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@teedilla
…I miss that feeling.
of warmth. of commitment. that feeling you only get from the inner recognition and fearless embracing of the seemingly intangible.
the reassurance it gives you in times of imminent implosion. of confusion. tension. the need for understanding. the relief of reconnection and the exhilaration of everything you knew before all the enforced melodrama, still feels as real as it did, before the self-fulfilling soap opera ensued.
…knowing.
i've never been big on the notion of governmental politics and voting. I've only ever voted once before. like a vast swath of people, I tended to ask, "what real difference does it make?", which, lets be honest, is both relevant and hugely dismissive in equal measure. however this time round, I feel more appreciative of voting and its importance. what changed? watching a country, who's population of over 800 million people, the vast majority of whom live far below the poverty line, had a voter turn out of 65%. for the most part we understand what motivates the wealthy, are vested interests and the continued fortification of the status quo. but what would prompt the sick, the poor and disadvantaged, to queue for hour upon hour, to express their opinion on who should govern their country? maybe the inclusiveness of the process? having voting booths in even the most secluded areas? the ability for those unable to read, to be able to take part though pictorial representation, in order to recognise the candidate of their choice? not having laws that actively manipulate voter registration? no doubt all these things helped, but for most part the same argument would still apply for those self same people. what difference does this make to my life, my family, my immediate future and wellbeing? I don't believe they are in anyway dissimilar in desiring an improvement in their life's, and the life's of the children, and their children's children than us. in fact, they have more cause to be openly cynical, given their circumstances. the difference resides in their feeling of responsibility to DO something, with the rights and privileges they have been given. its easy to be dismissive in the face of what you believe you should be getting by right, via the bile being spewed at us, through the vast array of media every second of every day. with its illusions of wealth, fame and beauty, our spirits have been tainted, lessened by the things we now obsess over. for those who truly work on the basis of everyday being a fight to survive till the next day, exercising your right to cast a ballot, is something that makes them equal. not better than. not more than. just equal. many people fought for that right and watching the coverage of those elections, really brought that back into focus for me. so thank you to the people of india, for being an added spur, in my taking part in todays elections, as well as future ones. witnessing so many actively wanting to be part the process, has been an inspiriting affirmation in my participation today.
what gets replaced
i love this post. had to share it. I don’t think of virginity as a tag, a label to be used and discarded. I think of it as a voucher that gets traded in for something greater—for greater experience and understanding and maturity and trust. click the link for the whole essay. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PiIME8dR9dkMV19uiLUSYR_hqsF8pNc6PT6A_0e2YJo/pub by sidunbar.tumblr.com
this gif remains me of better times
the age of chivalry is dead!
equality of the sexes, in its many strange forms, shapes and guises, (I'll save that for another post), has stolen much that was good about the past. manners, deportment, politeness, thoughtfulness, effect... effect! that truly most under appreciated 'e' word. and before you brace to jump up to react ladies, i'm not saying you're directly to blame for this decline... although they're not helping. I mean if you're happy to put up with being paid less regard, then your chosen partner shows the electronic box of tricks, stashed just in front of that big screen tv, don't be overly surprised when the inevitable questions start drifting freely, from your unconscious, to conscious mind. what I am saying is men of the 21th century make me feel like an old fashion throwback. a relative relic. I imagine h.g. well's famous time traveller felt the same, when he encountered the eloi. as he searches for answers for the disparity between the life he remembers, to the one he's confronted by, everything seems similar, but unerringly different. being born in the 70's and brought up in the suburbs, I realise that I am a person of my time. I had ideas and aspirations of what it was to be the model british citizen. well mannered, eloquent, courteous, polite. all the things we decedents of colonials, were taught set our betters apart from us. as I've travelled into the future, these values have all but evaporated. it irks me when I see some thoughtless 'boyfriend', allow the door he eagerly swung open for himself, hit the person he once treated with such care, unceremoniously in the face. its a weird feeling because I'm never quite certain who I'm madder at? him or her? the world has indeed moved on. in the rush to defend our right to be whomever or do whatever works exclusively for ourselves, many of the values that were the benchmark of everyones social experience, have been unceremoniously discarded. like the rotary phone, cassette tapes and handwriting, they are now quaintly obsolete. the one tangible thread, binding these objects however, was they had the ability to pay off for those willing to stick with it, often in ways we dreamt about, but almost never dared to believe could come true. for the surviving urbane contemporaries, who persist in abiding by those most sacred of sacred social etiquettes, and continue to hold on to those everyday civilities, remain steadfast. everything goes in cycles and like those who revisit their wardrobes for inspiration, always be a constant reminder of a time when simple gestures of politeness, were second nature and not an outmoded and easily dismissed second thought.
gonna move on/ gonna let go/ would’ve opened my eyes/ i would’ve known/ after all of this time/ it took my heart to mend/ then i take around/ and it be broken again
have you heard pharoahe monch’s ‘broken again’? i can’t stop listening to it. classic pharoahe and DAMN, da boy can sing! someone needs to use the hook and write a kickass love song. i hear the hook and i can imagine a foreign exchange type heartbreak/ love song. my fav track from ‘ptsd’