A-Musing Thought

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[ithelpstodream]

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

This is Sarah Grimké.

She was born to a rich plantation family in the American South during the time of slavery. She owned a slave, Hetty, a girl her parents gave her when she was a child. She was absolutely the sort of person whose racism you could justify as being ‘of her time’ and ‘just the way she was raised’.

And she cited the injustices she saw growing up on the plantation as the motivation for her becoming an abolitionist as an adult.

When she was a kid, she tried to give bible lessons to the slaves on her Dad’s plantation, and taught her own slave to read and write. As an adult, she and her sister campaigned for the end of slavery. When she found out that one of her brothers had raped one of his own slaves and gotten her pregnant three times, she welcomed her nephews into the family and paid for education for the two that wanted it.

This was a woman who was raised in a culture of slavery, looked around her as a child and said “hey, wait a minute, we’re all assholes!” and spent the rest of her life trying to put things right.

It absolutely was a choice.

[hardyfellow]

twitch - tiktok - github

[sugarspicetwins]

[ink-phoenix]

I know your first impulse is to despair. To say we’re fucked. To feel desperate and hopeless. I feel it. We all feel it.

But Notorious RBG would not have wanted us to lie down and accept defeat.

She’d have wanted us to fight like hell. And that’s what we’re going to do. 

Call your house rep: Find them by Zipcode

Script: “Hi, my name is ____ I am one of your constituents. I am calling to ask Congressperson ______ to go on the record saying they will respect Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s dying wishes as well as the precedent set in 2016 to not nominate a new Justice until after a new president is installed. Thanks for your time.” Call your senator:  [phone] Capitol Switchboard Don’t know who your senator is? Find your senator

 Script: “Hi, my name is ________ and I live in (STATE). I am calling to ask Senator ______ to go on the record saying the Senate will not hold hearings on any potential replacement for Justice Ginsburg until after a new president is installed, per Justice Ginsburg’s last wishes and the precedent set in 2016. Thank you for your time.”

[texnessa]

Read this:

“I want to tell a story about an invisible elephant.

Once upon a time, when I was in graduate school at UCSB, the department of religious studies held a symposium on diasporic religious communities in the United States. Our working definition for religious diaspora that day was, “religious groups from elsewhere now residing as large, cohesive communities in the US.” It was a round table symposium, so any current scholar at the UC who wanted to speak could have a seat at the table. A hunch based on hundreds of years of solid evidence compelled me to show up, in my Badass Academic Indigenous Warrior Auntie finery.

There were around 15-20 scholars at the table, and the audience was maybe fifty people. There was one Black scholar at the table, and two Latinx scholars, one of whom was one of my dissertation advisors. The other was a visiting scholar from Florida, who spoke about the diasporic Santería community in Miami. But everyone else at the table were white scholars, all progressively liberal in their politics, many of whom were my friends. Since there was no pre-written agenda, I listened until everyone else had presented. I learned a tremendous amount about the Jewish diaspora in the US, and about the Yoruba/Orisha/Voudou, Tibetan Buddhist, Muslim, and Hindu communities, and even about a small enclave of Zoroastrians.

As they went on, I realized my hunch had been correct, and I listened to them ignore the elephant, invisible and silent, at that table.

So I decided to help her speak the hell up. “Hello, my name is Julie Cordero. I’m working on my PhD in Ethnobotany, Native American Religious Traditions, and history of global medical traditions. I’d like to talk about the European Catholic and Protestant Christian religious diaspora in the United States, as these are the traditions that have had by far the greatest impact on both the converted and non-converted indigenous inhabitants of this land.”

Total silence. And then several “hot damns” from students and colleagues in the audience. I looked around the table at all the confused white faces. My Latinx advisor slapped his hand on the table and said, “Right!!?? Let’s talk about that, colleagues.”

The Black scholar, who was sitting next to me, started softly laughing. As I went on, detailing the myriad denominations of this European Christian Diaspora, including the Catholic diocese in which I’d been raised and educated, and the brutal and genocidal Catholic and Protestant boarding schools that had horribly traumatized generations of First Nations children, and especially as I touched on how Christians had twisted the message of Christ to try and force people stolen from Africa to accept that their biblically-ordained role was to serve the White Race, her laughs grew more and more bitter.

The Religious Studies department chair, who’d given a brilliant talk on the interplay between Jewish and Muslim communities in Michigan, stopped me at one point, and said, “Julie, I see the point you are so eloquently making, but you’re discussing American religions, not religious diasporic communities.” I referred to the definition of diaspora we had discussed at the start of the discussion, and then said, “No, Clark. If I were here to discuss religions that were not from elsewhere, I’d be discussing the Choctaw Green Corn ceremony, the Karuk Brush Dance, the Big Head ceremonial complex in Northern California, the Lakota Sun Dance, or the Chumash and Tongva Chingichnich ritual complex.”

It got a bit heated for a few moments, as several scholars-without-a-damn-clue tried to argue that we were here to discuss CURRENT religious traditions, not ancient.

Well. I’ll let you use your imagination as to the response from the POC present, which was vigorously backed by the three young First Nations students who were present in the audience (all of whom practice their CURRENT ceremonial traditions). It got the kind of ugly that only happens with people whose self-perception is that they, as liberal scholars of world cultures with lots of POC friends and colleagues, couldn’t possibly be racist.

Our Black colleague stood and left without a word. I very nearly did. But I stayed because of my Auntie role to the Native students in the audience.

I looked around at that circle of hostile faces, and waited for one single white scholar to see how unbelievably racist was this discursive erasure of entire peoples - including my people, on whose homeland UCSB is situated.

Finally, a friend spoke up. “If we are going to adhere to the definition of diaspora outlined here, she is technically correct.”

And then my dear friend, a white scholar of Buddhism: “In Buddhist tradition, the Second Form of Ignorance is the superimposition of that which is false over that which is true. In this case, all of us white scholars are assuming that every people but white Americans are ‘other,’ and that we have no culture, when the underlying fact is that our culture is so dominant that we’ve deluded ourselves into thinking it’s the neutral state of human culture against which all others are foreign. Even the Black people our ancestors abducted and enslaved we treat as somehow more foreign than ourselves. And, most absurdly, the peoples who are indigenous to this land are told that we belong here more than they do.”

People stared at their hands and doodled. The audience was dead quiet.

And you know what happened then? The elephant was no longer invisible, and my colleagues and I were able to have a conversation based on the truths about colonialism and diaspora. We were THEN able to name and discuss the distinctions between colonial settlements and immigrant settlements, and how colonial religious projects have sought to overtake, control, and own land, people, and resources, while immigrant and especially refugee diasporic communities simply seek a home free from persecution.

As we continue this national discussion, it is absolutely key to never, ever let that elephant be invisible or silent. You are on Native Land. Black descendants of human beings abducted from their African homelands are not immigrants. European cultures are just human cultures, among many. And the assignation of moral, cultural, racial superiority of European world views over all non-Euro human cultures is a profound delusion, one that continues to threaten and exterminate all people who oppose it, and even nature itself.

I hope that this story has comforted the afflicted and afflicted the comfortable.”

- Julie Cordero-Lamb, herbalist & ethnobotanist from the Coastal Band of the Chumash Nation

[musingthought]

Love cares not what direction you fly, nor the colors in which you dream. Love just accepts them … because they are yours.

[wildamongwolves]

I was tagged to list 10 amazing fics by @demisexualhale, for whom I promised angsty fic recs like, uh, a week ago? So these are also those recs for you dude :P Writing adequate descriptions without spoiling was impossible, so just apply the summaries + IT HURTS SO GOOD and/or FUCK THIS IS SO POETIC to them and you’re good to go lmao. Vaudeville, Here I Come by @wellhalesbells

He chewed his lower lip and Derek thought he was done but, then, almost like an afterthought, “Bad news means decisions.”“What are you talking about?” Stiles wasn’t looking at him anymore. He was staring down at his sneakers, out of style and fraying in places, falling apart in slow motion. He watched the hill of his toes push up the canvas. (this fic omfg) Asking For It by @helenish (whom tumblr doesn’t wanna let me tag)

A story about people, places, things, and alpha twins. </i> (jfc this fic)

and its continuation

How Is Your Heart by cutloosemcgoose

Stiles leaves with the alphas. (I know, I know, it doesn’t sound like something even I would read because ugh, but it’s so good)

Full Circle by @wellhalesbells

Just because Stiles should walk away, it doesn’t mean he can.

Pull the- by subnivean

trigger.

The Pivot Point by subnivean

Don’t be nice to me.

For Us by day

“Parole.” Stiles nods, standing up and stretching once again, revealing a naked and tattooed strip of skin above his belt. “I lied and I haven’t been traveling. I’ve actually been in lock up for five years on charges of attempted manslaughter, harboring a fugitive, and a few other broken laws.” Scott laughs loudly before he catches onto the tense atmosphere in the room. “You can’t be serious.” “Well, shit, Scott. I can’t undo the past, so I guess I am.” Stiles shrugs. “Listen to my heartbeat, young werewolves, you will find that I do not misguide you. Officer Hale here took it upon himself to become my new parole officer. How sweet is he?”

You Can Always Count On Me by helenish “It gets old,” Stiles says softly. “wanting.” If you’re like me and went, OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD after reading this fic, read some comments.

This Boy, Half-Destroyed by @morgan-leigh

“Bodies – those are something you understand, mostly; you know immediately exactly how much smaller he is than the last time you saw him. Too skinny, too pale; his cheeks cave in a little too much, from his face. He’s a shadow of something: he looks like the dead walking. His hands are stuffed down in the pockets of his hoodie and he looks tentative but not afraid.” Derek Hale used to have a family. Now, he’s got a teenage human more trouble than he’s worth. Post-S2.

and its spiritual companion

The Blood Blooms Clean In You, Ruby by @morgan-leigh

“You don’t remember, anymore, where exactly you were when you found out that she was dead. You remember almost everything else about her dying, though.” Stiles Stilinski has always been the person who will do what other people don’t want to. It’s hard, though, when your friends keep trying to protect you. Post-S2.

AKA the best things ever written in second person (seriously, it works, don’t skip them because of that - rather read them because of it)

The Skin You’re In by @wellhalesbells 

“The skin you’re in, it’s not the skin you own, stolen, stolen and cloned,” he sing-songs under his breath, the chatter of his teeth getting more violent.

BONUS:

Spark, Fire by subnivean, Have You Heard About the Mightnight Rambler? by @wellhalesbells, I Smoke My Friends Down to the Filter by @wellhalesbells and the classic By Any Other Name by entanglednow, my all-time fave amnesia fic.

I gave up on keeping it at 10, lol. and the selection of authors is narrow, but eh, these ones extra tickle my angst buttons. (actually one of the fics isn’t angst, but I’m not gonna say which one so as not to spoil it.) I’m tagging @wellhalesbells @mojoflower whom I’m apparently not tagging thanks a lot tumblr, @thisdiscontentedwinter​ @halekingsourwolf​ bc I’m always curious about fave authors’ faves, and they write angst and some of these fics are not well known, so… *spreads fic*

[mojoflower]

More angsty/captivity fics:

Integral to Survival by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato)

Mature, 8k, complete

which has Stiles and Derek locked together in a cellar (and was partially an inspiration for Do Not Go Gentle)

Derek is in the cell for about ten minutes before the lone door opens and a new body is tossed in. The person hits the floor with a grunt, rolls, and stands as the door is clanging shut.

“That’s really not the way to treat a guest!”

Fixer Upper by Arsenic

E, 39k, complete

After the events of 5a, Stiles is estranged from Scott–and by association, the pack.  Derek is off finding himself, or, at least, Germany and some other places.  There’s a lot of texting and post cards and then Derek comes back to find Stiles missing.  Worse, nobody seems to remember Stiles existing.

All the Stiles whump and torture you’re looking for.

Wayward and Down by affectingly                

Pack is family. Family is everything.

This is Stiles’ senior year, and it’s nothing he could have imagined.

or

That time it took not one, but two separate troll attacks and a malevolent coven of witches for Stiles to figure out how he felt about Derek.

E, 32k, complete

No torture or captivity, but Stiles gets pretty whumped by events, and Derek is there to pull him out.

Come Morning Light by BarlowGirl                

So much whumpage.

After all, Stiles doesn’t mention that time Derek went grief-stricken and ran away from humanity, or the two or three times Derek has talked Stiles down from a panic attack, no big gestures or dramatics, just slow steady words until the overwhelming crushing anxiety eased some, or that time Stiles dug a bullet out of Derek’s stomach, swearing and sweating and cursing him and maybe crying a little, or that time with the evil, nasty little gnomes.

There’s a lot they don’t talk about. This is just another thing to add to the list.

OR: Derek and Stiles get kidnapped. Or more accurately, Stiles gets kidnapped and Derek gets kidnapped looking for him, although he’ll never tell Stiles that. Angst and a little violence ensures.

M, 13k, complete

 When Days Go From Dark to Bright by cytheriafalas

A new hunter kidnaps and tortures Stiles, the boy who runs with a pack of werewolves, but isn’t one of them. After Derek’s pack comes to rescue him, Derek is forced to deal with the knowledge that his concern for Stiles isn’t just that of an Alpha for one of his Betas. The pack, Sheriff Stilinksi, and Chris Argent all wait at Deaton’s to see if Stiles will even survive, and what kind of shape he’ll be in if he does. Written with The Kin’s “Get on It” EP on repeat. Title from “On the Rise.” Fic is complete.

M, 23k, complete

Be Near Me by alenie

It’s been over three months since John found out that werewolves are real when Stiles goes to the grocery store one night and doesn’t come back.

E, 22k, complete

I’m Not Immune by moodwriter

“Did they inject anything into you? You can hold me back. You can stop me. I can’t stop you.” Stiles is in full blown panic mode now.

The one where Stiles and Derek get kidnapped, and sex needs to happen for reasons.

E, 24k, complete

In Case The Daylight Never Comes by plume_bob

There’s a relentless dark shape tearing through the pack and that’s only the half of it. Stiles just wants to sleep and stop being haunted by the faces of his night-time tormentors. His dad thinks he’s suffering from post-traumatic stress, Scott thinks he’s suffering the after-effects of the ritual; Stiles thinks they’re both reasonable theories, except for the part where Derek Hale is the only thing that can take his nightmares away and it seems that fact is no coincidence.

E, 82k, complete

Tell me all your weaknesses by  marshmallowfluff

“Stiles did not normally start his afternoon with a stranger in the back of his Jeep, telling him to ‘Be quiet and don’t do anything stupid, or you’ll never see your precious father again.’”

Stiles isn’t very good at being quiet, and when has he ever not done something stupid?

In which Stiles is kidnapped by a Hunter with a vicious streak and a penchant for torture, and Derek (and Scott) is having none of that.

T, 24k, complete

Riding the Lightning by Vendelin

Stiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table.

E, 23k, complete

Breathe Me by mommymuffin

There’s not a summary for the series, but it started out as a one-shot of Stiles having a terrible panic attack, and then grew a hella plot, involving kidnapping, torture, violence, abandonment issues, some degree of codependence, WHOA magical Stiles, and an insane blood wolf… like, a wolf made out of blood.  Seriously.  It’s awesome.

Not Rated (hard T or M, I’d say), 127k, complete

[pale-silver-comb]

So, I know there are a lot of these but I'm having trouble finding some I haven't read, and are well written with a good story. Anyways, I was wondering if you could help me find some good sterek fan fictions where stiles is either held captive or simply hurt or in danger and Derek has to save him? Thank you so much! You're blog is great!

Oh gosh, sweetheart, I am so sorry, I don’t know??? My mind is blanking. I am so bad at finding fics. I still read a lot of Sterek but not as much as I used to (aka 10 fics a day) and I was so stupid back then and didn’t remember to bookmark anything. Basically, there are fics I want to rec you because I do remember them but alas I have no clue what they are called.

I am the worst, I know. I am slowly trying to re-find all these fics. In the meantime, if anyone can leave a fic rec in the comments below for you, I would be much obliged!  

Or, because Billy is amazing at reccing me these kind of angsty fics, if @dontgobrienmyheart could rec any, well, I know you’d be in good hands ;)

[dontgobrienmyheart]

idk what they’ve read already so i’ll throw out some off the top of my head and hope for the best 

Tore A Line In the Sun

- Rly neat Space AU, Derek rescues Stiles on a deserted planet, then feelings and stuff

Gods & Monsters

- Royalty Au, with humans, elementals, and werewolves, they kind of save eachother, but stiles does get captured at one point

Rat’s Alley

- post apoc au, Stiles is in Mexico when it starts, and Derek is coming home from Vegas, they race towards eachother once they realize something very bad is happening - very good(the major character death is neither of them, so no worries there)

And the Rest Was Silence

- Stiles gets hurt, Derek helps him deal

In This World or the Next

- So Derek is actually the cause of Stiles’ trouble in this one..but on accident, oh wishes..and angst, lots of angst

Here’s To You, Kiddo

-HS au, Derek stands up to Stiles’ bully, not quite as dire situation as the others but i like HS au’s what can i say =p

IDK if those are specifically what they’re looking for but hopefully they enjoy a few! i’d list more but i gotta head to work, anywho, have a great day everyone

[faedreamer-deactivated20180128]

Highly HIGHLY recommend Do Not Go Gentle by @mojoflower ! I’m on my phone rn so cannot link but they have links on their tumblr! LINK ADDED NOW def check it out, fits ur wants perfectly.

[mojoflower]

Oh, wow, thanks for the rec, @faedreamer my dear!  And may I add for your enjoyment:

Integral to Survival by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato)

Mature, 8k, complete

which has Stiles and Derek locked together in a cellar (and was partially an inspiration for Do Not Go Gentle)

Derek is in the cell for about ten minutes before the lone door opens and a new body is tossed in. The person hits the floor with a grunt, rolls, and stands as the door is clanging shut.

“That’s really not the way to treat a guest!”

Fixer Upper by Arsenic

E, 39k, complete

After the events of 5a, Stiles is estranged from Scott–and by association, the pack.  Derek is off finding himself, or, at least, Germany and some other places.  There’s a lot of texting and post cards and then Derek comes back to find Stiles missing.  Worse, nobody seems to remember Stiles existing.

All the Stiles whump and torture you’re looking for.

Wayward and Down by affectingly                 

Pack is family. Family is everything.

This is Stiles’ senior year, and it’s nothing he could have imagined.

or

That time it took not one, but two separate troll attacks and a malevolent coven of witches for Stiles to figure out how he felt about Derek.

E, 32k, complete

No torture or captivity, but Stiles gets pretty whumped by events, and Derek is there to pull him out.

Come Morning Light by BarlowGirl                 

So much whumpage.

 After all, Stiles doesn’t mention that time Derek went grief-stricken and ran away from humanity, or the two or three times Derek has talked Stiles down from a panic attack, no big gestures or dramatics, just slow steady words until the overwhelming crushing anxiety eased some, or that time Stiles dug a bullet out of Derek’s stomach, swearing and sweating and cursing him and maybe crying a little, or that time with the evil, nasty little gnomes.

 There’s a lot they don’t talk about. This is just another thing to add to the list.

OR: Derek and Stiles get kidnapped. Or more accurately, Stiles gets kidnapped and Derek gets kidnapped looking for him, although he’ll never tell Stiles that. Angst and a little violence ensures.

M, 13k, complete

  When Days Go From Dark to Bright by cytheriafalas

A new hunter kidnaps and tortures Stiles, the boy who runs with a pack of werewolves, but isn’t one of them. After Derek’s pack comes to rescue him, Derek is forced to deal with the knowledge that his concern for Stiles isn’t just that of an Alpha for one of his Betas. The pack, Sheriff Stilinksi, and Chris Argent all wait at Deaton’s to see if Stiles will even survive, and what kind of shape he’ll be in if he does. Written with The Kin’s “Get on It” EP on repeat. Title from “On the Rise.” Fic is complete.

M, 23k, complete

Be Near Me by alenie

It’s been over three months since John found out that werewolves are real when Stiles goes to the grocery store one night and doesn’t come back. 

E, 22k, complete

I’m Not Immune by moodwriter

“Did they inject anything into you? You can hold me back. You can stop me. I can’t stop you.” Stiles is in full blown panic mode now.

The one where Stiles and Derek get kidnapped, and sex needs to happen for reasons.

E, 24k, complete

In Case The Daylight Never Comes by plume_bob

There’s a relentless dark shape tearing through the pack and that’s only the half of it. Stiles just wants to sleep and stop being haunted by the faces of his night-time tormentors. His dad thinks he’s suffering from post-traumatic stress, Scott thinks he’s suffering the after-effects of the ritual; Stiles thinks they’re both reasonable theories, except for the part where Derek Hale is the only thing that can take his nightmares away and it seems that fact is no coincidence.

E, 82k, complete

Tell me all your weaknesses by  marshmallowfluff

“Stiles did not normally start his afternoon with a stranger in the back of his Jeep, telling him to ‘Be quiet and don’t do anything stupid, or you’ll never see your precious father again.’”

Stiles isn’t very good at being quiet, and when has he ever not done something stupid?

In which Stiles is kidnapped by a Hunter with a vicious streak and a penchant for torture, and Derek (and Scott) is having none of that.

T, 24k, complete

Riding the Lightning by Vendelin

Stiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table.

E, 23k, complete

[Also attn:  @bat-attack2019-blog, @pale-silver-comb, @dontgobrienmyheart and @halekingsourwolf, in case y’all were looking for more recs in this vein.]

[musingthought]

Because it made me laugh. And smacks of truth.

[musingthought]

Pro-life & pro-birth are opposite ends of the spectrum; only one follows the command to Love One Another As I Have Loved You.

[musingthought]

Don't want to be put in the basket of deplorables? Don't behave deplorably. Or defend Donald Trump. And of course you have every right to support him. But don't support him and expect a pass on your behavior. #SorryNotSorry

[musingthought]

Oh. Wow. Amazing. Emotive. Reflective. #ThursdayThoughts in dance: "The Mirror"

[musingthought]

"The Balletic Tune" by Salaam Muhammad

[musingthought]

Art by Si Scott https://www.behance.net/gallery/Silent-Records/125085

[enews]

“I thought a lot about what I wanted to say today. And there’s something I want to get off my chest. It’s a mole that looks like it’s changed shape. But I’m gonna talk to my doctor about that.

What I really want to talk about today is what happened this week in Mississippi. I don’t know what Mrs. Sippy is doing, but I’m very worried about Mr. Sippy.

So, if you don’t know, the Governor of the state signed a religious freedom bill, which might sound good because the word freedom is in it. But here’s what it means.

Under the law, if you say for religious reasons you can ‘deny gay people marriage, adoption and foster care services; fire or refuse to employ them; and decline to rent or sell them property.’

Now, I’m not a political person, I’m really not. But this is not politics this is human rights. And I mean, when I see something wrong, I have to talk about it. It’s the same thing that I do when I see men wearing Spandex in line at Starbucks. It’s wrong and I need to discuss it.

So, this issue is very personal to me, obviously. I’m disappointed for several reasons. First of all, Mississippi is the only state I know how to spell. Second of all, that is the definition of discrimination.

It’s also something that the Supreme Court already ruled on when they made marriage a right for everyone, everyone. And they’re Supreme. I mean, that’s the best you can get. Like the Nacho Supreme from Taco Bell.

The Supreme Court said the same thing that Diana Ross and the Supremes said a long time ago: ‘Stop! In the Name of Love.’ And now, yes, and now Mississippi is saying, ‘I Don’t Second That Emotion.’

Sometimes I think it’s easier to explain things if you break it down. So imagine this. Two cupcakes walk into a flower shop and they want to buy a dozen roses. But the florist doesn’t believe in selling flowers to cupcakes because they don’t have any money. But gay people do so sell them the damn flowers.

I grew up in the South right next door, in Louisiana. I used to go to Mississippi as a kid all the time. My Aunt Helen lived there. So if you’re in Mississippi or North Carolina or anywhere and you’re saddened by the fact that people are judging you based on who you love, don’t lose hope. I was fired for being gay and I know what it feels like. I lost everything. But look at me now. I could buy that Governor’s mansion, flip it and make a $7 Million dollar profit.

I mean look, there’s already so much inequality in the world. Women’s rights, gender pay gap, racism. I think we need to remember that we are more similar than we are different. And we all want the same things. Love, acceptance, kindness. And I want one of those new Teslas.

So I advocate for less hate and more love. Less tearing apart and more coming together. Less sitting and more dancing.”

[musingthought]

Some of us make pancakes that are light and fluffy. Some show offs make pancakes into Art. lol

[musingthought]

Luna Lee is a rockstar! She slays Hendrix and BB King guitar licks - while playing on a tricked out, 6th century, Korean string instrument called the gayageum. You can read about her and watch videos at Fourculture:

http://fourculture.com/luna-lee-the-gayageum-rocker/