Anonymous asked: mwar MWARRRRR mwar mwar mwar mwar MWAAAAAR...
Anonymous asked: can i call you maybe?
momcallsmeweirdy asked: SO NOW I AM HAVE "I'M THE ONLY ONE ON THE TRAIN" STUCK IN MY HEAD WHICH IS NOT EVEN A SONG THANKS A LOT BEARDY.
I’m the only one on the train! See me? I’m the only one on the train! WOO!
Grown Ocean by Fleet Foxes
Sometimes I play songs that other people write. This is one of those times.
Look how talented! Yay, Andy!
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We are supposed to be better than that. We’re not. Doesn’t mean that we aren’t trying, though (and failing, and trying, and failing, but maybe we’ll hit the nail on the head one out of one hundred times…)
So I was physically assaulted this past wednesday afternoon- and looking for advice from my fellow queers/anyone else who might have it...I blogged this earlier but got no responses, hoping maybe for a few now?
- TW: gaybashing, physical assault
- Also if you have any time to reblog this and have followers who might be aware of different, less hand-to-hand methods of self-defense, I'd ask you to please reblog this, if you can. What happened to me was terrifying, and since I got knocked out it could have been so much worse. I managed to most likely break his nose, but he was much larger than me and got the upper hand immediately. I am just looking for advice on methods of self-defense that might allow me to feel safer going out in public again, after such a jarring and traumatic event.
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- Okay, so I am going to try to write out, in as succinct a manner as possible, what happened this past wednesday afternoon. It is taking a long time to write because I have a concussion and a/ my memory is very spotty, b.) i keep losing words and c.) I am having a hard time spelling so am checking everything very carefully as I type. I feel that I need to write it out now because I am worried that, what with the memory gaps and all, I might lose parts of it again.
- For now- here’s what I remember. After my orientation for a new 2.5 week job I have coming up, I went to a local bar for their happy hour- had about a bud light and a half before …and this part is spotty- the bartender asked me why I was wearing nailpolish. I never overtly stated that I was queer, I just quickly told her- ‘well, sometimes I like to’. The man sitting next to me a few chairs down was listening- I noticed his interst but wrote it off at the time. Maybe ten minutes later while the bartender (the only person running bar and kitchen at that time) was in back dealing with a delivery, he started asking if I was gay. I felt a bit insecure/not sure if I should feel threatened, so I didn’t ansser, and instead, I walked to the bathroom (a men’s single with urinal and toilet- optional lock, you know the sort)- before I could lock it, he pushed in behind me. I heard him call me a fag and I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head. Given that my only escape option lay behind him, I hauled around and hit him has hard as I was able to (I do think that I may have broken his nose, that was my aim)- he immediately hit me again on the top of the head, and…I remember very little until around 8-10 pm that evening. I do vaguely remember getting a ride home from a man who could tell how disoriented I was, but don’t remember getting home or…anything else.
- I’m not sure I’ve ever actually been afraid of these things happening- I mean, I know that they do, intellectually, but I had never thought that someone would both read me as gay and assualt me for it. I realize how what a naive stance that was to take.
- My parents, for their part, believe that I should not have been wearing nailpolish, should not have acted in any way that might cause someone to do this (yeaahhh victim blaming...ftw), and that he was reasonable to be angered by my 'appearance' - for the record, I have a beard, tattoos, am athletically built, and very rarely get id'd as gay even though I DO love the menfolk (and everyone else). I don't even know- I have to see them in a month and I'm really unsure if I can get over my anger at them before this.
- So- here’s my question. I want to start carrying a knife again, absolutely- but…is there anything else my fellow queers out there do to protect themselves in case situations like this arise? I have basic training in knife fighting and am licensed at this point to carry a certain length of blade, but I don't want to have to engage in direct, hand-to-hand combat, if I don't have to. At the moment, I am nervous even being out in public at all, and I’d like to find a way to feel secure again without the possibility of mortally wounding someone or having my own blade turned against me. The man who assaulted me was around 6'3-6'5 and built, and my own fists were definitely not enough. Mace? Tasers? Anything else ANYONE has to contribute?
- I’m sorry for the bad grammar and spelling that I am sure is still in this post despite my best efforts- but- anyone got any advice?
“Love Is Making Its Way Back Home” by Josh Ritter. Video made with 12,000 pieces of construction paper.
Right? Okay, then. I’m ready. I’m ready now.
Anonymous asked: I'M 18 YEARS OLD AND I'M A SWAGGY ADULT! COME ON, SWAGGY BROS!
OUTTA MY WAY, SLEEVES!
Ladies and gentlemen, John Barrowman is…the only one on the train.
Dear John,
Can we be best friends, please?
Love,
Emily
Rev. Rebecca Voelkel works with the Institute for Welcoming Resources, the faith wing of the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. I’ll let her speak for herself:
As part of my study for my Doctor of Ministry, I have been reading, researching and reflecting on the relationship between our physical bodies and our spirtual experiences. What do our understandings about our sexuality, our gender, our race, our age, our physical and mental abilities, our economic conditions have to do with how we experience the Holy/the Sacred/God/ess in the world?
Unfortunately, as I’ve read the work of others who have explored some of these connections, I am painfully aware that very little exists about the real lives of women, transgender and gender non-conforming people and what they experience and think and feel about the connection between our bodies and the Sacred.
So, as a way to begin to get some information about what women and trans folk think and feel and believe, I’m inviting women and trans folk to complete a survey that asks about these questions and connections.
(emphasis mine) She is deeply committed to justice work of all kinds. If you have the time, fill out the survey- it’d be great if the work really did reflect the experiences of all kinds of people and doesn’t end up inadvertantly skewed toward power.
