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anonymous asked:

In the question I asked for tips/advice on surviving high school and complimented you blog :p you only responded with "thanks" aha

OH GAH I’m sorry! Geez, high school felt like ages ago. I think I aged a few decades in the last semester. There are so many things I wish I knew in high school, I hope I can provide some insight!

ACADEMICS

  • Get in a habit of not procrastinating. As tumblr has taught me but I can never remember the original author: procrastination is a thief of time. I know it’s really tempting to always put off work until the last minute, but it turns into a terrible habit that I see biting peoples’ asses all. the. time. If you procrastinate, try to veer away from it by giving yourself a todo list every day and making a point to follow through. It’ll help in the long run.
  • Learn how to take notes. I can’t learn from my notes if they’re messy and disorganized. Find a systematic way to take your notes - they can be different for every class! Having good notes is the foundation of so many things - once you have good notes, you can build a new way to study off of them instead of having to go to your textbook for information.
  • Learn how you learn. One of the things that bothered me about high school is the fact that the education system and teachers try to impose learning and study methods onto students. Not everyone learns/studies the same way. It’s primitive that you figure out how you study best. I went through various studying methods and found that I study differently for different classes, depending on the topic and work load. High school is the best time to experiment!
  • Get in a habit of planning and organizing. It’s one of those techniques that will carry you so so far. I have lists and planners that I bring with me everywhere so it prevents me from forgetting things and staying on top of my work. Once junior/senior year approaches, there will be so many deadlines and things to do! Get in a habit of organizing your days to make sure you don’t suffer the consequences of negligence.

High school isn’t all about academics. It’s important to do well academically, but remember that high school is your time for self-discovery and growing into the person you’re proud of. I think i’ve been really lucky in terms of everything that has happened to me in terms of friends and family because I came out the other side as a mature young woman.

FRIENDS

  • You will reach a point in your life when you realize that despite having 1000 friends on Facebook, that number won’t mean anything when it’s 4 AM and you’re breaking down. Choose good friends. If you have good friends, I mean, really genuine friends that you can count on one hand, you’re doing well.
  • Popularity doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s because I went to school in NYC, but my school didn’t have cliques…or any that I knew of. Everyone was kind of interwoven, but we still had our differences. Your reputation in high school will not follow you into college and the rest of your life. 
  • Do not sacrifice your morals and self-dignity. Do not give in to peer pressure. Do not justify anything because “your friends do it.” Your friends are not an excuse for you to do things you know are wrong. And if you have friends who scold you for not doing something you don’t want to do, you’re making the wrong friends.
  • It’s okay to walk away from people you know are growing apart from you. Do not let tumblr convince you that you cannot walk away from friends, or people in general, if they are demeaning you, or if you know that you have grown apart as people. But remember that just people you’re growing apart as friends is not a reason to walk away. Friends grow…individually. Sometimes, your friends can teach you new things that may not resemble what you believe in. 
  • Be open-minded to new things. Do not build up walls of ignorance because you think you’re always right. You will never be always right. Remember that we have worlds out there in the universe that we don’t even understand yet. We still haven’t found the cure for cancer. We do not know everything and thus, you do not know everything. Never think you do - always be open-minded.

RELATIONSHIPS
If I remember correctly, relationships were a huge thing back in  my day (hurhur a few months ago), and I can’t imagine that it’s changed much.

  • Compromise. As high school students, it’s easy to fall into a routine of thinking everything’s always okay and once you guys have an argument, that’s the end of the relationship. It’s not. A relationship should be measured by overcoming obstacles, but how fast you break down from one.
  • The most important thing to have in common is morals. You can like different movies, music, and have different groups of friends. But as long as you have similar morals, beliefs, and ways of life, everything else will work itself out.
  • You are young. Be reckless in love. Do things you won’t be able to do later on. There are things that you can’t do when you grow older. Take advantage and do it now. Be lovey-dovey in public. Don’t regret it.
  • Rational, Mama Chen speaking: even while being reckless, don’t be stupid. Do not date a boy just because he’s physically attractive. Peel away the layers of his being. Watch him sleep. Listen to him sing in the shower. Find out what songs he sings in the shower. Feel his heartbeat when you’re together. Know him, and let him know you. Break down his walls. Simmer down yours. 
  • Have enough fire in your soul to start a wildfire. But simmer it down just enough to start a fireplace. Do not give away your dignity and self-independence for a boy who is not permanent in your life. Do not break down your morals, do not sacrifice who you are. If he cannot accept, adore, and love what’s behind your eyes and buried in the crevices of your heart, he does not deserve you.

FAMILY

  • Family is important. At the end of the day, they are your blood, and they want what is best for you. My parents and I never had a good relationship growing up but things change and people grow. If you and your parents don’t have a good relationship, build one. Tell jokes, tell them every piece of how your day went. 
  • I do “sweet and sour” with my parents and my siblings. We tell the sweetest parts of our day and the sourest. My laughs feel the fuzziest when they’re shared with my parents.
  • Know that your parents want what’s best for you. The most famous mentality is that your parents want to give you everything they weren’t able to achieve at this age. They will critique, they will demean (even if they don’t really mean or recognize it), but they will also love you and try to heal you. They are not perfect, and you can’t expect perfection from them. But they try, I swear they do.
  • My parents and I were in horrible terms until junior year when I had several AP classes and was drowning under acute depression. For the last 16 years, both my parents put such heavy emphasis on academic achievement, and my lack there off signifies my failure as a human being and as a part of the family. But one day, my dad came in one day and he said, “I noticed that you haven’t been happy lately. And if everything becomes too much and you’re not happy anymore, know that school is not important. I would rather have you here than have these numbers prove how good you were.” And I think that’s when everything changed.

THINGS NOT TO FORGET

  • You can do it and I love you.
No Hope for the Collective

The News

I’ll start with the bad news: we are doomed. The good news: you are not doomed.

There is no hope for the collective. We aren’t all going to make it out of delusion. It’s not likely for everyone to realize their freedom during our time on this planet. There will be no global awakening or mass enlightenment, no shift in shared human consciousness, no spiritual revolution. There will never be a utopia on Earth. Humanity at large will remain enslaved to authority and to itself, in delusion for as long as it exists on this planet.

Despite the fact that there is no chance at freedom for the collective people, your individual potential for liberation remains unchanged. Your own awakening out of delusion and into liberation is a very real possibility, available to you in this life, in this moment, here and now.

Awakening involves first an abandoning of groupthink, of ideology, of belief systems, dogma and religion, of philosophy, of culture and tradition. All of these ideas have come from the group, from the outside. They are all lies. They do not truly belong to you. They have not come from within your own being. They are an insult to your dignity as an intelligent, critically thinking human being. They burden you. They keep you in chains.

To realize your freedom, you must let all borrowed ideas go. To awaken, you must free yourself from the brainwash and conditioning that has been inflicted upon you from the group. You must give up your identity as a member of the collective and reclaim your individuality. You must stand naked in solitude before existence; tabla rasa.

Of course, this isn’t really news. This has been the case for all people, throughout all of human history. Many that have realized their own freedom from this world of bondage have shared this same message before. We cannot all awaken, but you alone can.

We Live in a Dystopia

Some might feel that there is some hope, that the common people do have a good chance at rising up, taking down those that abuse their positions of power, and bringing equality and peace to everyone. This may have been a possibility sometime in the past. Many visionaries have had ideas about it. Today, our chances at a mass revolution, be it political, economical, or spiritual are slim. We are doomed. Here’s why I feel this way.

I have come across only one true prophet. He wasn’t a character out of some dusty old book and as far as I can tell, he wasn’t very mystical. In his novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four, published in 1949, he writes of a futuristic totalitarian society. He depicts a world where a place untouched by surveillance is rare, where an intentionally endless war is fought, where falling in love is a crime and where thinking a thought against those in power is a death sentence.

He wrote, “If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.” When published sixty five years ago, it would have been reasonable for some to see his work as cynical and crazy and to simply cast it off as well written fiction; the product of a dark imagination. At that time, many would have been skeptical of the possibility that his futuristic dystopian society could actually become a reality. Well, it’s too late for skepticism and critique now, because it is a reality. The only true prophet was George Orwell and his fiction is our reality.

We don’t need a vision of the future. We don’t need to close our eyes and exert our mental energy to imagine anything. Take a look around. As a collective people, it’s too late for us. We’re fucked. (But you are not.)

Anyone that is willing to be honest can take a look and see clearly what our circumstances are. Look at how a few corporations have a stranglehold on the economy, then look at who controls the media, and then look at who controls the government. Inquire into who is paying who to bring you information. Look into the affairs of organized religion and wonder about what their real interests are. Find out about democracy in its original form and then compare it with the version of democracy you have been given.

They’re Always Watching

Today, in 2014, Orwell’s 1984 surveillance technology is a little obsolete. He imagined that they would need helicopters to snoop into people’s windows. He imagined that there would be a single telescreen per household, broadcasting propaganda on a video screen and recording people’s every move with a video camera.

Well George, in 2014, those in power don’t have to force any of these surveillance devices on us. We call them superphones and we will gladly pay for them, so long as we each have our own. We only ask that they come with a passcode lock feature to prevent our friends and family from invading our privacy. The best ones come with two high definition surveillance cameras and a microphone that is always listening. They have a loudspeaker that accompanies a high definition screen and an electronic notepad and keyboard that stores all that we write. They also include a global positioning feature that emits a signal which reveals our exact location within ten feet of accuracy. Our superphones are connected at all times (unless, perish the thought, their rechargeable battery is drained) to a network which can be accessed by anyone, so long as they know what they’re doing. We trust that those who know what they’re doing have no interest in invading our privacy. Oh, and they’re completely wireless too!

A little more than a decade ago, I remember hearing some conspiracy theory about how in the future we would all be forced by the government to get a microchip implanted in our skin, for whatever reasons. That scared the shit out of me as a kid. Today however, we will gladly pay our money to carry, for all intents and purposes, that same microchip around in our pockets and handbags as long as we can use it to take a #selfie.

Before I continue, I’d like to make it clear that I am not against technology by any means. I wrote much of this post on a superphone while its front-facing high resolution camera stared right at me. It very well could have been taking photos of me and sending them to some top level secret spy agency. At this point, I don’t give a fuck. The internet may have no privacy, your phone may be tapped, but that does not render them useless. Make use of these technologies anyway. Make them work for you so that you win in the end. It is certainly possible, if you are a wise individual.

I am not advocating that we abandon technology, that we fight for our privacy or that we resist Big Brother. Resistance is futile. It is too late to resist. Collectively, we are doomed. We will never be free. My message is that as a population, we are doomed, but that you, as an individual, are not.

They may invade your worldly privacy, but they cannot touch who you are on the level of being, of consciousness, of spirit. Put a buddha in chains and she remains free. The only way to realize your buddha nature is by taking responsibility for your own freedom, as an individual.

Let’s pretend hypothetically that those in power really have no interest in snooping around our personal matters. If tomorrow, they suddenly became interested, they could find out almost everything about us within a few hours at most. The infrastructure is already in place. The telescreens are in our hands, the satellites are in orbit, Instagram has all of our photos, Facebook knows who we’re with, where and why, and Google knows exactly how we got there and how we’re getting home. They can already read our minds. We allow them access without a problem. It’s called Twitter.

Sharing this information on these platforms is not something they would need to even force us to do. With mainstream media, they have bombarded us with unreal expectations of happiness and ruined our self-esteem. Consequently, we already willingly play show and tell for our friends online in an attempt to gain validation which our poor egos so desperately need.

The fact of the matter is however, that those in power are interested in invading our privacy. Not only are they interested, they are currently acting on those interests without much of a problem. This is not my opinion or a theory. This is fact. They don’t necessarily know everything about us right now, but it is still early. They want to know and they can, so eventually, they will.

Those in power only have an interest in keeping things under control. By invading our privacy, by influencing the way we feel, think and behave, they maintain control. They will only continue to exert more and more power over the population. For the collective people, the future will only get dimmer and dimmer.

Sheep

The foolish masses look to the people in power for support and protection. These people in power have absolutely no primary interest whatsoever in the well being of the population. They have no respect for us as people, because we never demanded it.

I am not saying we must start demanding respect, privacy or dignity. It’s too late for that. Be realistic. Some feel that one billion people could easily overthrow any government, if only they realized their strength in numbers. This is correct. It’s also highly unlikely considering that in order for this to happen, one billion people need to remove their individual blindfolds first. Consider how one shepherd herds many animals. The animals could easily trample him and live freely. They won’t though, because they’re too dumb. The population as a whole is no different. But you are not the population. You are an intelligent individual.

Everyone, except for the most naive of people, has at least some suspicion that those in positions of power are corrupt liars and cheaters. Most, if not all politicians are known to be full of shit, those in government are known to be a bunch of overtaxing bastards, and so on. Everyone is aware of some form of corruption in the government.

This is not all part of a paranoid conspiracy theory I’m trying to weave together for you. This is not news. Everyone is aware of all of this, to some extent. But there was just never any concrete evidence to support these sentiments. There was never any real way to prove that the government was really up to no good.

Then one day, Edward Snowden came along with his leaks about the NSA. These revelations are profound. To anyone with half a brain, they aren’t exactly shocking or surprising. They do however confirm any suspicions that the government is abusing its power. Snowden’s whistle blowing reveals simply that the government has interests which are far more important than in the well being of the population. Suddenly, we have something solid, no matter how small it is (though his leaks are not small at all), to prove that the government is fucking us over. We have a case. We have a chance at this.

Yet nothing. No real action is taken. Three hundred million Americans are given evidence that proves their government has betrayed them. And still nothing. They remain obedient, passive and in denial. Instead, the betrayal on Breaking Bad or the trade of a favourite hockey player sparks a greater emotional response.

We have come to be so disengaged with our own lives that it is impossible for us to even realize when something significant takes place that demands our action. Our collective attention is cast permanently outwards, at the other. We sit passively engaged in other people’s lives, disconnected from our own, numb to what is actually happening to us.

I suspect that the NSA doesn’t really give a shit about Snowden and his leaks at this point. I bet they’re laughing. They might as well have leaked all this information themselves considering that no significant amount of people have engaged with it in any meaningful way. They know that people are distracted, looking outwards, unconcerned about their own lives, their family’s lives or their fellow citizens’ lives. If today, given the revelations about the NSA, there still hasn’t been any action, there never will be.

The collective population is fast asleep, showing no signs of waking up any time soon. It seems they enjoy sleeping, so don’t disturb them. You don’t need to begin a campaign to tell the people they are all doomed. If they really wanted to know, they would see it. It’s so god damn obvious. They don’t want to know. They are content in denial and bondage and there is nothing wrong with that. Do not disturb them. I mean this sincerely.

If you have the arrogance to think that you could lead all of these sleepwalkers out of the darkness and into the light, take action and do it. Be well aware that your peers are stubborn, blind and most of all, comfortable. You probably can’t do it. I challenge you to prove me wrong. Let’s see a utopia.

The Inner Revolution

Do you think those in power have not accounted for every possible scenario of rebellion or revolution by the masses? They are one million steps ahead. The only thing they cannot account for, they cannot avoid, they cannot fight against is the rebellion of the individual from the collective all together. There is no force in all of existence can stop the silent inner revolution of an individual. Nothing can stop an individual on the path to liberation.

If you are a critically thinking individual, recognize that your best shot at spiritual awakening, at freedom, is on your own. All of humanity is not going to wake up with you. To awaken, you must go off, alone.

Abandon all hope in your peers and trust yourself.

The Net

The collective people are caught in a net. The holes in the net are only big enough for single individuals to escape through. The reason the group remains caught is because everyone is holding hands, clinging to one another’s approval, another’s belief system, another’s narrative. The group finds a false sense of security holding one another’s hands. By holding hands, individuals surrender their individuality and become blind to the fact that they are all caught in the net together, enslaved by none other than each other. They feel as long as they are all in this together, then it is okay. As long as bondage is shared, it can be tolerated. They make pacts to hold each other’s hands and to stay trapped together, forever.

As a group, the collective people trapped in the net are all doomed. It is impossible for them to escape together, no matter how hard they try. Being part of any group is enslavement. Freedom lies only in individuality. No matter who you are associated with – buddhas, billionaires, leaders or rebels, family or friends, any association is bondage.

Rarely, someone finds themselves trapped in this net and recognizes that freedom is a possibility. They see that the only way to escape, is to let go of the group, and to slip through the net as an individual. That someone could be you.

The net can’t be cut. An individual doesn’t need to engage the net in on its own level in combat. The only way out is through. The individual severs their ties with the group, they abandon all ideology and they slip quietly, courageously, through the net.

This individual rebellion, this inner revolution, this reclaiming of one’s dignity as a human being is the greatest force in all of existence. Once someone recognizes their circumstances and acknowledges the possibility of freedom, there is nothing that can stop them from ultimate liberation.

As an individual, you are not doomed. I invite you to let go of the group, leave behind your borrowed ideologies, beliefs, dogmas and fears and to free yourself.

Experience for Yourself

What it means to leave the net and reclaim your individuality, to abandon ideology, groupthink, religion, culture and belief systems is to simply bring your attention inwards, to your own personal experience of reality here and now.

To let go of groupthink means to give up faith in others and to trust yourself to make sense of your experiences on your own. The priest may have seen god. His experience is of no value to you. Disregard him. Seek to find god for yourself. The scientist may have seen an atom. Her experience is of no value to you either. Disregard her. Seek to understand reality for yourself.

Someone that has truly found Truth does not encourage you to follow them, or to bow down before them. Someone that has truly found Truth invites you to come and see it for yourself. They respect your dignity as an individual; they don’t demand your faith or your belief. They acknowledge that your potential as a human being is equal to theirs. If they were able to find Truth, then you certainly are too. Revoke all idolization, all attachment and all faith in others. Seek to understand life for yourself.

Do not live through other people’s experiences. So many individuals have given up their own experience in exchange for an identity as a fan of a sports team. They have been fooled into investing their time, money and emotional energy into the athletes’ experiences. Sports fans sit at home and say “we won” with pride and “we lost” with sadness as if they had any significant impact on the performance of the athletes. This is outrageous.

It is true, not all people are gifted enough to be world class athletes. But that does not mean that one must turn into a passive spectator, disengaged from their own life. One can still observe and enjoy sports all the while being fully engaged in their own life experience. One can turn watching sports from a passive pastime into an active experience.  Take note of how the athletes are able to push themselves under pressure, see if you can recognize when they become frustrated and how that affects their performance and see if you can observe the point when they enter the flow state. Take their experiences and learn from them. Apply the lessons in your own life, through your own experience rather than living vicariously through theirs.

The scientist may have seen an atom, but have you? Unless you have experienced for yourself, take all other people’s claims to be nothing but unverified rumours. Be doubtful, skeptical, critical. Do not revoke your faith in the old fashioned priest and then immediately hand it over to the modern day scientist.

To you, there is no difference between one who claims to have had a mystical encounter with an angel and a scientist that publishes a paper about something she saw under a microscope. To you, both claims are equally unverified should therefore not be accepted as ultimately true. To accept anyone’s claims as true is to surrender your own ability to understand reality for yourself.

It does not matter how many other people have experienced it or believed it, you must always remain critical of every piece of information you encounter. Never forget that there was a time when most people believed the world was flat. Never forget about the placebo effect. The only thing of real significance in your life is your own experience.

You are just as able as anyone else to make sense of this. You are alive, as a human being. If anyone has a chance at understanding what’s going on here, it’s you, through your own experience.

Talk With Action

Many feel that this individual, personal approach to freedom is selfish and mistaken. They feel that as a collective of beings on this planet, we must all work together, in unity and community, towards our own shared evolution, awakening, shift in consciousness, enlightenment. I feel this is a load of shit. Groupthink, no matter how freedom oriented, no matter how positive, has always failed and will always fail.

Throughout history, there have been many individuals that have attained liberation. There has never once been a group of two or more, however. No partners, groups, sects, traditions, communities, or civilizations have ever realized enlightenment together. Enlightenment has only ever been realized by individuals.

Still, there are many people that are partial to the school of thought which holds the belief that the collective consciousness of humanity is capable of awakening together, all at once. They are hopeful for the future. They join together to make the world a better place and to raise the vibrational frequency of the planet. They hold hands and frolic in the meadows, talking about stuff. They believe that at a certain point sometime in the future, a shift will happen, and click, everyone will just be awakened and planet Earth will be transformed into a utopia.

Many people from this collective awakening school of thought belong to the large new age community. Some were brought up to believe in the existence of heaven in an afterlife. They recognized the ridiculousness of this idea, but not completely. They simply shifted their belief in heaven after death to heaven on earth, sometime in the near future, following the collective awakening of all sentient beings, or something.

For them, the idea of a collective awakening is always only a possibility in the future. For those in favour of it, it is never a possibility here and now. There are always many excuses: there is still work to be done, there are still issues to be resolved, the frequency is not high enough, the wise ones have yet to arrive, the arch angels have yet to send the message, not everyone has seen the light yet.

Time is an illusion. Tomorrow never comes. Considering that the collective awakening is only expected to take place sometime in the future, it will never happen. Your own awakening however, can take place right here and now. It only takes a clear moment to just see what is.

Naturally, more people are in favor of collective awakening than to individual awakening. The reasons for this are quite simple. By claiming that the collective awakening is possible for humanity at large, people become dependent on others to progress. They are easily able to fall into passivity by simply saying that they are waiting for the others to catch up, or that the others are holding them back. Those that look forward to a collective awakening can easily hand off any responsibility to the group at large. Nothing gets done when everyone is waiting for everyone else.

The few people that recognize that awakening is possible only for the individual take responsibility for their own circumstances and take action. They recognize that there is no one to blame, no one to depend on and no one to help. They begin to get it done, on their own, and certainly, all individuals that truly realize the significance of the possibility of their own awakening, do indeed attain liberation.

The reason that many spiritual seekers insist on the collective whatever is simply because they are too afraid to claim their own individuality and responsibility for their own freedom. But you are not the collective, you are not the group, and you are not a group thinker. You are an individual capable of thinking critically for yourself. You have the highest potential for freedom.

Though my sentiments may be disparaging towards the collective, they are empowering for you as an individual, if you are able to recognize it. I will always be misunderstood by the collective, by the group thinker. Only individuals can understand what I am saying.

I challenge any sincere people that truly believe in the possibility of a collective awakening to prove it. Prove that freedom for all is waiting, sometime in the future. Show me a utopia. Talk with action. If you truly believe that a collective, synchronized meditation will result in awakening on a mass scale, you better make it happen. If you truly believe that we will all burst into enlightenment once everything comes together, you better make sure everything comes together, pronto. Work day and night towards it.

If you could recognize just how profound these claims actually are, you would certainly let them consume your life completely; there would be no down time. Follow through with utmost sincerity and dedication with these ideas or let them go completely.

I recognized that only I could make a difference for my own situation and so I did that. I took action because I saw just how profound the possibility of individual freedom was. The path to awakening consumed me. Whether you feel that a collective awakening is possible or whether you recognize that your own awakening is possible, allow either path to take over every moment of your life or don’t bother with any of this at all.

As a collective, we may be able to fight for great things, like the legalization of gay marriage and drugs. After these achievements, we will fight for something else. The collective will go on fighting for nice things, but this is ultimately no different than fighting for a bigger prison cell. The only thing really worth fighting for is one’s own liberation.

Make no mistake about it. The fight for one’s freedom is a brutal war that is waged upon oneself only. Going within and cutting away one’s ties to borrowed beliefs, conditioning and identity is the most gruesome task conceivable. For this reason, I am sick of the heartfelt bullshit that comes out of the new age community about how we are all going to make it together, in love, in unity. These are mere children’s bedtime tales, not war stories. The battle for your own freedom is the only true war and only you can fight it.

Conclusion

Though my tone may sound urgent and paranoid at times, I am really not too concerned about any of this. This is not an anti-establishment-fuck-the-system rant or a tantrum against the new age community (okay, maybe a little one). This is ultimately a pro-individual declaration of freedom.

I don’t have any agenda to wake anyone up, to preach ‘the way out of the net’ or to smash the state. I am not an optimist. I am simply realistic. I don’t expect seven billion people to abandon groupthink, reclaim their individuality and slip through the net one at a time. Though it is as possible as anything, it is highly unlikely.

Personally, I am lazy, perfectly content and only somewhat dedicated to pointing the way out of bondage for any individual that seeks freedom. I enjoy writing for the sake of writing and so I do so. Reviewing this post, I must add that it was written in a rather interesting state of mind after I finished reading 1984. Now, a couple of weeks later, I am tempted to scrap it all together because there is something missing from it. I can’t say what it is, but fuck it. I’ll post it anyway. These are just notes, after all.

If the NSA is reading, I assure you, I am not a threat. I am simply a fool. I appreciate the genius in your methods of surveillance and control. Please don’t take down my site.

Though it is possible for us all to be buddhas, I know that it is only likely for a few people. This message is only meant for that handful of people that are capable of hearing what I am saying. Most will not come into contact with my message at all. Many will misunderstand it and leave it, even less will think they have understood when they have not, and still even less will truly hear it and act upon it. If you feel that you are capable, then you are. It is then your duty, to nobody but yourself, to reclaim your own life and freedom.

This situation is likely to only get worse for the group. It will not get better. It will not end. There will probably be no successful global revolution. More and more power will continue to be exerted upon the group. The boot will keep stamping. This situation, however, can only get better for the individual. At the moment, the individual is completely disregarded, oppressed, cast away. There is no lower that the individual can sink. It has reached rock bottom, it is considered peripheral, unimportant. This is good. This means that for the individual, there is nothing worse and only something better. For you, this is not so bad. For you, this is exciting.

The complete text of Hillary Clinton’s speech/email to supporters:

Thank you.

Last night, I congratulated Donald Trump and offered to work with him on behalf of our country. I hope that he will be a successful president for all Americans.

This is not the outcome we wanted or we worked so hard for, and I’m sorry we did not win this election for the values we share and the vision we hold for our country.

But I feel pride and gratitude for this wonderful campaign that we built together –- this vast, diverse, creative, unruly, energized campaign. You represent the best of America, and being your candidate has been one of the greatest honors of my life.

I know how disappointed you feel, because I feel it too. And so do tens of millions of Americans who invested their hopes and dreams in this effort. This is painful, and it will be for a long time. But I want you to remember this: Our campaign was never about one person or even one election. It was about the country we love – and about building an America that’s hopeful, inclusive, and big-hearted.

We have seen that our nation is more deeply divided than we thought. But I still believe in America –- and I always will. And if you do, too, then we must accept this result -– and then look to the future.

Donald Trump is going to be our president. We owe him an open mind and the chance to lead.

Our constitutional democracy enshrines the peaceful transfer of power, and we don’t just respect that, we cherish it. It also enshrines other things –- the rule of law, the principle that we’re all equal in rights and dignity, and the freedom of worship and expression. We respect and cherish these things too – and we must defend them.

And let me add: Our constitutional democracy demands our participation, not just every four years, but all the time. So let’s do all we can to keep advancing the causes and values we all hold dear: making our economy work for everyone, not just those at the top; protecting our country and protecting our planet; and breaking down all the barriers that hold anyone back from achieving their dreams.

We’ve spent a year and a half bringing together millions of people from every corner of our country to say with one voice that we believe that the American Dream is big enough for everyone – for people of all races and religions, for men and women, for immigrants, for LGBT people, and people with disabilities.

Our responsibility as citizens is to keep doing our part to build that better, stronger, fairer America we seek. And I know you will.

I am so grateful to stand with all of you.

I want to thank Tim Kaine and Anne Holton for being our partners on this journey. It gives me great hope and comfort to know that Tim will remain on the front-lines of our democracy, representing Virginia in the Senate.

To Barack and Michelle Obama: Our country owes you an enormous debt of gratitude for your graceful, determined leadership, and so do I.

To Bill, Chelsea, Marc, Charlotte, Aidan, our brothers, and our entire family, my love for you means more than I can ever express.

You crisscrossed this country on my behalf and lifted me up when I needed it most –- even four-month old Aidan traveling with his mom.

I will always be grateful to the creative, talented, dedicated men and women at our headquarters in Brooklyn and across our country who poured their hearts into this campaign. For you veterans, this was a campaign after a campaign – for some of you, this was your first campaign ever. I want each of you to know that you were the best campaign anyone has had.

To all the volunteers, community leaders, activists, and union organizers who knocked on doors, talked to neighbors, posted on Facebook - even in secret or in private: Thank you.

To everyone who sent in contributions as small as $5 and kept us going, thank you.

And to all the young people in particular, I want you to hear this. I’ve spent my entire adult life fighting for what I believe in. I’ve had successes and I’ve had setbacks -– sometimes really painful ones. Many of you are at the beginning of your careers. You will have successes and setbacks, too.

This loss hurts. But please, please never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it. It’s always worth it. And we need you keep up these fights now and for the rest of your lives.

To all the women, and especially the young women, who put their faith in this campaign and in me, I want you to know that nothing has made me prouder than to be your champion.

I know that we still have not shattered that highest glass ceiling. But some day someone will -– hopefully sooner than we might think right now.

And to all the little girls watching right now, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world.

Finally, I am grateful to our country for all it has given me.

I count my blessings every day that I am an American. And I still believe, as deeply as I ever have, that if we stand together and work together, with respect for our differences, strength in our convictions, and love for this nation -– our best days are still ahead of us.

You know I believe we are stronger together and will go forward together. And you should never be sorry that you fought for that.

Scripture tells us: “Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season, we shall reap, if we do not lose heart.”

My friends, let us have faith in each other. Let us not grow weary. Let us not lose heart. For there are more seasons to come and there is more work to do.

I am incredibly honored and grateful to have had this chance to represent all of you in this consequential election. May God bless you and god bless the United States of America.

Hillary

"Just a Nurse"

I didn’t catch the Miss America competition this weekend, as it was my weekend to work. Not that I would’ve watched anyway, I’ve never been much of a “girly girl”. I suppose that’s why Emergency nursing attracted me. I knew I could do things in the Emergency Department that I would never do anywhere else. Not to mention the autonomy I have there. We are respected by our physicians as the best of the best. So, while the Miss America pageant was broadcasting, I was starting my second 12 hour night shift. I was running a Level 1 Trauma center Emergency Department, as the charge nurse. I was assessing patients coming in by squad with my nifty “doctors stethoscope” and being gatekeeper to the unending lines of squads and patients checking in.

After my 36 hours in the Emergency Department this weekend (what did you do with your weekend?), I slept most of the day Monday. My sleep was broken by the myriad of daytime noises… kids playing, lawn mowers, cars coming and going from the neighbor’s, and our two cats meowing, wanting my attention. When my boyfriend finally called and woke me at 4pm, I felt like I had wasted the entire day, yet only gotten a couple hours of broken sleep. I stumbled to the shower, hoping I could at least salvage the evening.

I spent that evening having dinner with a colleague, an advanced practice nurse with two masters degrees, and my wonderful boyfriend, who listened to us bitch endlessly about the bullshit we put up with just to do our job properly. He has the patience of a saint, not to mention he respects my work. Doesn’t hurt that he’s in love with me either. 😉

Tuesday, I woke up bright and early, ready to accomplish something with my only full day off. But, a morning doctors appt quickly turned into a specialists visit and minor surgery for my boyfriend. He picked me up and I went with him so that I could drive him home afterward and decifer any home going instructions he received. Plus, I’m also in love with him, and wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. I was sent to the waiting area while he had the procedure where I sat and stewed… I don’t make a good patient, and I make an even worse patients significant other. I mentally checked off all the things I should be on the look out for… fevers, increased swelling, drainage, bleeding, cellulitis, MRSA, etc. Once we were done, I dropped off his prescriptions at the pharmacy and took him home to rest. But, by the time we made the 30 minute trip, the area in question was already significantly swollen and didn’t look right to me. We called the doctors office, but had to leave a voicemail. Then, I waited. And I got him lunch, and picked up his prescriptions, and watched the area like a hawk, while I waited for the office to return the call. I got him a cold pack to put on it, in hopes the swelling would slow, and worried. We watched movies and I stayed with him all afternoon and evening, because again, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You see, this girl who is “just a nurse”, doesn’t ever stop being a nurse. Even on my days off, my boyfriend will attest to the fact that I am frequently stewing over a work situation, or a sick patient I took care of, or working on items for one of the many committees I belong to in the hospital. When I’m not doing those things, I’m a mother, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend and I’m still a nurse. And I take care of the people I love. Even if it’s just to answer a phone call and reassure them they’re not going to die from taking motrin 5 hours apart instead of 6. Yes, this actually happens to us all the time.

My point being, that by Tuesday night, I was finally relaxed enough to scroll through my Facebook feed and catch up on the offensive and appalling comments Joy Behar made on The View about Miss Colorado. You can Google it if you haven’t already heard, but she questioned why she was wearing a “doctors stethoscope” and basically mocked her, calling her “just a nurse.”

Now, I don’t watch much television, I’m too busy for that. So, I’m sure that The View will never miss my patronage, since they never had it to begin with. But let me just say, of all professions to mock, nursing is not the one. With over 3 million nurses in the US alone, not to mention the family, friends and colleagues that love and respect us, you just pissed off the wrong crowd.

Think about this, the very first stethoscope laid on an infants chest after delivery is held in the hands of a nurse. The very last person to hold your hand, or wash your worn out body after you pass from this life to the next, is a nurse. The last person to catch a medication error before it kills you, is a nurse. The person that decides who is seen immediately and who waits in the Emergency Department, is a nurse. The person that watches over your premature infant all night long, and can detect the slightest change in their status, and is responsible for calling in a team to rapidly assess and care for them, is a nurse. When you are critically ill or injured and need flown from a scene or to a hospital with a higher level of care, you are taken by helicopter with a nurse. When you can no longer care for your aging parents, or disabled child, and they are placed in long term care, you rely on nurses. So, when you insult such a large and varied group of professionals, you should know that we will defend ourselves tirelessly for the respect we deserve. Luckily for Joy Behar and her table of witless, intellectually challenged cohorts, the nurses of the world are still bound by law and by profession to provide you with the same care they would their own family member. Unlike Kim Davis, the clerk in Tennessee who is hiding behind her religion as a reason not to do her job, we are professionals, and we will never walk away from someone who needs us, just because we don’t share the same religion, ethics, education, ethnicity, sexual orientation or political beliefs. We are nurses, and we are damn proud of it.

So, Joy Behar, I would like to know what you did with your weekend. When was the last time you saved a life? Have you ever carried a 4 year old to the morgue after they died at the hands of their own parent? Have you ever held brain tissue in your hands after a 16 year old shoots himself in the head? Have you ever picked grass and dirt out of severed limb so that it can reattached to the 8 year old that fell under a riding lawn mower? Have you ever been attacked by a family member of a dead child, after you did everything in your power to save their life? Have you ever left the bedside of your own dying family member to go to work to care for someone else’s sick child? Have you missed out on countless holidays, birthdays and school plays to be cussed at and berated by the people you are bound to care for? Do you lay awake at night wondering if you did enough, worked hard enough or advocated to the best of your ability for the sick and dying? Have you ever done CPR on a coworker? Because I have… and when I get dressed for work tonight and put on my scrubs and hang that “doctors stethoscope” around my neck, please know that will spend all 12 hours working my ass off to save lives, and honor my profession to the best of my ability. And I won’t be losing any sleep over the comments you so carelessly made about me and my colleagues. You sit behind a desk and talk shit about something you obviously know nothing about. Until you’ve walked the proverbial mile in my shoes, you should refrain from ever opening those flapping jowls of yours again with criticism of my profession. You will never have even an ounce of the dignity, courage and professionalism displayed by nurses across the country. You are a disgrace, and I sincerely hope you never speak in public again, unless it’s to offer a sincere and heartfelt apology to nurses everywhere.

Sincerely,

“Just a Nurse”

The Invitation...a CSSS fic

Ho ho ho! I have a belated Christmas delivery for the gorgeous @auguststolemyheart - my CSSS and wonderfully patient woman. Em, It has been a blast getting to know you, not anonymously for quite as long as was ideal LOL, and I am delighted to have another Southern Hemisphere friend to add to my small collection. Aussie Oncers seem to be a rare breed so I love meeting a new one!

You told me you were a sucker for an AU so that is the route I went - my take on the good old fake dating trope with a Christmassy background. As happens to me from time to time, it has grown somewhat from a one shot so the second part will be along shortly.

Thanks to @tnlph for the beta read too x

Rated - T  2400 words

The Invitation

The invitation had been sitting on Emma Swan’s kitchen counter for weeks, taunting her as the RSVP date got closer and closer. Understated, as was everything her sister-in-law did, no over the top candy canes or grinning Santas but clearly a summoning to Christmas celebrations that was not to be ignored. For the fifth time that day, Emma picked up the piece of card, hoping that this time the line that had been tormenting her since she first opened the envelope would have been magically rewritten. She held her breath while she read, but it was not to be. Right there, in Mary Margaret’s flourished hand at the bottom of the invitation.

Can’t wait to see you and Killian. About time we met him!

Nope. It was still there. The very definite expectation that she would not be attending this particular family gathering alone, the way she had every other one in recent memory. She would be bringing her boyfriend and no discussion would be entered into.

Which would be fine. Perfect even.

If said boyfriend was real.

Oh Killian was real. He was attractive and charming and funny and all round delightful. He cooked, loved small children and animals, was kind to the elderly and used Princess Bride quotes in day to day life.

In other words - he was perfect.

He was just not Emma Swan’s boyfriend.

It had seemed the perfect solution when the questions started rolling in.

“Anyone special in your life, Ems?”

“You are getting out there? Not scaring men away?”

“When was the last time you got laid?” This last one was from her best friend Ruby, never one to mince her words in all the time Emma had known her.

To all these questions she had tried the vague and noncommittal approach but to no avail. Her brother and his wife started to discuss potential blind dates and Ruby had threatened to ‘employ’ someone to do the deed if she didn’t start to change her attitude.

What better way to stave off their unwanted attention than with a boyfriend, Emma had thought? A work colleague, or an acquaintance turned into more, with the added bonus of living many many miles away from her friends and family in Storybrooke.

Killian Jones had walked into the elevator in their building and into her possibly ill-conceived plans at the same time.

Neighbours for four years, Killian and Emma had built a friendship of sorts, founded on his well developed organisational skills and Emma’s lack thereof. When she left her laundry in the machine for days, he dried and folded it for her. When she came home late at night with a burning need for breakfast for dinner, he was the willing provider of milk not curdled in the base of the carton.

Over the years, their friendship had developed to the point of semi regular Friday night movie marathons and Sunday brunches. He baked her a cake on her birthday and she spent weeks before his searching for a card with just the right punchline to remind him of his advancing years.

Emma was the first to admit she was not an easy person to be friends with.  Life had not been generous in the ‘smooth sailing’ department and she eyed people warily, protecting herself with a sharp tongue and high walls. But somehow Killian had managed to infiltrate her barricades, just as her adopted brother David had done in her teenage years, and she valued his friendship more than she would ever admit.

Sure there had been moments when the thought of something more crossed her mind - the man was ridiculously handsome on top of being a capable and independent human being - but that kind of something more had never worked out in the past. And she was not about to risk a solid friendship for a few nights of hot sex and a lifetime of awkwardness.

They were friends and it was as it should be.

She knew his story…and he knew hers, to an extent.

Which is why, as she swiped away the Messenger icon with Mary Margaret’s smiling face after reading yet another missive about how worried they were about her, how they wanted her to find someone, just to be happy like they were, his walking into the elevator had made him appear the answer to all her problems.

The plan formed in her mind as he made small talk about something he had watched on TV. She was only half listening, peppering the one sided conversation with ‘Mmms’ and ‘Oh, yeahs?’ as she applauded herself for her genius.

She would tell them Killian was her boyfriend. She had pictures, stories that were true or in need of little embellishment, she knew things about him, his history, his life. With minor white lies she could get them off her back and no one would ever know a thing. By the time they went through their “amicable breakup” in a few months time - avoiding the need to cut actual Killian out of her life when it happened - they would have moved on to new projects.

It was perfect in its simplicity.

Or so she had thought.

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Read Hillary Clinton's Full Concession Speech Here:

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. Very rowdy group. Thank you, my friends. Thank you. Thank you, thank you so very much for being here. I love you all, too. Last night, I congratulated Donald Trump and offered to work with him on behalf of our country. I hope that he will be a successful president for all Americans. This is not the outcome we wanted or we worked so hard for and I’m sorry that we did not win this election for the values we share and the vision we hold for our country.

But I feel pride and gratitude for this wonderful campaign that we built together, this vast, diverse, creative, unruly, energized campaign. You represent the best of America and being your candidate has been one of the greatest honors of my life. I know how disappointed you feel, because I feel it, too. And so do tens of millions of Americans who invested their hopes and dreams in this effort.

This is painful and it will be for a long time, but I want you to remember this. Our campaign was never about one person or even one election. It was about the country we love and about building an America that’s hopeful, inclusive and big-hearted. We have seen that our nation is more deeply divided than we thought, but I still believe in America and I always will. If you do, then we must accept this result and then look to the future. Donald Trump is going to be our president. We owe him an open mind and the chance to lead. Our constitutional democracy enshrines the peaceful transfer of power and we don’t just respect that, we cherish it. It also enshrines other things. The rule of law, the principle that we are all equal in rights and dignity, freedom of worship and expression. We respect and cherish these values, too, and we must defend them.

And let me add, our constitutional democracy demands our participation, not just every four years, but all the time. So let’s do all we can to keep advancing the causes and values we all hold dear. Making our economy work for everyone, not just those at the top, protecting our country and protecting our planet, and breaking down all the barriers that hold any American back from achieving their dreams.

We have spent a year and a half bringing together millions of people from every corner of our country to say with one voice that we believe that the American dream is big enough for everyone, for people of all races and religions, for men and women, for immigrants, for LGBT people and for people with disabilities. For everyone.

So now, our responsibility as citizens is to keep doing our part to build that better, stronger, fairer America we seek, and I know you will. I am so grateful to stand with all of you. I want to thank Tim kaine and Anne holden for being our partners on this journey. It has been a joy getting to know them better and it gives me great hope and comfort to know that Tim will remain on the front lines of our democracy representing Virginia in the senate. To Barack and Michelle Obama, our country owes you an enormous debt of gratitude.

We thank you for your graceful, determined leadership that has meant so much to so many Americans and people across the world. And to bill and Chelsea, Marc, Charlotte, Aden, our brothers and our entire family, my love for you means more than I can ever express. You crisscrossed this country on our behalf and lifted me up when I needed it most, even 4 month old Aden who traveled with his mom. I will always be grateful to the creative, talented, dedicated men and women at our headquarters in Brooklyn and across our country.

You poured your hearts into this campaign. For some of you who are veterans, it was a campaign after you had done other campaigns. Some of you, it was your first campaign. I want each of you to know that you were the best campaign anybody could have ever expected or wanted. And to the millions of volunteers, community leaders, activists and union organizers who knocked on doors, talked to neighbors, posted on Facebook, even in secret private Facebook sites, I want everybody coming out from behind that and make sure your voices are heard going forward.

To everyone who sent in contributions as small as $5 and kept us going, thank you. Thank you from all of us. And to the young people in particular, I hope you will hear this. I have, as Tim said, spent my entire adult life fighting for what I believe in. I have had successes and I have had setbacks. Sometimes really painful ones. Many of you are at the beginning of your professional public and political careers. You will have successes and setbacks, too. This loss hurts but please never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it.

It is. It is worth it. And so we need―we need you to keep up these fights now and for the rest of your lives, and to all the women and especially the young women who put their faith in this campaign and in me, I want you to know that nothing has made me prouder than to be your champion.

Now, I know we have still not shattered that highest and hardest glass ceiling, but some day, someone will, and hopefully sooner than we might think right now. And to all the little girl whose are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.

Finally―finally, I am so grateful for our country and for all it has given to me. I count my blessings every single day that I am an American, and I still believe as deeply as I ever have that if we stand together and work together with respect for our differences, strength in our convictions and love for this nation, our best days are still ahead of us. Because, you know, I believe we are stronger together, and we will go forward together. And you should never, ever regret fighting for that. You know, scripture tells us, let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. So, my friends, let us have faith in each other. Let us not grow weary. Let us not lose heart, for there are more seasons to come, and there is more work to do. I am incredibly honored and grateful to have had this chance to represent all of you in this consequential election. May god bless you, and may god bless the United States of America!

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Rough transcript, captions should be listed at some point on the video.  I wrote in my own and it’s setting the timings?

This is an address to parents and people who care for and assist autistic people.

I have been feeling *more* autistic lately, if that makes sense – just using echoes more, realizing scripts more, thinking about things I do. I mean, I flapped at a cat for five minutes the other day.

To other Autistic people…

I stim more, I am more open… and I that’s because I follow so many people on Tumblr and talk on Facebook a lot with people.

Being around other Autistic people is important.

Being around other Autistic people lets you know you can do things with them and also on your own, when situations permit. It gives you almost an internal permission to let go. When I started the k-pagination blog, I was like “Will only write activism posts and reblog activism posts. Serious stuff.” And now it’s just… I need the joy of being Autistic. I will write posts that might seem a bit silly. I will start tagging with the echoes I always had in my head and never used.

Being around other Autistic people is important.

If you’re a parent or caregiver, reading this, let your autistic kids and adults (if you have legal guardianship or something), be around other Autistic people. Don’t isolate them from neurodivergence. That in of itself can be as harmful as a physical seclusion room.

This is not my usual, long and flowing eloquent and bit detached activism. This is an autistic person asking for people to respect lived experiences. I was like your child.

I climbed trees, I ran around shrieking and screaming all the time, and even if I did now, it wouldn’t make me less than. I did a lot of things in those alarmist documentaries. I am worthy of dignity and autonomy. So are your kids and relatives, whether nonspeaking or speaking or need aides and what level of supports they need. 

And other Autistic people are the ones who taught me self advocacy and activism. It was just a label before I met Autistic people I talk to and call friends and acquaintances and respect. Though psychiatrists and psychologists can be useful, other Autistic people taught me what autism means, not them.

And to Autistic people watching this, you have the right to be around other Autistic people and talk and share your experiences, and have validation.

Why I Care About Marriage Equality

When I was 13 years old, in my first year of secondary school education, I read a section on my secondary school’s booklet which gave an outline on the SPHE education students could expect to receive. A few brief sentences were dedicated to homosexuality; mainly a warning that homosexuality would be discussed in class (it never was), however it was not be ‘promoted’ or offered up as a viable alternative lifestyle. Whilst I can happily say the staff of the institution themselves were lovely, progressive people, as a kid who was right in the middle of realising that my feelings were something that could result in people not particularly liking me, those words resonated harshly. The idea that my sexuality was something that could be promoted like a hairstyle or a fashion trend made me feel like I was choosing to be a problem. I’d done my research into sexuality and I saw the issues that befell someone for being LGBT. I was already a socially awkward mess of a young person and now I felt like I was choosing to bring this lifestyle upon myself. Every time I thought about my undying love for Hayley Williams or I considered a girl attractive, I got extremely angry at myself. I thought I was being lazy and attention seeking and dramatic and I hated myself for it. I told a handful of friends how I felt and that entirely backfired as I was then isolated and ostracised, proving to myself everything I had thought about myself. For the next three years, through a mixture of other people’s treatment of me and my own constant sense of guilt, I struggled constantly with my mental health and treated myself awfully. I eventually moved school, walked straight back in that metaphorical closet, and pretty much stayed there until I reached UCC where, for the first time in my life, I’ve been surrounded by the most amazing people who’ve led me to a place where I’d feel comfortable being open about anything. That journey was one of the most stressful, painful paths my adolescence could have led me down and every time I share a Facebook post related to LGBT rights or I get smashed on a Wednesday in Chambers, I’m thankful that I survived it.

This week, I turned 20 and I’ve spent much of this week reading articles about the upcoming Marriage Equality referendum where, on May 22nd, Ireland will decide whether to grant equal marriage rights to homosexual couples as they always have heterosexual couples. The middle ground on this referendum want more emotion from the Yes side. They want us to bare our souls and our feelings and not just rely on buzzwords like ‘equality’ so we can protect ourselves from having to reveal the real emotions that motivate us to fight for Marriage Equality. They want us to leave our dignity at the door and beg for equality in the same tone as a reality TV contestant pleading to Simon Cowell for a record deal. They want us to prove ourselves and prove that we really deserve the same rights as the rest of the country.

Well, I hear that proof every single time I hear someone using the word ‘gay’ as an insult. I see that proof every time I kiss a woman in public and passers by make despicable comments. I witness that proof when I encounter time and time again discussions about how it’s legitimate for a shop to refuse to serve me because of who I may fall in love with. I fucking feel that proof when I look into the eyes of family members that I love and I know in my heart that, if they ever knew and when they eventually know, about my sexuality, the loving feelings they have towards me would evaporate in an instant. Not because they’re religious (my family have more faith in the Saturday tabloids than they do the Bible) but because society and mainstream, working class media tells them that I am a weirdo, that I am a flaw, a mistake, something to be ashamed of and something to be distant from, something to be judged solely by my sexuality and nothing else. I feel that proof every time I think of my teen years and the struggle that I suffered (and I still suffer) because we live in a society where people think it’s okay to discriminate against me because of who I can fall in love with. If you need proof of the emotions on the ‘Yes’ side, just have a small think about the 1000s of people who have stories like mine. Just have a think about the people who had it worse than me and, please, just think about the people who didn’t make it to their 20th birthday because Irish society arbitrarily decides to judge people by who they fall in love with. With every baseless claim about children that the ‘No’ side makes in an attempt to block Marriage Equality, you undermine the suffering and the pain of 1000s of people and deny them the right to be seen as equal in the eyes of their nation.

It took 6 or 7 years for me to be comfortable enough in my skin to not care what anyone has to say about my sexuality and to be not just out but to be a person who is extremely passionate about LGBT rights. The year I chose to come out was the same year that the Marriage Equality referendum came to the fore of social politics in this country. I’ve watched my legitimacy in having the same rights as my straight friends be debated and discussed and analysed to the point where I’ve become desensitised to the vast majority of abhorrent claims that have been made, claims that could amount to hate speech if they were made about any other minority group in society. But I’m willing to accept my rights being put to a referendum if it means we finally have a state where the majority of Irish people are happy to live and let live and don’t view me as a second hand citizen. However, it’s utterly terrifying to think of what will happen if we get a ‘No’ vote on May 22nd. The ’No’ side will not only have been given an extremely public platform to air their views, those views would be justified and accepted by the people of our nation. Those views would be accepted as the status quo.

This is not just a referendum on marriage and love (that should be enough, but seemingly it isn’t). It is not about religious people versus non-religious people. It’s about the 14 year old school girl who is coming to terms with her sexuality, watching her television and seeing that her country views her as lesser. It’s about that girl hearing the views of people like Theresa Heaney being justified on a national level and believing that she is unnatural and weird and that she should hide the fact that she has a crush on Taylor Swift for fear of being hated. It’s about that girl’s classmates forming their opinions on LGBT people based off the fact that their friends and family have said no to accepting homosexual love as the same as heterosexual love. It’s about the terrible time that girl is going to have growing up gay in Ireland when, this year, we could set the wheels in motion of removing the stigmas attached to sexuality and ensure a much better, more accepting future for the generations of people after us. If you want emotion, you’ve got it. Let’s make this a better, more accepting world.

Thank you

Friend –

Thank you.

Last night, I congratulated Donald Trump and offered to work with him on behalf of our country. I hope that he will be a successful president for all Americans.

This is not the outcome we wanted or we worked so hard for, and I’m sorry we did not win this election for the values we share and the vision we hold for our country.

But I feel pride and gratitude for this wonderful campaign that we built together – this vast, diverse, creative, unruly, energized campaign. You represent the best of America, and being your candidate has been one of the greatest honors of my life.

I know how disappointed you feel, because I feel it too. And so do tens of millions of Americans who invested their hopes and dreams in this effort. This is painful, and it will be for a long time. But I want you to remember this: Our campaign was never about one person or even one election. It was about the country we love – and about building an America that’s hopeful, inclusive, and big-hearted.

We have seen that our nation is more deeply divided than we thought. But I still believe in America – and I always will. And if you do, too, then we must accept this result – and then look to the future.

Donald Trump is going to be our president. We owe him an open mind and the chance to lead.

Our constitutional democracy enshrines the peaceful transfer of power, and we don’t just respect that, we cherish it. It also enshrines other things – the rule of law, the principle that we’re all equal in rights and dignity, and the freedom of worship and expression. We respect and cherish these things too – and we must defend them.

And let me add: Our constitutional democracy demands our participation, not just every four years, but all the time. So let’s do all we can to keep advancing the causes and values we all hold dear: making our economy work for everyone, not just those at the top; protecting our country and protecting our planet; and breaking down all the barriers that hold anyone back from achieving their dreams.

We’ve spent a year and a half bringing together millions of people from every corner of our country to say with one voice that we believe that the American Dream is big enough for everyone – for people of all races and religions, for men and women, for immigrants, for LGBT people, and people with disabilities.

Our responsibility as citizens is to keep doing our part to build that better, stronger, fairer America we seek. And I know you will.

I am so grateful to stand with all of you.

I want to thank Tim Kaine and Anne Holton for being our partners on this journey. It gives me great hope and comfort to know that Tim will remain on the front-lines of our democracy, representing Virginia in the Senate.

To Barack and Michelle Obama: Our country owes you an enormous debt of gratitude for your graceful, determined leadership, and so do I.

To Bill, Chelsea, Marc, Charlotte, Aidan, our brothers, and our entire family, my love for you means more than I can ever express.

You crisscrossed this country on my behalf and lifted me up when I needed it most – even four-month old Aidan traveling with his mom.

I will always be grateful to the creative, talented, dedicated men and women at our headquarters in Brooklyn and across our country who poured their hearts into this campaign. For you veterans, this was a campaign after a campaign – for some of you, this was your first campaign ever. I want each of you to know that you were the best campaign anyone has had.

To all the volunteers, community leaders, activists, and union organizers who knocked on doors, talked to neighbors, posted on Facebook - even in secret or in private: Thank you.

To everyone who sent in contributions as small as $5 and kept us going, thank you.

And to all the young people in particular, I want you to hear this. I’ve spent my entire adult life fighting for what I believe in. I’ve had successes and I’ve had setbacks – sometimes really painful ones. Many of you are at the beginning of your careers. You will have successes and setbacks, too.

This loss hurts. But please, please never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it. It’s always worth it. And we need you keep up these fights now and for the rest of your lives.

To all the women, and especially the young women, who put their faith in this campaign and in me, I want you to know that nothing has made me prouder than to be your champion.

I know that we still have not shattered that highest glass ceiling. But some day someone will – hopefully sooner than we might think right now.

And to all the little girls watching right now, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world.

Finally, I am grateful to our country for all it has given me.

I count my blessings every day that I am an American. And I still believe, as deeply as I ever have, that if we stand together and work together, with respect for our differences, strength in our convictions, and love for this nation – our best days are still ahead of us.

You know I believe we are stronger together and will go forward together. And you should never be sorry that you fought for that.

Scripture tells us: “Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season, we shall reap, if we do not lose heart.”

My friends, let us have faith in each other. Let us not grow weary. Let us not lose heart. For there are more seasons to come and there is more work to do.

I am incredibly honored and grateful to have had this chance to represent all of you in this consequential election. May God bless you and God bless the United States of America.

Hillary

so I saw this list of AUs and one in particular screamed McKirk, and well, here’s yet another fic… :)

“I wanted to give you a warm welcome to the neighbourhood by baking you a cake but turns out you’re hella allergic to something I put in and yOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIE HOLY SHIT I FEEL HORRIBLE” AU

Bones has a well-known reputation in his apartment building. Everyone knows that he’s hardly ever there due to his crazy hospital shifts and when he is there he’s asleep (whether it’s 2 am or 2 pm) and he needs it quiet. And despite knowing pretty much everyone in the building, he has never participated in apartment events. He’s always polite, saying hello and how are you in the hallways or the mail room, but he’s just too busy and in the rare moments when he’s home, nothing sounds better than ten hours of sleep and all the food he can order and eat. 

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