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Attention and affection would be nice.
Take me home. It's not our home here.
my opinions on racism will always be limited as Iām from a position of white privilege, so whilst itās so important to call out racial inequality and oppression when I see it, itās also important for me to recognise that my voice should not shout over those who have actually experienced racism and have a far better understanding of how it operates then I ever will
so many people on tumblr dont seem to get this
All my white followers take a gander
This is good.
When the last tree is cut down, The last fish eaten, And the last stream poisoned, You will realize that you cannot eat money.
Native American proverb (via explore-everywhere)
Stay low key. Not everyone needs to know everything about you.
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how to improve in art:
get unhealthily obsessed with something
draw it 43543452784 times
Wake up itās just a bad dream wake up itās just a bad dream wake up itās just a bad dream wake up itās just a bad dream wake up itās just a bad dream
How the conversation of sexual identity is tied to rape culture
For this to make sense, I cannot be imagined as something Iām not, I want to avoid that, to the people who read this that know me, Iām going to reveal things about myself that arenāt the easiest for even me to get my head wrapped around.
Recently, Iāve not felt confident in labeling myself as a āstraightā male. The reason for why though, is not because I have homosexual desires, and not because I perceive Iām of the opposite sex. I am cisgender, and Iām not gay, but Iām not comfortable with the label of āstraight.ā I believe the general perception of āstraightā and especially when directed at male sexuality requires action.
Iām also not agender, I love people, and I crave the attention of people. Why I didnāt use the word girls in the last description is the root of my problem, I want to be loved, not just sexualized.
There is a huge push for equality for LGBT youth, the movement for equality is awesome, we are all human. Everyone deserves to be loved. Everyone needs affirmation for their mental health. Teen suicide is more than a problem, it is an epidemic, self-harm stories often leave me shaking and crying. Iām an emotionally sensitive person. I want to be seen as a person, not a sexual identity. Hereās the problem with the conversation about being LGBT, it makes the identity the most important part of the conversation. Because whether straight or LGBT or agender or genderfluid or pansexual, who, what, how, and when the person has sex becomes his/her/their identity.
Maybe, some labels are important. I am a runner, a vegetarian, a Christian; I am a writer, a techie, a romantic. Iāve self-harmed, Iāve cried myself to sleep, I have prayed to God that he take my life or take my feeling of depression away. All of those little things can tell me who I am if I let them, but many of those arenāt as important as this: I am a relational human being like every single homo sapien on earth.
Iām not comfortable with the label, āstraight,ā because it requires action, like, there is a dress code, there is physical action required, and there is an affirmation that is forthcoming. Personally, Iād love the freedom to have sex whenever I want, to try any kind of hedonistic existence possible. Thatās not what I am called to as a human. Humanity, I would like to argue, has a purpose for making us made for special relationship.
I like Toms, I like leggings, I like really short shorts and hoodies that cover my wrists. I like hugging and soft t-shirts, I like writing letters and drinking tea. I am turned off by the idea of eating meat, I am scared to death of killing, because it is a finality I cannot bear. I think weapons are an unnecessary way of doing politics. Those things do not follow the āstraightā male action code.
Iām pretty sure all of my friends would affirm me if I decided, from the data above that I am gay or gender-queer or transsexual, theyād celebrate me for being myself. Iām also sure, there are those who consider me soft, a pussy, or weak.
Men, especially good straight Christian men Iāve been told and perceived in various situations, are supposed to like guns and knives and war.
I went to see the movie The Accountant with a good friend of mine. He made no comment to me about the violence of the film, I doubt it bothered him, and in truth, I realized I was desensitized to the blood and gore of the film. Ben Affleckās character Chris, killed senselessly, but for a greater moral good. In the moment of the film, I felt a passion for the man fighting crime to save the girl who discovered sixty-one million stolen dollars. Except, under reflection, Chris was motivated by money and self-identity. The Accountant, was a movie about identity, while not sexual identity, it was an identity of machismo.
Apparently, a Donald Trump supporter held up a sign reading, ābetter to grab pussy than be a pussy.ā First of all, the language is offensive. Second, itās badly thought out. How exactly, is raping a woman ever okay? A man who rapes a woman is acting out of fear that he is not validated. Ergo, rape is not courage.
Being male, I have felt pressure from other peers to make sure that I had a girlfriend. Being human, I have given into the fear of not living up to an expectation, and I have, in multiple circumstances, pushed myself into relationships were kissing, making out, and other physical actions were a pushing of boundaries because it felt like something a man should do.
How many kisses came out of true love, respect, and appreciation? I can think of less than ten situations that I can honestly describe with 100% pure intentions. Iāve never had sex, but I am sure if I had at my age, it wouldnāt have been out of love, it would have been out of lust, largely born out of my need to establish my sexual identity. In the past five years, Iāve moved from trying to be friends with guys who act like sex is the ultimate defining moment of a young manās life, to friends who value respect, chivalry, and personal boundaries.
Not all of my closest friends are professing Christians, nor should they be, but there is a general trend in my closest friends towards introspective behavior, modesty, self-love, compassion, and humility. Those are my favorite traits, and they are Christ-like, they are good things.
I feel like Iāve been pressured into believing my sexual identity is important, and I donāt believe it is. I think the reason misogynistic, rapist, and abusive men like Donald Trump, Bill Clinton, and Billy Bush walk this earth, why I think football players get cheerleaders pregnant and ruin their collegiate careers is the value placed on establishing themselves as sexually strong males. Thatās wrong.
Itās so wrong that girls donāt stand up for themselves and surround themselves with guys who respect them, but itās wrong on a thousand more levels that young men believe that their sexuality is based on disrespecting women. If I could give back the stolen kisses, if I could just repeat middle and high school again knowing now who I am in Christ, I would be a very different person in my relationship.
In my next relationships, I am going to be a different person knowing than my final identity is not wrapped up in how many times I unearth the visceral monster of my fleshly desire. Rape culture is influenced by how young men like me take a stand against the status-quo of a guy needing to fuck a girl to gain respect. My father has always encouraged chastity, and he is a great example of a man who has loved one woman for his adult life, but his respect hasnāt meant as much as that of my peers.
My father and my grandfathers have not been perfect in their respect for women, I know they have imagined women in degrading ways, have spoken in misogynistic ways, and have made mistakes in leading pure lives before God. Yet, they have been an example of never encouraging rape or sexual immorality to me or my brother. I want to be a leader who can lead an even better example than they have, and if there is to be a golden example of how men should act with other men, it must be their example.
So no, I donāt identify with the stereotypes of my male culture, because I feel that male culture is a culture of rape, violence, inequality, and bottling emotions until they turn into rage. However, I know this is the world I am called to live in. I must be an example of the best kinds of living.
Being really happy and then wanting to die is like getting a giant awesome birthday cake then you pushing the cake into the dirt without understanding why.
Suggestion blogs have overtaken my stream on Tumblr, and Iām kinda okay with it actually :D
I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via thelovejournals)
This blog feels this deeply.
Feelings
I just need a reason to smile for a few hours, is that too much to ask?
Me and my uke are gonna be hiking through the next chapter in life. Just finished campus preview weekend at Covenant College. I loved it so much. Shout out to @k_lab_keet18 and @michael.conkel for running with me. It was awesome. Got a lot of praying to do about this, but I know the Lord will lead. #running #xc #trail #ukulele #woodandstrings #backpacking #hikemoretalkless #trailrunning #college #academics #athletics #lit (at Covenant College)
We all make mistakes. Mine was falling madly in love and forgetting to pack a parachute.
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This. Iām a falling stone in the world of romance. Iām going to hit the ground so hard if she doesnāt catch me and give me a parachute to fall gently with.
Didn't know rhythm could could come from a smile
Didnāt know ābrokenā could be a status message for such a long while
I didnāt want to hear that things werenāt right
I was too scared to accept anything else that night
sit in my room in the dark // Ā the 1975 beating down my eardrum // again // I wait for your text // it isnāt coming.
Mind over matter // itās the following father of the gift of emotion // Iām lost // broken sacrifice // dirty offering // donāt call me
āIām fineā // thatās always my line
I swear to God you donāt believe me please donāt ever believe me
Iām a sinner with no happenstance answer to happiness and happenchance // Iām better off not breathing but Iām still doing it because society expects it.
Mom asked me why it would take me till Iām 27 to jump off a building. I guess she doesnāt realize that I say 27 and mean I have no idea how to hold on to life in the right now.
Kinda scared theyāll take writing supplies away // kinda scared theyāll take music away // kinda scared ātheyā really means people who love me
I made a mixtape with the smiths // cause Iām best friends with my fits // They said it was morbid // somebody else would find it beautiful // always complaining to twitter because I hide behind a keyboard
Never have I tweeted and the person that ālikedā the tweet given me a hug when they saw me the next day // 3 AM tweets are noiseless
Pen-drop debonair // mixed metaphor mixed drink mixed meanings mixed feelings mixtapes on the old stereo in the van while we chill and talk about life and the stars
Late summer just needs a friend itās so lonely yeah itās just dreaming of better days better times better screams the sounds are like the ghosts of the past and I canāt get that back.
Text posts and words not unlike the screaming of Blink in the night time that yelling and rock guitar just something for the soul itās stolen mentions on mustachioed hipster-folk
Broken families broken plans broken cars broken scattered toys itās all the same
Broken accent broken faking broken kindness
Screaming āI just want to liveā as I wake up from a dream where I die
I spoke once but Iāll remain silent; twice but I am a fool; I place my hand over my mouth
Because mattering and missing are two different categories // two different places a multitude of different faces
Drowning beneath the waters of dissonance and darkness // tired to the bone // exhaustion like a hurricane the never ending scream from before
17 years of failure and imperfection // 17 years of realizing I just want to be understood
3000 miles a year just to run for 15 minutes // 9 minutes // 4 minutes
Doesnāt matter I go the distance the distance too far too long too outlasting all the things I say goodnight to
Words are little things that fuel thoughts thoughts are colorless and dull donāt feel any better in the morning or dreaming
Dude // sheās so beautiful and so genuine // Iām so fake // gonna go throw up again // adrenaline is awesome
Donāt ever be a stalker, thatās wrong so lose your mind instead.
How do I say that I'm worried about my mental health without being locked up?