i-dance4life  asked:

I wanted to ask you something as a mom of a 12 year old boy dancer who has to deal with stereotyping haters on Instagram. I shield him from a lot of it but he does see some online hate and in school he gets bullied at times. The thing i constantly see is people on his Instagram calling him gay (because he is a boy dancer) and saying it like it's a bad thing. So i guess my question is how do you explain to gavin, who i assume gets this aswel that some people are homophobic assholes?

I have always taught my kids to accept all people regardless of sexuality, race, etc. Gavin couldn’t care any less about those comments. I think because we have never told him being gay is a bad thing. Gavin is confident in who he is and that has always been one of his strengths. He doesn’t go to regular school so he doesn’t have to deal with person to person bullying. I teach my kids to be who they are and be the best version of that!

Truth Tag

Once you’ve been tagged, write a note with 92 ‘truth statements’ about yourself and tag 25 others. Thanks @theimpressionnant for tagging me :)

drink: tea

phone call: mom

text message: a friend

song I listened to: Codes by Ellie Goulding, I’m obsessed!!

time I cried: a couple days ago


dated someone twice: no

been cheated on: no

kissed someone and regretted it: no

lost someone special: no
been depressed: yes
been drunk and thrown up: no

made a new friend: yes
laughed until you cried: yes so many times!!
met someone who changed you: in bad yeah… ugh toxic people
found out who your true friends were: I guess idek
found out someone was talking about you: yeah…

how many people on tumblr do you know irl: 0
do you have any pets: my cute little dog Fiji and my other one Lexie
do you want to change your name: nah
what time did you wake up this morning: 6 am
what were you doing last night: being scared of insects
name something you cannot wait for: university!!
have you ever talked to a person named Tom: nope haha
what’s getting on your nerves right now: how big my stupidity was in order to give someone 3834873756 chances for them to fuck up yet again 
blood type: I forgot
nicknames: I have no nickname
relationship status: single single
zodiac sign: taurus
pronouns: she/her
favourite tv shows: Grey’s Anatomy!!
hair colour: dark brown
hair length: between short and medium
tattoos: none
righty or lefty: lefty

first surgery: small toe surgery
first piercing: my ears
first best friend: I remain anonymous haha
first sport you joined: swimming
first vacation: somewhere in Greece or Turkey. I can’t remember

lips or eyes: eyes
hugs or kisses: hugs
shorter or taller: taller
older or younger: older 
romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous
sensitive or loud: sensitive
hook up or relationship: relationship
troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

miracles: yes
love at first sight: no
heaven: yes
santa claus: no

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(1/3) “We got called out one day to assist a fuel convoy that was being pinned down by gunfire. They had stopped along an open field, and were taking fire from a tree line about 200 meters away. When we arrived, I noticed a small truck about 50 meters out. It had stopped on a farm road running along the field. There were legs hanging out of it. I was acting medic for the platoon so I went to investigate. And they’re obviously not combatants. It’s this family of six. I guess they’d been driving toward the convoy and somebody got scared and shot them up. It’s just a mom and a dad and four kids. And there’s this unique, awful smell when your guts open up. And everyone’s dead except the father and this eight-year-old girl who’d been shot twice in the chest. And she’s crying. And this wasn’t what I came for. I thought we were here to kill bad guys.”

What I am Amazed By

Last year, I told my mom my Gender Identity and Sexual Orientation. I hadn’t been too hesitant about it, because she is the most accepting person I know.

All I said was, ‘Mom, I’m GenderFluid and Pansexual.’

Her reaction gets me to this day.

“I don’t know what the first word means, but I’m guessing the second means you like all the sexes?”(The prefix Pans mean ‘all’.)

Essentially, she was correct, and I went on to explain it to her. And she went, ‘okay’.

So I then explained to her how when I was younger, I hadn’t always felt like a girl. But that I couldn’t say anything because of my father or the church, who all insisted that we are one way and if people thought differently than what God had planned for them, they were going to hell. So I kept my observations and feelings to myself.

I would always cry over my body. I hated it. I wanted to be a boy more than a girl. And then I got older and it began to change. I didn’t mind my body as much, but I also wanted to have a different body at times. I felt like a boy sometimes, and a girl other times. And as I grew older, I would not feel like anything, and sometimes like everything. It was harder to place. I eventually referred to it as, ‘Meh’ because I didn’t know what it was.

And then I came across ‘transgender’ and ‘non-binary’, which lead me to ‘GenderFluid’.

It explained so much. That me flattening my breasts with an ace bandage and several, tight sports bras, and dressing in a man’s three-piece suit wasn’t really a game like some people insisted it was. ‘Cause it never felt like a game. I went outside like that and I loved it when people didn’t think I was a girl. I didn’t want to be a girl when I did that. I was a boy and damn it all I even had a different name! ’Henry’.

And my mom finally understood why I did things like that all the time and why I would prefer men’s clothing to women’s. And why I wasn’t offended when people assumed I was a boy.

She accepted it. ‘Okay.’

And I was relieved!

And then she goes, ‘I’ve never felt like a girl.’

And suddenly my mom is explaining to me how she never felt like a female despite how her body was formed. How she resented her body and wished she had been born male because ‘it would make more sense’. Instead she was ‘stuck like this’. She said she preferred being male to being female.

My mom has experienced Gender Dysphoria for 40+ years and until last year, had never known there was a term for it. 

Adding on to that, she then says, “I don’t like sex and I don’t feel the need for it. Is there a term for that?”

So basically, my mom is awesome. And she supports me(thank God!). And she found out some interesting things about herself that day, and I can only hope that as time passes, more parents will react like this and get involved in a positive way.

Instead of shooting down my words, she wanted information. She got involved. A she understands me a lot better now.

Parents would get on with their kids easier, if they just stopped and listened.


You didn’t want us. I remember when mom first walked through the door with the two of you. You ran right over to me and you leapt into my arms. You bonded with me instantly. And it made me a little uncomfortable. Oh so you just didn’t want me. No. It made me uncomfortable because my own mother wasn’t very affectionate with me. Grandma? Yeah, she softened up over the years but she just wasn’t nurturing in that way and when I looked at you, I saw me as that little girl. Who yearned for her mom to hold her and comfort her. And I guess it scared me a little. And it made me sad. And then one night you had a bad dream. And then you woke up crying. And I came into this room and I held you. And my heart broke wide open. I felt so much love for you and so much compassion. And I realized, in that moment that this sweet sweet little girl was sent to me - she was sent to me to heal my little girl inside.  


You didn’t want us. That’s not true. I remember when Mom first walked through the door with the two of you. You ran right over to me and you leapt into my arms. You bonded with me instantly, and it made me a little uncomfortable. Oh, so you just didn’t want me? No. It made me uncomfortable because my own mother was never very affectionate with me. Grandma? She softened up over the years, but she just wasn’t nurturing in that way.  And when I looked at you, I saw me as that little girl who yearned for her mom to hold her and comfort her. And I guess it scared me a little, and it made me sad. And then one night, you had a bad dream. You woke up crying, and I came into this room and I held you and my heart broke right open. I felt so much love for you and so much compassion. And I realized, in that moment that this sweet, sweet little girl was sent to me. She was sent to me to heal my little girl inside.

I was so disgusted earlier with my mom. I know she wasn’t being racist, but she kind of was.

“Mom, guess what?” I asked in a car ride.


“Zendaya is playing Mary Jane in the new spider man next year.”

That black girl? No she can’t play her, the actress of Mary Jane was white, and had reddish hair.”

“Mom that’s horrible you’d say that. I’m sorry, but this is amazing for black girls all over the globe, and I am so sad you don’t see how great it is that she’s playing her.”

“No, I’m not trying to be racist, it just that that’s not how spiderman is. It’s not the original.”

“So your being racist because your childhood is offended?”


anonymous asked:

I Think he has become gross in many People's eyes over the past years. But I do Think her allergations do not make sense to me. I personally do not like the fact that he is friends with Marilyn manson or has defended killers. I also think he worships the devil. I dont know why you like a person that is so Dark and digusting


Well my mom literally just called me the Anti Christ and I honestly don’t think she was kidding so…

Guess I’m perfect to be his fan 😂😂😂

This is what just happend.

So i was uninstalling some stuff and my computer decided to get a mind of its own and for some reason my documents got deleted which contains my Sims folder.

All my tray files, costum content, Everything!

So basically its like im back in 2014 with a NEW Sims 4 game. And im heartbroken. I sound so pathetic but this is something that only simmers will get.

So yeah, i have to start ALL over again. All of my Sims i created are gone (except from a few) and all the houses i built are gone. This sucks.

It just feels like ive spend almost 2 years on something that now is just gone. I feel like smashing my head against a wall.

But i guess it could be worse? Like my Mom could have gotten sick, or my house could have brunt down and my family died. I know ITS A GAME but yeah im sad, and i will be for a while. So if you guys could link me some good cc and give me inspiration it would mean ALOT to me.

xxx molly.

Usually my mom and I would have been back to school clothes shopping by now but this year things are…kind of different. I don’t really know if it’s good or not. But I guess if things are going to change…now’s the time for it, right? And well when I go I won’t have her telling me what to wear or what not to wear… which could be fun! I just need to find someone to go shopping with!

anonymous asked:

Where do get all your literature knowledge from?

HAHA oh my. A lifetime, really? I was privileged to be the son of a writer/English teacher. When I was a child, my parents used to read to me and/or tell me stories at night. My mother always encouraged my imagination and my writing, and made sure that I read voraciously. My brother and I were home schooled when we were younger, and because he was 3 years older than me, I got to listen to his reading lessons when he was 6. So I started reading when I was 3 years old. Another year of homeschooling, my mom tried this curriculum where everything but math and science were taught through reading books. Literature, non-fiction, biographies and autobiographies, etc. So basically I guess that you could say that a large portion of my education was reading, but so was my free time because I was a nerd.

I haven’t had enough time to read recreationally in awhile, but I read SO much for school…mostly gender, feminism, and lgbt-related stuff, though my heaviest quarter was when I took an LGBT Criminal Justice class and was reading 400ish pages of case law and analysis every week, and about another 200 pages in my other classes (I think one was an LGBT Noir class and the last was Sex in the Ancient World). A lot of my classes have focused on either policy or theory but one class I took was Oscar Wilde’s London and we read volumes of filthy Victorian-era porn. Out loud. In class. It was a delight!

Anyway the thing about literature knowledge is that 1) there’s SO MUCH literature that it’s almost impossible to learn all that’s available in a given genre, let alone the full breadth of world lit and 2) it takes time. I come from a family of readers and writers, so I had the kind of head start most people don’t get, but to be fair, I’ve not read that much in a long time. Now I mostly listen to podcasts and read what I’m assigned for school or things I believe are relevant. 

Anyway, I hope that answers your questions!


Vivienne: “Alright, so explain what this is exactly. I don’t get it. It this your diary or something, babe?”

Luca: “Uhm, no, not exactly mine. It’s actually yours. See, when my mom was still alive my dad would give her a journal on their anniversary. He would write to her in it each day. Thoughts, ideas, lyrics, pictures - whatever. But I always thought it was a nice idea. To put aside something special for the person you love each day. So, I guess, I sort of, adopted the idea. And while you and I have only been dating a year, I started it shortly after you moved in. So there is about nine months worth of reading ahead of you.”

Vivienne“That is literally the sweetest thing I have ever heard of……you really wrote in this every day?”

Luca: *nods* “I dated them. And I’m glad you think it’s nice and not….uh….weird or something.”

Vivienne“No, not weird. Romantic and extremely sweet. What is that other one in front of you?”

Luca“The new one I am making you. But you don’t get it for a year. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Vivienne: *smiles* “I guess I’ll just have to wait, then.”

God, I am just brought so severely back to my childhood. 

Not my early childhood, mind. In my early childhood, we did Halloween. My parents have some great pictures of my first Halloween, in which they threw a party (that I slept through bc I wasn’t even one yet :D). My dad went as Indiana Jones and my mom was… Cleopatra, I think? They worked a lot harder on my dad’s costume, hers is kind of cardboard. 

Anyway, we did Halloween for roughly the first seven years of my life. The last Halloween I celebrated as a child, I guess it was a really tight year for us financially–my mom made me an angel costume with tin foil wings and a tin foil halo and it was essentially just an oversized sweatshirt with glitter. I didn’t give a fuck, I thought it was great, especially because she let me wear makeup with it. 

But the next year, there was no Halloween. I guess our pastor had read Michelle Remembers and thought it was $100% totally real, and he preached about the evils of Halloween from that point on. 

So we didn’t celebrate Halloween. The first couple of years were boring as fuck. My mom pulled my brother and sister and I out of school because she felt bad for us, seeing our friends in costumes but not being able to dress up ourselves, so she let us stay home. And she really did feel bad. I remember those years, she’d take us out for special treats and let us watch whatever on TV. At night, we’d go to church, and most years, it was SO. BORING. The adults would pray and us kids would just be like “this sucks, I want some candy.” 

In later years, “Harvest Parties” started happening to provide a “fun” alternative, but they involved exactly nothing that was fun about Halloween because oh no, can’t have our little childrens thinking Halloween is fun, because it’s NOT, it’s EVIL.

Fast forward ten years. In my high school, the senior class always dressed up on Halloween and sold candy as a fundraiser. My folks thought it was a good cause, and I think, too, that they realized how silly the whole thing was. And anyway, I dressed up as an angel again. My mom redeemed her earlier crap angel costume by sewing me a flowing robe and making me flower crowns and such. And it was a fun time overall, except for one fundamentalist nutjob who sneered at me, “The angels I know wouldn’t celebrate Halloween.”

My friends told him to stfu before I could get a word out :)

And that was that. My parents have since given no fucks about Halloween one way or the other. I get a little preemptively excited about it nowadays, since I missed out on so much growing up. 

I also end up being a witch every year… funny how that works out.