you.
- Hypocrites often can’t see their own hypocrisy.
- Attitude is 110% of your work.
- I’m not going to get anywhere by making myself a victim. Time to move on up.
I’ve created these flyers for a school activist project where I bring more attention to the women in history that have been forgotten or ignored. This blog will be an extension of those flyers where I post longer biographies of these women and other bad-ass women like them. Too often women’s achievements have been pushed aside, either by others in their lives, or else by the historians who choose to ignore them. This tumblr is dedicated to celebrating them and bringing their achievements to light!
I LOVE THIS.
Thoughts for the day.
So, I know I’m a lot of talk when it comes to boys and relationships. I very frequently feel like I’ve been through a lot of flaky and immature men (with the exception of a couple—timing actually does account for some relationship mishaps—imagine that) and uncomfortable or depressing situations that leave me in a state of self-loathing.
But today a guy blew me off and it was almost completely okay with me. And my first reaction was “you’re obviously not mature enough to handle a relationship with me” instead of “what did I do wrong? I must be too ugly for him. Good job, stupid.”
So I’ve proven to myself that in this last year of dating, I’ve grown quite a lot. I’ve started taking more pride in myself, in my friends, in my work—and all of it’s made the dating scene much more… conquerable, I guess? When bumps in the road happen or I feel like nothing will ever come of me putting myself out there, it’s not the end of the world.
And the best part is I know there are guys like me out there who are learning these lessons or who have already learned them. And they’re looking for someone who’s real and passionate and engaged and not perfect but aware of their flaws.
We’re all pretty wonderful. Thanks to everyone who’s helped me get this far with my own development. We are so powerful and beautiful—and today, we get to share our victory.
Girls Love Beyonce is slowly becoming my jam.
Thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged, or said something wonderful about my Affirmations poem. You’re all wonderful.
Affirmations of a Gay Man
May I be content with myself and not compare my achievements to those of others. When one of my brothers gets a boyfriend, a very attractive boyfriend, may I congratulate him and not tweet passive aggressively.
May I find something new to love about my body each time I look in a mirror.
May I recognize the people and events that allow me to feel comfortable in my own skin today. People and events such as, but not limited to, the following: Bayard Rustin, Harvey Milk, Oscar Wilde, The Stonewall Riots, Audre Lorde, Wham!, ACT UP, Elton John, RENT, Alan Turing, concentration camps, The Daughters of Bilitis, every single drag queen that ever had the courage to put on her heels––and Lady Gaga (who is optional). May I feel the presence of these things always and may it humble me always.
May I never tell another gay man that he is too femme for me. May I never tell myself that I am too femme to be desirable.
May I go to the gym if and when I fucking feel like it––because it is not “gay church.” I am not negligent of my own identity if I choose not to go.
May I remember everything else about me that is essential to my identity. May I remember that gay men don’t exist in a vacuum.
May I be willing to take on the challenge of helping others overcome oppression, too. May I believe the words, “none of us are truly free until all of us are.”
May I never beat myself up for not having a boyfriend.
May I never beat myself up for not being as successful as others believe I ought to be.
May I be a beacon of body positivity to every gay man coming out of the closet now. May I treat my body like the miracle that it is.
May I love myself fully––not because nobody else will––but because I unapologetically deserve to love myself.
Major shout out to all my IRL friends who saw the pic of me in my underwear and talked about it.
Sometimes when I’m talking to a new boy and he asks me to go out with him, I want to say no. I want to ask him if he knows how badly this could end. I want him to pinky promise me that he won’t disappear. I want a guarantee that I won’t wake up one day and have to erase his number.
And then I say ‘yes.’
Rachel Rostad - “To JK Rowling, from Cho Chang” (x)
Fantastic slam poet from Macalester College roasts J.K. Rowling.