My missionary parents just came to my room to tell me that while they are away on a mission trip, my girlfriend can't sleep over at our house while im house-sitting it... The house that I bought with my own money....for them.
That's Christianity for you folks.
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my pawpaw wants to have lunch before i leave which is fine but also it'll be the first time im mostly one on one with him since visiting (well it'll be him and his wife), and im just like. oh pawpaw i know you probably will but BLEASE don't ask me if im reading the stupid bible or whatever
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thinking about singing in a choir/group in comparison to singing solo/accompanied by music and just thinking abt how comparatively different that is. an orchestral backup to a solo song is nice- and takes a lot of dedication to perfect, certainly- but you will always be missing the synergy that comes with singing with other people. the synchronous intake of breath, the way vocal harmonies hum through the air in a way humans were biologically designed to pay keen attention to. the control and perfection of sound with your body instead of just your hands and limbs, and the perpetual awareness that you're operating in sync with a handful or tens or even a large group of people.
anyways. thinking abt how wigfrid's 'spellbinding' singing voice absolutely did NOT come out of the blue. thinking about how she probably started singing alongside some sort of group before moving to actressing and spending the rest of her career and the rest of her life before the constant singing and being completely alone.
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Hey bestie, non combative ask I mean no harm - but I was wondering since you’re half native as well, what are your feelings towards Thanksgiving?? No wrong answers just being nosy do
socks my friend socks hellooooo
personally. just another Food And Seeing Family holiday. like my family never went to church so it's the same as Easter with but in fall and less eggs and candy and more turkey and Fall Stuff. my dad's family is states away while my moms is an hour away and that's The Indian Side so it's literally just. everyone goes to chill at memas house for a couole hours. we get to see my baby cousin and have good food and catch up and complain about family drama and that's about it tbh. very informal
there's not much I can personally Do about the concept and it's an excuse to have time off and see family I don't usually and have good food, but it's always been divorced from the original intent for us for obvious reasons. i don't hate it on the principle of its existence so much as I hate some attitudes about it and the Discourse surrounding it cause it's kinda just. clearly not going away. yes i am spiteful about white people who deny the reality of it, of course. but im not gonna waste Being Angry about a thing that's... I'm not gonna say harmless of course but it won't go away bc people like having time off work and/or opportunities to visit with family. but the people who refuse to acknowledge the fact that we're fed lies (at best) surrounding it from kindergarten onward until we learn about it either of our own accord or from family depending on circumstances and such, much less those who hold it as some kind of red blooded american ideal or whatever the hell else those kinds of people see it as. I understand not celebrating it as well bc like Yeah it definitely sucks origin wise and it can be hard to divorce the thing from its genesis, and maybe it was never a thing for your family to begin with. both stances are valid to me. it's mildly annoying when white people specifically try to do that. white guilt thing about apologizing or whatever but I don't see it or have it happen to me much anymore it's just kinda. a thing I coexist with. for me it's always just been an excuse to eat sweet potato pie yknow
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tldr : emo gay post
I came on Tumblr in 2011/2012. Maybe earlier who knows. Growing up strictly religious, this was my first place I could see queer content, where people didn't assume I was straight, (where I first fell in love with a girl), where I would see recs and posts that weren't straight ™.
I remember seeing this poem in an edit, and I remember seeing the author's name and thinking it's a man writing about a man. After googling and confirming the author was gay, I tried to consume any and all poems by him. I was heavily closeted still, no one knew I was bi.
I was in awe of this man. Who publicly wrote about this intimate love and didn't change pronouns, and was so open. I remember thinking, that could never be me. I was so scared to even look for his poems, I would have to google this on incognito tabs, log off and lock all my social media, never write or acknowledge I wasn't straight on any journal, all in fear anyone would find out.
I remember thinking it would be nice to own his book. It would never happen because I couldn't ask anyone to buy it, I couldn't even buy it without anyone finding out. It was just never going to happen just like I would never come out to anyone. It took years (too long tbh), leaving a cult, and a heartbreak to tell my close circle. Little by little, I started telling more people. Not in a big deal, just in mentioning it here or there. Now most of the people in my life know (and I'm emo now that I've just realized), and maybe I won't ever come out to my parents but that's for other personal reasons, but I'm out. When I never ever thought I would be. Never seemed like a possibility. Just like owning Crush never seemed like one.
Last weekend I remembered this poem and I bought the book, just like that. Holding it now in my hand feels so simple, like it's not a big deal at all. It feels surreal though because ten years ago, I was so sure it would never be possible. I was so sure I would never get to be this happy, this at peace with myself, this open and vulnerable with people. Like this feeling was for other people, I would never get to feel this free. I'm glad I was wrong.
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