We’re all afraid, you know.. to get up on stage. Maybe you’ll mess up. Maybe they’ll totally reject you. Even so, you grit your teeth and get up on stage anyway. Something compels us… moves us to play music.
“Life,” he said softly, “is more than ﬂesh. Your body is a candle, your soul the ﬂame. The longer I burn the candle…” He did not ﬁnish. “A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick,” I said. “I would rather light the ﬂame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness.”
and now, a series of quotes from my sociology professor this past term...
“pull out your phones and tell me your most recent emoji, lets make this into a social experiment”
“gotta love old dead white dudes who think they know everything about how the world works, right?”
“maybe i’m just really into cocaine, who knows”
“the estate system is like Westeros. anyone in here who doesn’t get that, watch Game of Thrones, I highly reccommend, but I must warn you there’s a lot of boobs. all tits all the time. gratuitous titties.”
“i know what ‘extra’ means to you guys, i’m old but i’m not dead yet”
“so long story short, get into rich people’s social circles so you can go play polo on their yacht and be pretentious about wine to get ahead in life”
“and by ‘we’ i mean white people; in the past czechoslovakians weren’t considered white, although lauren, you are clearly quite aryan”
“I just want to buy a fucking birthday card, why is everything so overly gendered?”
“can i see your penis? wait no, not like that, that was not a proposition”
(in reference to the types of gendered toys found in happy meals) “what are boy toys? aw, fuck, wait, no…”
“i dunno, is ‘cunt’ really a gender neutral word?”
“wow, you guys really know your white people”
“I’m not giving you a fuckin’ word bank, what is this, high school?”
“anyone have any questions? about the test? or anything? please?”
“i’m not gonna grade your tests i’m just going to throw them down the stairs and whoever lands closest to the top gets an A”
“it’s not spelled ‘kahoot’ with a k, what is this, that’s the kardashian way of spelling shit?”
“is this enjoyable to you? watching me fumble around like an idiot?”
“are me and my partner considered a family? we don’t have kids, we have a dog. we’ve been together 13 years but if we didn’t have a dog we wouldn’t be a family by your standards?”
(”i would assume that a 35 year old would know what they want in a relationship more than a 22 year old”) “yeah, you would fucking hope so!”
Today I will stand on my own two feet, and conquer what you throw in front of me today.
I will apply my makeup because it makes me feel good, not because I have to wear it.
Not because you judge me everyday; for my weight, the clothes I wear. Shopping at thrift stores. Trying to read every ‘high-in’ magazine on how to make a guy like you, what clothes to wear 'This Season’.
I refuse to let my self drown in this shallow world. I refuse to become something I’m not.
Today, I declare this to the world; and to the society I live in.
No matter how many scars, stretch marks, imperfections you may have on your body.
You are beautiful. Even though you have flaws, you are still so beautiful.
Do not let this world tell you who you ought to be. Do not let anyone define you.
No matter what height/weight you are,
You are you, and that’s the very best you can be.