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Christian Bale at the premiere of Velvet Goldmine in New York, New York (October 26, 1998)

Re: Christian Bale as Arthur Stuart in Velet Goldmine (1998) dir. Todd Haynes

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This is camp!

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Help Legendary Nichelle Nichols Recover from Tragic Elder Abuse Perpetrated by … Marian Nichols Smothers needs your support for Nichelle Ni

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This gofundme literally funds her abuser.

Her son ripped her from her friends in LA and moved her Albuquerque, where she doesn't get to see her friends or socialise with people her own age. Her son is framing it like her friends, who she chose to trust with her decisions as her dementia got worse, were absuing her. He's a lier and impartial elder-care professionals have said her son is abusive.

All the money donated to this goes to maintaining her son's conservatoryship over her. This is like donating to Britney's dad.

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It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

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Nichelle’s situation has been updated (slightly for the better) since this story was first posted in August of this year (2021). Nichelle is no longer being taken advantage of by her “manager”. However, she has very bad dementia and still needs help. Her house in Los Angeles was sold and the bad “manager” was kicked out. The best way to get the latest news is to click on the GoFundMe site below and read the updates from her sister. Even if you can’t donate, you can read the updates. She does still need money for care though (even $1 helps).

Her story is still heart wrenching.

Nichelle Nichols (Lt. Uhura) has been suffering from Dementia for years. She’s lost most of her money, the home she loved and there is a fight for her conservatorship

Her sister has set up a GoFundMe site for her. The link is at the very bottom of this post. Please share this information.

Read the article below and please donate if you can. Even a couple dollars will help.

https://www.al.com/life/2021/08/nichelle-nichols-star-treks-lt-uhura-faces-heartbreaking-conservatorship-fight.html

Help Legendary Nichelle Nichols Recover from Tragic Elder Abuse Perpetrated by … Marian Nichols Smothers needs your support for Nichelle Ni

https://gofund.me/376980a8

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Leaving this for myself if not others because someday I want to be able to grow my own food

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Please please boost my d*n4ti0ns post! I’ve also got a phone payment of $109 coming out this Wednesday which I’m stressing heavy about 😅

I am cleared now to deliver UberEats by both a negative COVID test and Uber fixing my legal name on my account. I have lost SO MUCH income due to both these unforeseen circumstances so any traffic and kindness goes a long way! Thank you!

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Safety reminders:

Do not put essential oils on your household pets.

If you have an essential oil diffuser, either put it in a room that's off limits to your pets, or put it some place that's inaccessible to your pets and crack a window every time it's on.

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Sometimes I think about my life through the lens of the past.

How many things do I suffer though because of the greed of European “explorers” and American imperialism.

I leave the ‘āina. I leave my ‘ohana. I leave my heart. And I suffer at a job I hate. And I spent years wearing a fakey costume and smiling for tourists and pretending I felt anything other than empty.

I colonized myself. Made myself palatable for tourists. Made myself palatable for tips and a paycheck. And I ate popcorn for dinner bc that’s what we could afford and I spent my extra money making sure my siblings didn’t feel the crushing weight of poverty. And every extra cent was spent trying to save them from how I felt.

Humiliated. Colonized. A joke.

And now I live on the mainland because we cannot afford to live on sacred land. Because haoles move there for paradise, and they kill us as they buy up beautiful houses and pave the road for resorts. Our land. Our ‘āina. And I’m now a walking attraction. And I can do the hula style smile and I can make my eyes shine like diamonds. And people ask me if I picked coconuts from trees and I think about my elders who live in concrete apartments and I miss my grandfather and his warm smile. And I never know if I will see them again.

I used to stare at the statue of Kamehameha. His arm stretched out in a loving greeting. His other hand holding a spear to defend his people. But he leads with the hand. He leads with aloha.

Because that’s what we do. It is what we are born to do. We are born to aloha. To love. To compassion. Even now, even after everything, all I want to do is be kind.

And it’s terrible. But sometimes I just wish he had lead with the spear.

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I was going to say “do not reblog” on this post, because it’s so raw and rambling. But I changed my mind.

I need everyone to understand this is how it feels to be Kānaka Maoli in this day and age.

We are hanging on here, but everyday it feels harder. And cultural revitalization has made huge steps, and we have come so far.

But they still pave roads for hotels. And most Kānaka are homeless. And we work so hard but the economy is in shambles. And they bulldoze my people for a telescope. And the Navy poisons the water again and again and again and then dumps it into the ocean.

And we try and we try and we try and we try. And I am so tired.

America has perfectly trapped us in an eternal hell.

Tomorrow marks the annexation of The Hawaiian Kingdom. The turning point.

Please understand. There is no paradise under American occupation.