it restores my faith in humanity


1) You’re empowering.
2) I like your voice.
3) You’re strong.
4) I think your ideas/beliefs matter.
5) I’m so happy you exist.
6) More people should be listening to what you have to say.
7) You’re a very warm hearted person.
8) It’s nice seeing such kindness.
9) You’re very down to earth.
10) You have a beautiful soul.
11) You inspire me to become a better person.
12) Our conversations bring me a lot of joy.
13) It’s good to see someone care so much.
14) You’re so understanding.
15) You matter a lot to me.
16) You’re important even if you don’t think so.
17) You’re intelligent.
18) Your passion is contagious.
19) Your confidence is refreshing.
20) You restore my faith in humanity.
21) You’re great at being creative.
22) You’re so talented at ____.
23) I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people.
24) You have great taste in ___.
25) I’m happy I stayed alive long enough to meet you.
26) I wish more people were like you.
27) You’re so good at loving people.
—  3:29 p.m. feel free to add to this! 

A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the LOVE statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  In this event, artist activists staged a scene where Kieth A. Wallace, an Actor, pretended to be dead for an hour in front of the statue while others took turns holding a sign with “Call Us By Our Names” written on it.  

To see more photos from this performance, check out #CallUsByOurNames on Facebook. 

I am not a journalist, I am merely a friend of the artists involved.  I was not at this event.      

As the photos show, the social experiment and silent protest highlighted the peoples reaction in the foreground of the photo. In this context the people become the performance art, and the faux dead body becomes a backdrop.  As an artist, I don’t want to give you my interpretation of the art of these photos. They should speak for themselves.  But I did talk to Lee Edward Colston II, an actor, who was involved in the event.  

Here are some of his observations of the social interactions he witnessed: 

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

“Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys.” “Com'on man… he’s already dead.”


There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

“One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’


By Amanda Jette on ---

My wife surprised her coworkers when she came out as trans. Then they surprised her.

Society, pay attention. This is important.  

My wife, Zoe, is transgender. She came out to us — the kids and me — last summer and then slowly spread her beautiful feminine wings with extended family, friends, and neighbors.

A little coming out here, a little coming out there — you know how it is.

It’s been a slow, often challenging process of telling people something so personal and scary, but pretty much everyone has been amazing.

However, she dreaded coming out at the office.

She works at a large technology company, managing a team of software developers in a predominantly male office environment. She’s known many of her co-workers and employees for 15 or so years. They have called her “he” and “him” and “Mr.” for a very long time. How would they handle the change?

While we have laws in place in Ontario, Canada, to protect the rights of transgender employees, it does not shield them from awkwardness, quiet judgment, or loss of workplace friendships. Your workplace may not become outright hostile, but it can sometimes become a difficult place to go to every day because people only tolerate you rather than fully accept you.

But this transition needed to happen, and so Zoe carefully crafted a coming out email and sent it to everyone she works with.

The support was immediately apparent; she received about 75 incredibly kind responses from coworkers, both local and international.

She then took one week off, followed by a week where she worked solely from home. It was only last Monday when she finally went back to the office.

Despite knowing how nice her colleagues are and having read so many positive responses to her email, she was understandably still nervous.

Hell, I was nervous. I made her promise to text me 80 billion times with updates and was more than prepared to go down there with my advocacy pants on if I needed to (I might be a tad overprotective).

And that’s when her office pals decided to show the rest of us how to do it right.

She got in and found that a couple of them had decorated her cubicle to surprise her:

And made sure her new name was prominently displayed in a few locations:

They got her a beautiful lily with a “Welcome, Zoe!” card:

And this tearjerker quote was waiting for her on her desk:

To top it all off, a 10 a.m. “meeting” she was scheduled to attend was actually a coming out party to welcome her back to work as her true self — complete with coffee and cupcakes and handshakes and hugs.


I did go to my wife’s office that day. But instead of having my advocacy pants on, I had my hugging arms ready and some mascara in my purse in case I cried it off while thanking everyone.

I wish we lived in a world where it was no big deal to come out.

Sadly, that is not the case for many LGBTQ people. We live in a world of bathroom bills and “religious freedom” laws that directly target the members of our community. We live in a world where my family gets threats for daring to speak out for trans rights. We live in a world where we can’t travel to certain locations for fear of discrimination — or worse.

So when I see good stuff happening — especially when it takes place right on our doorstep — I’m going to share it far and wide. Let’s normalize this stuff. Let’s make celebrating diversity our everyday thing rather than hating or fearing it.

Chill out, haters. Take a load off with us.

It’s a lot of energy to judge people, you know. It’s way more fun to celebrate and support them for who they are.

Besides, we have cupcakes.

This has nothing to do about Fitness, but I’m also a big soccer Fan and Real Madrid supporter. A family contacted C.
Ronaldo and asked him for a signed Jersey which they could sell to make enough many for their son’s brain surgery. Ronaldo decided that a jersey is not enough and paid for everything the boy needed.

When I watched the game, I was like ‘Oh my gosh, what did he do to his hair?’ Now that I know the reason why he did it I feel so bad for judging him. This should teach all of us a lesson! Don’t judge anyone, you just know their names not their stories. Faith in humanity restored, respect Ronaldo, not only one of the best soccer players but also a Star with heart, that’s rare nowadays.


If you don’t think this man is amazing and the charity he set up isn’t awesome and beautiful there is something wrong with you. I mean seriously. Just watch this video. My faith in humanity restored!

Today I rapped for my 6th graders.

We were discussing literary devices, they have flashcards and such. So I would say the definition, someone would tell me the word, and someone else would give an example.

We got to Alliteration.

So I did the whole “She sells seashells by the shore, she surely shows the shells she sells, and she shows the shells she sells - the shore shells that she sells.”

And they stop, and look at me. “Wow Ms. F… how did you do that?!”

“You know, if you ever want to be good at rapping, you need to work on alliterative diction. Being able to say the words quickly and clearly is important.”

… class pauses.. “Can you rap Ms. F?”

… I pause. “If you are very good, I will do so at the end of the class.”

They were. So I did the bit from Satisfied.. “So this is what it feels like…” etc. 

There was complete silence for a moment. 

Then they BURST into applause, and I was cemented as the coolest substitute in the land. Huzzah.

  • The elementary students at camp today.
  • Fifth Grade Boy: Girls can do anything that guys can do. They can play football, they can be presidents and kick butt! *Points to girl* If we were playing a game, I'd want her on my team!
  • Third Grade Boy: And guys can do things that girls can do. Like cooking and dancing and stuff.
  • Fourth Grade Girl: And some guys wear dresses!
  • Third Grade Boy: Really?
  • Fourth Grade Girl: Yeah!
  • Fifth Grade Boy: That's cool. I don't think I could work a dress, but that's cool that some dudes can.

Daichi x Suga commission for funny-neko.

Last of the emergency commissions! Thanks so much to everyone who helped support me - I bought myself a new bike and it’s super neat and I think of you guys every time I sit on it (in a non-sexual way) LOL.

Will upload a pic of the bike at a later date.