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thatfilthyanimal:

sockseevil:

I, uh…

Fuck, how do I say this?

I’m not feeling too good as of recent.

There’s probably someone somewhere out there feeling a lot worse than me and in a worse situation.

But this isn’t a case of me just feeling bad.

This is a case of me wanting to get eighteen as quickly as possible and move out.

But at the moment, I honestly don’t think I’m going to live that long.

Phoebe, Mitchell, Felixx…

The rest of you.

I am so sorry.

Woah woah woah woah stop.

Hold on. You gotta look outside of the box for a moment, and bare with me because I’ve been there and I know what you’re going through, even if that sounds like bullshit.

Suicide is FINAL. Permanent. And you’ve held out this long because you’ve always known this isn’t the thing to do. You need to hang on, and you need to wake up tomorrow, and every day after that until you can get the freedom and happiness you know exists.

You’re going to hit eighteen and you’re going to find your happiness. I promise you that. But I won’t lie to you — it’s not going to be easy, at all. Becoming 18 isn’t a cure-all, of course. Being happy and finding stability is hard, tough work, especially in our economy. But it’s worth it. YOU are worth it. Don’t ever let anyone, not even yourself, tell you that you are NOT worth living to see that. You can get there, but you gotta hang on, you gotta fight tooth and nail, you gotta make sure you get up and keep trying, even if it feels like you’re falling and backsliding.

We’re not close so I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me, but I need you to know that I wanted to die so many times before, I struggled with self-esteem bullshit and suicidal thoughts in 2010. I sat around every day thinking I wouldn’t last through the year, that I was going to hurt everyone I cared about and let them down and etc, but I hung on, reluctantly, and eventually found things to hang on to. If I had done it I wouldn’t have found those things and I wouldn’t be talking to you now because I’d have been gone. And damn, I would have missed out on so many things, so many laughs and pictures and wonderful people and great fanfics and hugs…

I have been struggling with mental bullshit since I was a child and I am 25 now, and I am still struggling to truly “live” but I’m recovering. I know better now than to give up, because I know my efforts will get me somewhere someday even it it’s hard as fuck right now. I wish when I was your age that someone would have told me the truth, that yeah, it’s hard to live, but it’s worth it, it’s normal for it to be hard, we’re all fighting, all of these things. I wish someone would have stopped me and motivated me to believe in myself. I wish someone would have helped me learn to block out the negativity around me with my “friends” and “family” I had. If I had learned younger, I wouldn’t have been still struggling with it now.

I know you may not want to believe me, or trust me, but I am telling you IT GETS BETTER and YOU ARE WORTH IT. You are perfectly fine and there is nothing wrong with you. We are all a little flawed and in need of help at sometimes (maybe a lot of times!) but those things make us human and beautiful. If we didn’t have these emotions we wouldn’t feel and we’d be pretty boring, really.

And there will ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS be people out there worse off, always. That’s just a fact of life. But that said, it doesn’t make your life worthless, it doesn’t make you a bad person for being upset, it doesn’t make your pain irrelevant or unimportant. Everybody hurts, some more often than others, some louder than others, some more hidden than others… but you are not alone and you are NOT hurting anyone. Go to someone who will listen if nobody else will. Those suicide hotlines are there if nobody else is, and they understand and will listen. And I will too, if that’s what it takes to make you feel like you can move forward.

Hang on, find work if you can get it, but most importantly FIND CONTACTS. Meet people. Find people, talk, learn about the world. Those contacts and their information may save you one day. If your home life is hell, having contacts may be your benefit. I didn’t move out until someone cared enough to take me in, even jobless, so yes, there are loving and caring people out there that will help you. Find distractions for now, and remember that it’s going to be hard but YOU’RE WORTH IT and YOU CAN DO IT. If nobody else in this world will tell you that, know that I WILL and I completely support you finding your happiness, okay?

Oh Socks, darling, I’m so sorry for whatever horrible things are going on in your life. It doesn’t matter if other people are going through hell too, you are perfectly reasonable in feeling whatever you’re feeling. I just wanted to stop and say that I think you are a talented artist and a really sweet person, and you’re not alone!

It may seem like a long way to 18, but honestly, if your home life is that bad, don’t wait! Find a friend or a more distant family member that you can trust, and move in with them. I had friends move in with me when I was in high school, and it made a difference to both of us. Or if you don’t know of anyone, look around online for shelter of some sort. Even if it’s just emotional shelter, like a hotline or distractions that are involving enough to let you get lost in them for a little while. Having control over your own life can be empowering and freeing, and you can start regaining that control step by step, even if you’re not a legal adult.

But if you’re in danger of being hurt—even if you’re the one doing the hurting!—you need to get out of the situation as fast as possible. Just keep repeating to yourself: It really does get better, and you really do deserve better. And most importantly, you are worth it. Because you are. Please don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, from us or anyone else. We all need help sometimes. *hugs*

fearless-melodies:

You think you’re pro-life?

hannahisawful:

feminisminapapercup:

“Let me tell you some things. I used to investigate child abuse and neglect. I can tell you how to stop the vast majority of abortion in the world. First, make knowledge and access to contraception widely available. Start teaching kids before they hit puberty.

Teach them about domestic violence and coercion, and teach them not to coerce and rape. Create a strong, loving community where women and girls feel safe and supported in times of need. Because guess what? They aren’t. You know what happens to babies born under such circumstances? They get hurt, unnecessarily. They get sick, unnecessarily. They get removed from parents who love them but who are unprepared for the burden of a child.

Resources? Honey, we try. There aren’t enough resources anywhere. There are waiting lists, and promises, and maybes. If the government itself can’t hook people up, what makes you think an impoverished single mom can handle it? Abolish poverty. Do you have any idea how much childcare costs? Daycare can cost as much or more than monthly rent. They may be inadequately staffed. Getting a private nanny is a nice idea, but they don’t come cheap either. Relatives? Do they own a car? Does the bus run at the right times? Do they have jobs of their own they need to work just to keep the lights on? Are they going to stick around until you get off you convenience store shift at 4 AM? Do they have criminal histories that will make them unsuitable as caregivers when CPS pokes around? You gonna pay for that? Who’s going to pay for that?

End rape. I know your type errs on the side of blaming the woman, but I’ve seen little girls who’ve barely gotten their periods pregnant because somebody thought raping preteens was an awesome idea. You want to put a child through that? Or someone with a mental or physical inability for whom pregnancy would be frightening, painful or even life-threatening?

I’ve seen nonverbal kids who had their feet sliced up by caregivers for no fucking reason at all, you think sexual abuse doesn’t happen either? You say there’s lots of couples who want to adopt. Kiddo, what they want to adopt are healthy white babies, preferably untainted by the wombs and genetics of women with alcohol or drug dependencies. I’ve seen the kids they don’t want, who almost no one wants. You people focus only on the happy pink babies, the gigglers, the ones who grow and grow with no trouble. Those are not the kids who linger in foster care. Those are certainly not the older kids and teenagers who age out of foster care and then are thrown out in the streets, usually with an array of medical and mental health issues. Are they too old to count?

And yeah, I’ve seen the babies, little hand-sized things barely clinging to life. There’s no glory, no wonder there. There is no wonder in a pregnant woman with five dollars to her name, so deep in depression you wonder if she’ll be alive in a week. Therapy costs money. Medicine costs money. Food, clothes, electricity cost money. Government assistance is a pittance; poverty drives women and girls into situations where they are forced to rely on people who abuse them to survive. (I’ve been up in more hospitals than I can count.)

In each and every dark pit of desperation, I have never seen a pro-lifer. I ain’t never seen them babysitting, scrubbing floors, bringing over goods, handing mom $50 bucks a month or driving her to the pediatrician. I ain’t never seen them sitting up for hours with an autistic child who screams and rages so his mother can get some sleep while she rests up from working 14-hour days.

I don’t see them fixing leaks in rundown houses or playing with a kid while the police prepare to interview her about her sexual abuse. They’re not paying for the funerals of babies and children who died after birth, when they truly do become independent organisms. And the crazy thing is they think they’ve already done their job, because the child was born! Aphids give birth, girl. It’s no miracle.

You want to speak for the weak? Get off your high horse and get your hands dirty helping the poor, the isolated, the ill and mentally ill women and mothers and their children who already breathe the dirty air. You are doing nothing, absolutely nothing, for children. You don’t have a flea’s comprehension of injustice. You are not doing shit for life until you get in there and fight that darkness. Until you understand that abortion is salvation in a world like ours.

Does that sound too hard? Do you really think suffering post-birth is more permissible, less worthy of outrage? “Pro-life” is simply a philosophy in which the only life worth saving is the one that can be saved by punishing a woman.”

Emphasis added by me.

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alive-again-aperture-bicardiac:

emmalyn:

brennando:

It really bothers me that breast cancer is so sexualized. Yes, of course breast cancer is something that people should fight against and speak about, but the same goes for any kind of cancer. “Save the boobs” — like, what? Why is the focus put on saving a sexualized part of someone’s body and not on fighting the disease? Nobody talks about “saving the liver” or “saving the lungs” — are those not “pretty enough” or sexual enough to be talked about publicly?

Some people have to have their breasts removed to survive breast cancer; they’re just as beautiful and strong as they were previously. I can’t imagine how it must make those people feel to see these campaigns that are all about “saving the boobs.” It’s not about the boobs. It’s about fighting and surviving a disease that affects millions of people in thousands of different ways.

I always feel like saying to the people who wear “save the boobies” shirts or whatever

you’re not saving the boobs

YOU’RE SAVING THE FUCKING WOMAN.

dumbass.

I can’t say I agree with this.

The ‘Save the Boobies’ charity, despite being somewhat humorous, is still a charity doing wonderful things such as raising money for research of breast cancer, as well as helping people put the light of humor into their lives, where most things are bleak.

Many people have said that laughter is the best medicine; who is anyone to say that the humor that some find in “sexual” things or fun words like “boobies” is inappropriate, when it is sometimes all they have.

Also, I fail to see how “boobies” are sexualized at all. If anything, calling breasts “boobies” is just a goofy way of referring to them. Even calling them an overtly sexual term like “tits” would still have some humor in it.

Not every charity has to be solemn all the time. Let people have their fun and put their money where they’d like.

.-.

For one thing, have you seen the ads that you’re referencing? They are VERY sexual in nature. Still, it isn’t even the focus on breasts as body parts that I consider to be “over-sexualizing”; it’s the reducing of a woman (with or without breast cancer) to her breasts, as if they’re the most important part of her.

And it’s not even that fact alone that gets me riled up. It’s the fact that most of the so-called “charities” that back the “boobs” campaigns are not non-profit, and donate very little (if any) of their proceeds to sources that actually address breast cancer research or treatment.

Yes, I agree that humor is important, especially in emotionally trying times. I also have loved ones who have faced breast cancer. But the “Save the Boobies” campaigns I’ve seen are run by large corporations, not charities, and are intended to make money, not help people with cancer. They are, at best, ignorant of how to actually raise awareness of an issue—and at worst, they are exploiting vulnerable populations of people who have cancer and/or who genuinely wish to help, but have no idea how.

And that is purely unethical.

</gets off soapbox>

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dirklalonde:

homoerotics:

I’M NOT OKAY WITH CHRIS BROWN PERFORMING AT THE GRAMMYS AND I’M NOT SURE WHY YOU ARE

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pinkyapplez:

cering:

Interesting Fact About 千と千尋の神隠し

I’ve noticed that several of my followers are Miyazaki fans, so I thought I share this little tidbit of information with you about Spirited Away.

I always wondered why the symbol “ゆ” (said “yu”) was on the door to the bath house. I asked my Japanese teacher, and he wasn’t too sure so I did a little research.

The symbol is used on the entrance to 温泉 (onsen) and 銭湯 (sento), or Japanese bath houses. The word “yu” is translated to “hot water”. So, makes sense to be on a bath house, yes?

Then I did more reading. During the Edo period, these public baths became popular for men because of women who started working at these communal baths, washing men and selling sex. These bath houses were called “yuna baro”. The woman were known as 湯女, or “yuna”. This directly translates to “hot water woman”. So basically, they were brothels. Guess what the woman who ran this bath house would be called?

ゆばば。

Yubaba.

(translates directly to “hot water old woman”)

Yubaba is the name of the woman who runs the bath house in Spirited Away. If you watch Spirited Away in Japanese, the female workers are referred to as yuna.

Chihiro was forced to change her name to Sen. Kinda like how strippers get names like “Candy”.

カオナシ/No-Face keeps offering Chihiro money. He “wants her”.

THEN I read interviews with Miyazaki. This was all put in intentionally. As we all know. Miyazaki’s stories are weaved with different themes and metaphors. He said he was tackling the issue of the sex industry rapidly growing in Japan, and that children being exposed to it at such early ages is a problem. 

To me, this makes me respect Miyazaki even more as a film maker. 

And also, frustrates me because so much gets lost in translation, and people see it as this cute childrens movie and this “master piece of animation” (which it definately is) instead of the real statement that it is.

Thought I’d share :).

I told this to my Japanese teacher today. He was speechless for a bit and then said “I NEED TO WATCH THAT MOVIE AGAIN OBVIOUSLY.” Haha.

I actually wondered about this when I first saw this movie…the implications of young girls working in bathhouses are well-known even to those as inexperienced in the field of sex work as I (or rather, as I was when I watched the film). Little did I know I’d go on to do my thesis on sex work—but my praise for the complex themes of this movie, as well as its other merits, hasn’t wavered. I have nothing but the greatest respect for its creator(s).

(P.S. Sorry about deleting some of the comments that were reblogged with this; it was getting unreadably squished on my dash so I cleaned it up a bit. The sources are still correct, though! c: )