there’s actually like an abundance of cats in my neighborhood it’s so nice. lots of bunnies live in my backyard too. they just live in the tiniest bush ever and the cats always pop up out of random sewers when you least expect it to pop up
days before the she’s kinda hot music video was out i had a weird dream of luke wearing a white shirt and a glasses exactly like the one he wore in the music video and he was smiling at me and it was a great dream so when i woke up i tweeted about it !! it was so good i wish i had some dream capture machine or something AND FUCKING NOW WHEN I WATCHED THE VIDEO AND LUKE’S PART CAME I FUCKING SCREAMED SO LOUD I FUCKING WOKE MY WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD UP NO U DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO I SAW LUKE BEFORE HE WAS SEEN I DON’T kNOW WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT AM I A WITCH OR SOMETHING DO I SEE THE FUTURE ALL I KNOW IS THAT I SCREAMED SO LOUD AND MY NEIGHBOR CALLED THE COPS ON ME AND THEY ARE RINGING MY DOOR AND I TOLD THEM AND I FUCKING SCREAMED AND THEY THINK I’M CRAZY MY NEIGHBOR TOLD ME THAT I GOT BAD BRAINS BUT I’M ALRIGHT THOUGH WAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME AM I BECOMING A REAL LIFE SONG WHAT IS EVEN THAT SEND HELP
hey im an autistic queer 15 year old with no money! Im looking for donations so i can buy clothes for the school year. I cant get a job because here the working age is 16, so the only money i get is from my parents (very little) and odd jobs around the neighborhood (rare). I just want to start this school year confidant. All money donated would go to buying clothes. My paypal is here. Also, if you have spare money, please consider donating to more urgent funds before this one. Thanks for reading!
So sad… The last sex shop in my old street in the neighborhood of Pigalle is closing down, marking the definite end of the old Red District.
In the past 5 years, every strip club and sex shop in South Pigalle closed down to be replaced by hipster burger bars or other Jägermeister cocktail bars…
Where am I gonna buy my popper’s now? (at The Pigalle Brothel)
I talked to a long time friend of mine today about how people need to stop getting mad at everything. We were talking about American Girl Dolls and talked about the one they released in 2005 named Marisol. Marisol was the center of controversy because in her book, she mentioned how her family had to move out of the Pilsen neighborhood in Chicago to the suburbs because of the high crime in that neighborhood. Pilsen (at the time and still is to be honest) has a high Latino population and they heard this and went all up in arms. It got to the point where they were outside of the American Girl Place because ‘How dare they suggest that their neighborhood is bad? And how dare they succumb to the stereotypes?’ When you think about it, it’s a common thing to be honest. I, a Mexican American, lived my first three years in low income housing and my parents really wanted to move out to a better neighborhood. We did and my parents wanted to have me a good education in a better neighborhood. My friend is a first grade teacher and she pointed out that the book sounded like a good read considering families do move from a bad neighborhood to a better neighborhood (or vice versa). The book sounded like it would be a good lesson for kids who move and how they can learn how to deal from it. So really, wouldn’t it be a good thing? Plus, it’s representation and I am honestly tired of seeing Latinos in media being put in high crime neighborhoods. God forbid Latinos stay in those neighborhoods because you know, they don’t live in the good neighborhoods.
I end my rant with a friendly reminder: save your moral outrage for real issues. Like police brutality or not voting for Donald Trump as the next president. Or women who lack rights in other countries. Reproductive rights for all. Stop it with your holier than thou bullshit.
so i work at my neighborhood pool and its basically where everyone at my school goes to in the summer because the guest fee is so cheap.
today the pool is practically empty except for like 10 of the boys in my grade. im the only one up guarding and i have to walk across the entire pool in my bikini to the stand, and i see them all watching me.
then, my friends little brother comes over and tells me what they said about me. “she has a perfect body except she has a muffin top.” so i sat up there for the next 15 minutes while they STARED at me.
now ill tell the next part of the story.
when i was in 8th grade, i was bullied by those boys. bad. what they said was brutal and the meanest thing ive ever heard anyone say, and they did it anonymously over the internet. they told me to kill myself. that killed me inside and thankfully i never took that action physically. my self esteem has never been the same since what they did.
now here i am, 2+ years later, and i am still unable to get over what they did. i went through hell and back, cut myself, developed BED, and almost killed myself and it all started when they cyber bullied me.
im sitting behind my sunglasses crying because i will never get over what they did no matter what i do.
im trying to hold it together and not loose it but im so close to breaking down in front of my boss and another boy i work with.
i dont know what im going to do.
when my parents had just gotten out of the navy / college they didn’t have any money and were living in the bad part of burlington (i.e the only part to see violence and robbery on a semi-regular basis)
this was back when bernie sanders had just been elected mayor. one day he was walking around my parents’ neighborhood and recognized my dad, since both my parents were very politically active and my dad worked on bernie’s campaign. my dad invited him onto the porch for a beer. reagan had just been elected which my dad was extremely disappointed about and believed would be the downfall of america. one drink in my dad said, “you know, with all the reagans of the world, i’d sure like to see some more bernie’s to balance them out. hell, you know what would be crazy, if you ran. you’ve got the city of burlington behind you, and probably all of vermont. we could do it”
bernie laughed for 5 straight minutes and said to my dad “you haven’t had enough beer for that”
You know Paz made a good point. So I put on some work out clothes and get to jogging around my new neighborhood a bit. I mean I do want to keep my shape I ran into a guy named Herman McGovern, we had a little chat but nothing special really.