Falling Into Freedom

Sometimes we find our freedom in the lives we least expect

[keep-chasing-the-sun]

I’m a slut

 A loose woman. A woman of looser morals. Deserving of a scarlet letter to be sewn into my flesh. Many things make me a slut. From the things I’ve worn to the rumors said about me. From the men I’ve fucked to the men who’ve fucked me.  

I’m a slut. Have been since the beginning.

The first time I had a penis inside of me, I was 12. I was on top. It was valentine’s day of a year I don’t remember. He was a man I thought I loved. He was a man I needed to love me.  

It’s not like we had sex after that, anyways. Too many jokes about how a cherry picker can’t pick the same cherry twice. What a desperate slut I was to go back to him wanting more.  

I was alone when he left. Pining after him as if I just told myself “he does love me” enough times, he would prove that I was more than a desperate slut. Not just a slut, though. Oh no.  

I was the slut.  

The slut who taught my brothers’ friend how to kiss when she was barely 12. The slut who had a horde of men always following her. The 11 year old with the “ghetto booty” that had admirers from 13-30 always happy to leave a compliment. I was the slut tease who led them all on.  

I was the slut who was chased from my friends, my school, my town. Chased away because another boy jumped in my bed and put his hand in my shirt while my brother screamed CHEESE and took the picture that soon circulated. I was that slut. The slut that parents didn’t let their good, pure little daughters be around. The slut parents prayed their sons never got caught in a scandal with. The slut that was always good for a “she was asking for it” and “what did she expect” when I complained about being groped by a boy 4 years older than me.  

I wasn’t quite 13 when I got my next boyfriend. I felt special and cool. I might have been a slut, but this Slut’s boyfriend had a cool car and wasn’t going to leave. I mean, how could he? Because it only took 5 months of trying and running away from home to get him away from me after I realized I didn’t like it when my boyfriend called me a slut.  

But I digress. I was a slut during the almost 3 years we were together. I was a slut who slept with someone else the moment we got into a fight and he told me it was over. Someone who actually did care about me and want me. Someone I couldn’t trust because how long after being with him would he start calling me a slut. I really couldn’t handle hearing that from someone who seemed to genuinely care about me. So I kept getting back with the man who would end up stalking me for the next 5 years.  

Then another break up between us. A dark haired boy with a wild side. Truck beds and floor sex. Too tight shirts and mini skirts. I was a slut. Sleeping with someone not my boyfriend. My boyfriend wasn’t a slut for sleeping with his drug dealer and her sister. He wasn’t a slut for fucking his sister’s best friend in our bed. He wasn’t a slut for demanding nudes from—then threatening to kill—my best friend. I was the slut. The slut who had enough, tried to end it, and slept with someone else.  

I was the slut.

The slut they talked about in school. The slut who hit on the most popular girl’s boyfriend on her first day in a new high school. My memory was asking for directions and his eyes never leaving my chest as he asked how old I was then saying “that’s too bad” when I said I was 13. But my memory was wrong. I existed there. I was the slut who made all the moves. The desperate slut who needed men.  

The slut who got cornered in science class by a student 4 years older and a hundred pounds heavier, his hands snaking down my pants as I sat frozen in fear. The slut who didn’t struggle or ask for help because she knew. I knew. The moment attention got drawn, I wouldn’t be the victim. I would just be the slut who asked for it. The slut who wanted it.  

The slut who got asked to fuck by every guy in school. Of course, I was just “fucking disgusting” if anyone else was around. The slut who heard “but Jason said you put out. If you can give some to him, you can give some to me” every single day. The slut who got told “what the fuck?! You fucking bitch. I see how it is. Wanna act like that nasty pussy is made of gold when every dick in this town has had a piece???” then shoved away. Only to hear about it the next day. To hear how I was wild in the sack with Jack and Jason was right about me being a good time.  

I’d never spoken to Jack. I didn’t know Jason. I just asked him for a ride to the library one day. He was nice and obliged. Wasn’t rude or crude at all. But someone saw us. And it was better to say that he fucked the slut than to be known as the guy who did something nice for her.  

[spencersunboy]

Leo, ruler of the Sun 

He/him

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[blackgirlsreverything]

Instagram: @Nasi.ry 🇲🇱🇬🇳

[nepofledgling]

Straight men who always joke about hating their girlfriend are so fucking weird like imagine having a girlfriend and not treasuring and loving her every day smh grow up

[hardtostayaway-deactivated20180]

“treasuring” and “loving” your girlfriend will result in her quickly leave you. Girls HATE guys who treat them like goddesses. They view it as pathetic and weak.

[nepofledgling]

I hate it when people say shit like this like we get it you’re an

[dawn0star-deactivated20191205]

this brave straight man literally mansplaining women to a lesbian

[unstablelesbianisotope]

I treasure and love my gf every day and she’s stayed with me for 5 years lmao

[kimmywithay]

“treasuring and loving your gf” to a lesbian: spending quality time together; buying small gifts, watching shows together, treating each other as equals…

“treasuring and loving your gf” to a man: putting the woman on a high pedestal, buying unnecessary expensive things for her, expecting sex in return, having an unhealthy power balance….

[ashley-the-rocket-queen-deactiv]

^^^^^^^^^^^^

[refinery29]

Texas State Legislature is considering passing a law that would mandate teachers to out young gay kids to their parents

At first glance, this new bill proposed by Texas Sen. Konni Burton seems harmless. Do a little digging, however, and its intention is crystal clear: The bill would require teachers to out LGBTQ students to their parents. The public knows this because Burton said as much herself.

[gokuma]

this is so vile

[chaotic-bebop]

God this is disgusting

[problematic-garbage]

NO

WHATEVER YALL FUCKING DO DONT LET THIS BILL PASS

As a closeted queer kids, the only irl place I can be myself is at school. The people there know. I’m not quiet about it. And they’re okay with it. And that takes some of the pain of being closeted from my family okay because hey I have a community that accepts me.

I wouldn’t be affected by this bill but for all the kids that are like me, that consider school a save haven, this could fuck some major shit up.

Don’t let this bill pass. Please.

[borderlineskele-blog-deactivate]

Texas what the fUCK… Please don’t let this be real

[saturn-reblogs]

DON’T LET THIS PASS!!!

[luna-sin-sin]

Okay, this post is for everyone who is on the fence about this stupid post or needs to face the reality of it, okay? Lets get real. Story time.

So when I was freshman in high school, I knew this sweet girl. We’ll call her Hailey. She was a high b-average student, and she wanted to be a veterinarian. She had a rough life but was like a younger sister to her friends, and got along well with about everyone because of her bubbly nature. And as you probably suspect, she was gay. She found herself around sixth grade, so she established to her friends. But her friends only.

But during her freshman year, something horrible happened. One of her friend’s parents told her parents she was gay. Now what you need to know about this woman is that she didn’t do this out of any sense of cruelty. Her own son was gay, and she’d really struggled with that for awhile before accepting him and openly supporting him. And their relationship was great now.

So she wanted to tell Hailey’s parents, as a conservative parent as a gay child herself, because she felt like her reaction had been extreme, and she’d acted cruely and had wronged her child. She wanted to be there for them if they had negative reactions, and talk them through her experience.

Now Hailey, she had begged this woman not to. She had even cried over it, because she knew her parents, but this woman really thought she knew what was best and everything would be better once she no longer had to hide. And went off and told them behind Hailey’s back, without listening to her or giving her *any warning.*

And this woman said Hailey’s parents were quiet when she gave them the news. They listened to her entire story and experiences. They even asked a question or two, and said they’d talk about this with Hailey. And the woman left feeling like she’d done the right thing.

But she the furthest thing from the right thing that you can imagine. Hailey’s parents didn’t pick her up at the bus stop, so she walked home all by herself. She didn’t know she’d been outed, or anything was off. She thought her parents might just be working late.

And as she’s told me of the account afterwards: “I was happy. I’d passed that math test and I was going to ask my Dad if he might help me practice driving when I get home because I was thinking about taking Driver’s Ed. I thought it weird they weren’t returning my texts to tell me they were going to be late because we don’t live in the safest neighborhood, and they don’t like me walking alone, but I wasn’t worried. And then I got home… And then I got home and my parents were waiting for me, and I just. Knew. I just KNEW. Something about their expressions and way they stood up gave it away.”

And what happened next I was forced to believe. She told me, she just ran to the front door, but her Dad grabbed her and held her down. And as he held her down, her Mom proceeded to beat the living shit out of her.

And I’m not talking a slap across the face, or being struck with a belt. It was so bad that her screams - she was lucky enough to have run and got to the front door to be heard by a passing neighbor walking his kids home - who called the police.

But until they arrived, for minutes on minutes she was beaten by Dad and Mom. When she came back to school, she had bruises on her wrists from where she’d thrashed trying to get away from her Dad’s iron grip, and a fractured wrist. She had an ugly bruised and STITCHED forehead from where her mom’s wedding ring had gotten her, and black and bruised skin across her stomach from where she’d been repeatedly stomped on.

And you must be thinking, oh my God what horrible parents. They must have been punished harshly.

No. They spent just a single night in jail, and I still don’t know if they were later charged. Hailey was forced to leave her home. She told me no one would take her in, and never told me where she ended up having to stay.

And did I mention she was made to come to school the next day? Because she did. She tried to hide the injuries, but you really can’t hide those. Especially when you aren’t even wearing your own clothes because you weren’t allowed to go home and get them.

And I could tell you more. I could tell you how her parents wouldn’t let her back in her house to get ANY of her things. I could tell you how aunts and uncles turned her away like she was ridden with an STD.

I could tell you about how she dropped out of high school, or apparently the girl who wanted to be a veterinarian one day because she wanted to take care of sick animals and make them better tried to take her own life months later.

I could tell you that after that day, I didn’t see her again until I ran into her a YEAR later by chance. This girl VANISHED for a year. Her friends clammed up about her, like they were afraid and determined to not tell anyone where she was at any time. Ever.

So the next time you say OUTING someone couldn’t be that bad, or that making it law for a child’s safe place to out them is right or doesn’t concern you - remember Hailey. Remember the little sister-like girl who wanted to be a vet and once only seriously worried about math tests and learning to drive.

And you what? Hailey told me she still sees herself as someone lucky. Because she lives with her Grandpa now who flew down from Florida to take care of her. And she feels lucky because she still has someone, and because she’s still ALIVE.

So you remember that when they try to pass this law. You remember Hailey, and all those like her who were treated worse and aren’t here anymore. You probably know of someone. Remember people like Hailey, and protect them. Because when they say it IT ISN’T SAFE FOR THEM TO BE OUTED, believe them!!!

Because all it took was ONE person feeling obligated to out her, who didn’t believe Hailey, and before she was ready to leave home safely to cause all this.

[jheselbraum]

This bill has made it to the senate but it’s still in committee, it’s close but not quite passed yet. There’s still time

[hiharry66]

PROTECT LGBTQ+ KIDS

[the-sin-bin]

@keep-chasing-the-sun

[marvel-feed]

‘BLACK PANTHER’ REVIEW ROUND-UP!

FORBES - “Black Panther is a tour de force, one of the smartest, most original action-packed blockbusters of the decade. This is bold and visually stunning filmmaking, unique and relevant in deeply emotional, truthful ways few films of the genre achieve. Believe the hype - Black Panther rules!”

ROLLING STONE - “Marvel’s [Black Panther] is a masterpiece. An exhilarating triumph on every level from writing, directing, acting, production design, costumes, music, to special effects. The end result feels revolutionary” 4/4

EMPIRE MAGAZINE - “Black Panther is a giddily enjoyable, convention-bucking 134-minute epic that somehow manages to simultaneously be a comic-book blockbuster, a pulsating espionage thriller and an Afro-futurist family saga. It challenges as much as it exhilarates” 4/5

HOLLYWOOD REPORTER - “Getting it right where other franchises get it so wrong, Marvel and Disney have another commercial leviathan here. An action-packed combat epic. With Black Panther, Marvel takes superheroes into a domain they’ve never inhabited before and is all the better for it”

VARIETY - “Black Panther not only holds its own, but improves on the formula in several key respects, from a politically engaged villain to an emotionally grounded final showdown”

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY - “Black Panther’s nuanced celebration of pride and identity and personal responsibility doesn’t just feel like fresh direction for the genre, it’s the movie’s own true superpower” A-

COLLIDER - “Black Panther is Marvel’s boldest movie yet, and also one of their best. Production design, costumes, and visual effects are all on point. It isn’t just a triumph because it’s an important and unprecedented film, but because it’s also a fantastic superhero movie and a joy to watch”A-

USA TODAY - “Black Panther is the best Marvel origin since Guardians of the Galaxy. [It is] a roaring solo adventure that unleashes James Bond-style spycraft, geopolitics galore and tribal intrigue a la ‘Game of Thrones’. Yet while there are plenty of fantastical aspects, Black Panther is extremely grounded” 4/4

VANITY FAIR - “Black Panther arrives as a welcome refreshment, adding mythic tones and chords of classical drama to the Marvel universe. It’s easily the most engaging Marvel film in a long while because it has something new to say. More like this please, Marvel. Oh, and, of course: Wakanda forever”

NEW YORK TIMES - “A jolt of a movie, Black Panther creates wonder with great flair and feeling partly through something Hollywood rarely dreams of anymore: myth. It’s axis point is the fantastical nation of Wakanda, touching down in a story that has far more going for it than branding”

IGN - “Black Panther delivers the goods as an adventure film, a political statement, and a cultural celebration. Long live the King!” 9/10

[keep-chasing-the-sun]

If anyone could share this, I'd be eternally grateful

[laundryandtaxes]

What Jewish Children Learned From Charlottesville

I thought this generation was free of the anti-Semitism I knew. On Saturday, that changed.

This dirty Jew remembers every penny thrown at him.

The ones thrown from above, as we waited to be picked up from the public pool in my hometown on Long Island, our yarmulkes pinned to wet hair. By then, I was big enough to feel shame for the younger kids, who knew no better than to scurry around, as our local anti-Semites laughed.

I remember walking home from synagogue at my father’s side, in our suits and ties, and seeing a neighbor boy crawling on his hands and knees, surrounded by bullies, this time picking up pennies by force. I remember my father rushing in and righting the boy, and sending those kids scattering.

I remember when, at that same corner, on a different day, those budding neo-Nazis surrounded my sister, and I raced home for help. I remember my parents running back, and my father and mother (all five feet of her) confronting the parents of one of the boys, who then gave him a winking, Trumpian chiding for behavior they didn’t care to condemn. Even if it’s “kids with horns,” they told their son, he should leave other children alone.

If you are someone white who is at all interested in trying to learn more about the trauma of living a childhood as a racialized person, or trying to learn more about how antisemitism affects Jewish people on a basic, human, individual, and emotional level- having come to understand that systemic antisemitism exists and how crucial it is to white supremacists according even to themselves- I think this is an excellent read for you.

I am not Jewish myself, but it absolutely mirrors many of the problems and traumas of childhood as a black person that I experienced myself, and I think it is important, in these dangerous times, that we find all the sources of solidarity that we can, so if you are someone who already experiences racial subjugation every day but who doesn’t know much about antisemitism, I would recommend this to you as well.

[herquixoticworld-deactivated202]

Growing up Jewish in a city where Judaism was essentially nonexistent definitely made me a target for antisemitism. From comments about my big nose and ugly curls to thrown pennies, slurs, and death threats to the tune of “I hope you die in a gas chamber,” antisemitism played a major role in my childhood. Charlottesville is frightening, but it isn’t a surprise.

[jehovahhthickness]

Whose fault is that, buddy?

[ancientawan-deactivated20240913]

learn how to make ya self cum on the dick simple

[jehovahhthickness]

That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.

[ancientawan-deactivated20240913]

lmao ok

[jehovahhthickness]

[ancientawan-deactivated20240913]

and if you really knew ur body you wouldn’t have problems cummin Is it really that fuckin hard to ride a dick and make yourself cum foreal ?

[samurai-flocka]

She’s probably lazy af in the bed 😂😂

[jehovahhthickness]

^^^ These are the type of men y'all shouldn’t be giving your pussy too

[yafavblogger]

I hate when men say a woman doesn’t know her body. Like Nigga I know my body the problem is you don’t know the woman body, just insert and hump until YOU are happy cause y'all don’t give two shits about the women y'all fuck.

[pchy]

These are the type of guys who don’t kiss their girl after she just blew them

[jehovahhthickness]

These are the type of guys who think that eating pussy is gross.

[arbormistress]

These are the type of guys that say “ewww” when she mentions being on her period and asks you to blow him for a week instead.

[abigailasper-blog]

[emotiona1shorty]

li t e r a  ll y 

[bacon-and-ham]

Sumfing bad hapen.

[brainstatic]

I swear to god he has some kind of ancient Egyptian curse. There is always, always one of these whenever something happens. He stole an amulet from a tomb or some shit. 

[ravenzeppeli-deactivated2023082]

Reblog If Onision Is An Asshole.

[proteja-deactivated20111228]

[alwaysbewoke]

STOLEN!

[icecream-noodle]

This is from a kids history comedy.

[weskit-deactivated20141112]

[babygeena]

My Queen.

[optimysticals]

I do love Dolly.

[tellmeoflegends]

Here in Tennessee, Dolly has an organisation called The Imagination Library. It donates books that she chooses every month to EVERY CHILD born in Tennessee from the day they’re born until they turn five. TWELVE BOOKS A YEAR FOR FIVE YEARS EVERY CHILD! Thank you, Dolly Parton!

[keep-chasing-the-sun]

Imagination Library is for ALL children in America. My daughter here in Arkansas has been getting her books for a while. It's an amazing organisation!

[yeehawlw]

[negrocops]

WHAT!!!!!????

[wildlyunlikelybabe]

Yall cant leave good enough adobe