i really don’t like the whole “tell your parents off and call them out when they’re being racist/homophobic/etc even if it gets you in trouble with them” argument especially when it pertains to minors and people who still rely on their parents financially. you can’t morally advocate for a minor to tell off their parents when it involves them risking their own safety and well-being. and you’d be surprised how many people i’ve seen on this godforsaken website doing just that.
I don’t say much on here anymore, but I’m glad to see this post. Not everyone is in a position to call out family members, particularly if they have to live with them & rely on them financially. I’m an old who no longer lives with my parents, so I can call them out on whatever now, but when I was a teenager living with an abusive, alcoholic parent, calling them out would not have been good advice. And having others shame me for not calling them out would have only made me feel like more of a failure.
I had been seeing this guy since December, and it was the first time in a while I had really connected with someone on a physical and intellectual level and felt chemistry. And he did too. But for the past couple of weeks, I noticed he was distancing himself from me. And so I called him tonight and we talked about it. He’s confused because he really enjoys hanging out with me and is attracted to me, but he’s not feeling into it and he doesn’t understand why.
I know he doesn’t want to stay in the Bay Area and has been super disappointed with his time here, so my guess is it’s connected to him wanting to leave with nothing holding him back. I mentioned that and he agreed it could be a possibility. I’ve been there and I totally understand. I can be bummed about things not working out, but I can’t be angry at him for feeling - or not feeling - the way he does.
And he was very nice. He told me I had amazing communication skills and that the way the break up went was probably the nicest and gentlest he’s ever experienced. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that either. I don’t see the point in letting things get nasty when there’s no malice involved on either side. People feel the way they feel. We don’t get to control that. And I’m glad other people can see that and be appreciative of it. I just wish it got me a little further when it comes to finding a romantic partner.
But it still sucks. I got a little taste of what it might be like to finally be with someone I could be open with, have fun with, have some sexy times with - and now it’s gone. It’s a bummer. And I think I might be cursed.
@uclagymnastics: Thank you to all of the courageous survivors who have spoken out. @UCLAGymnastics & @OU_WGymnastics are proud to call these five exceptional women members of our Bruin & Sooner families.
I signed up for a vocal competition in March. It’s national competition and the March round will be the first round. Those who make it past that round are invited to sing in the second round, which is in Boston in May. There’s also a semi final and a final following the second round, also in Boston. There are cash prizes and scholarships on the line.
Due to my age, I’ll be singing in the emerging professionals category, where having a degree in vocal music is recommended. I do not have a degree in vocal music, so you could say that I’m out of my league here.
I don’t sign up for competitions to win. Heck, I don’t even sign up for auditions to get cast. I sign up because singing in front of people, where the stakes are raised, is a completely different feeling to singing at home or with your voice teacher, or even at a studio night, where the idea is that you’re in a safe space and no one is “judging you.” At competitions and auditions, you are being judged. And the people judging don’t know you; they don’t care about your life story. They are there to listen and watch for every imperfection. It’s what I imagine jumping out of a plane for a parachute dive feels like. You’re probably not gonna die, but damnit if your body isn’t plummeting towards the ground.
It really important to learn how to sing under those circumstances. The first thing that usually happens is your breath goes and breathing is the cornerstone of all good singing. And everything just downward spirals from there. As singer, you’ve got to learn to control this physical reaction to stress and adrenaline. The only way you do that is via full body immersion - i.e. signing up for things that you know are going to kick your ass.
I’m debating whether or not to tell people about this on my other social media sites, which are frequented by many more people in my actual life. The reason is, usually when you tell people about something like this, they want you to win. And when/if you don’t, it’s a disappointment, and they usually say something along the lines of,”I’m sorry,” which is very well-intentioned, but not at all what I would like to hear.
I’m not going to win this competition. But that’s not the point. This is a great opportunity for me to perform under pressure and get feedback from a bunch of strangers who know a lot about vocal music. The fact that I’m doing it and will walk out on an adrenaline high is enough of a success. Of course I will fantasize that I’m wrong and will get a golden ticket to Boston. And of course there will be some disappointment when that doesn’t happen. But I don’t need it amplified by others. It doesn’t call for an “I’m sorry.” There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m going to go out there on March 24th and sing my best. That’s a success story right there.
My favorite shots of Domhnall as “National Lampoon” co-creator Henry Beard, in the Netflix Original movie “A Futile and Stupid Gesture”.
It’s the worst wig in a film full of bad wigs, but he gives the best performance in the movie and I just really want to fuck him while he’s wearing the wig.
My forever mood is Judge Aquilina tossing aside Larry Nassar’s letter like the actual trash that it is
my eternal mood
@ all my girls with round faces do not be self conscious abt ur chubby cheeks u kno whats also round????? the moon!!! and she is the most beautiful celestial being
I try not to hate on my chubby cheeks anymore because they keep me looking young!
