It is heartbreaking that the scene of this tragedy was a gay club, one of the rare places meant to be a safe space for LGBTQ people - a space where members of the community are supposed to be able to enjoy themselves and find some respite from the inequalities and pressures they face in everyday life.
According to USA Today one of the owners of the Orlando nightclub, Barbara Poma (whose brother died of aids), established it in order “to promote awareness of the area’s lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community. [Pulse] hosts nightly themed performances as well as a monthly program of LGBT-related educational events.”
We believe that we should not keep away from our safe spaces now out of fear, because it is this very fear and isolation that the attackers seek to create. We are stronger and find support in our community
Tumblr user @larrymama collected, what we think, are very good points as to what allies can do to help after this situation and to support the LGBTQ+ community now and in future:
Donate financially, if you can
Volunteer your time, if you can
If you’re in the US, write your congressional representative about stricter gun laws
If you’re in the US, VOTE IN CHANGE. We need leaders who will protect the rights of the LGBT+ community, who will work to pass laws and create an atmosphere or true change in this country.
Educate your friends and family. Speak out, if you can (stay safe) against homophobia, bigotry, hatred, and ignorance when you hear it. Stick up for a kid being bullied for whom they love. Watch LGBT+ friendly media. Purchase from LGBT+ friendly vendors.
We are here to listen and offer any support we can give.
1. Your mind and your tummy need to be pampered, rested, and given respite. If you are feeling physically ill and avoiding eating, losing appetite, or eating too much, you are mentally out of balance. Science points to the gut being a second brain. What you don’t deal with consciously and mentally will be painfully processed in digestion. You need to settle and rest your nerves, that feeling of your chest closing in and snowballing worries are a side effect of an over abundance of nerves. These in term heighten your mind and accelerate the impact on digestion. If you can meditate and slip into the space between your thoughts, it will settle your whole body and the problems you have with eating. Eat lightly and avoid too much caffeine. It’s ok to stop and rest sometimes, you will not combust. Stop fearing being unproductive. Gyrating around in a fluster worried about being unproductive will only burn you out quicker. Treat yourself by ingesting mostly natural and organic pills/foods/etc;, it resonates with your body more than most
2. You are very idealistic, and it’s fine if the world and your efforts don’t manage to meet your ideals. They are quite imaginative and brilliant, your image of a perfect world is frosted in slain discrimination and perfection. Your dreams are intricate and sometimes you cannot manipulate the material plane to reflect your tremendous vision. And thats okay. You cannot do everything, but you try your best, and we all see, and realise, and know. Don’t become frustrated that you can’t always achieve what you set out to create. Not even God could craft something as delicate and divine as the images in your mind. Don’t be so hard on yourself, we all see perfection
3. Your nerves, the endless thoughts, the restlessness, the inability to stop and free yourself from the confines of your skin burn you out. And getting enough sleep can be difficult, and when you don’t sleep because you have stayed up worrying and catastrophizing it puts you into even more of a pedantic state. Don’t go to bed hungry, don’t go to bed over full. Although the voices that remind you of everything that can go wrong are quite loud, there are softer voices in your mind, and these are the ones you must listen to, the quiet voice, it has the most wisdom, ravage through the vines in your mind and hear that voice, and sleep, please sleep, worrying will not take the problem away it will only cause you to oversleep tomorrow.
For a Tony Stark fan, any new Civil War thing is painful because with it comes an avalanche of Tony hate for a few days. It’s difficult to be a Tony fan (or for neutrals and shippers, actually) under these circumstances – your fave is visibly hurting in a 40-second clip, then he doesn’t get respite from fandom either. This “choose a side” crap, really.
You know who’s enjoying this nonsense “Team Blah vs. Team Blah”?
Nnedi Okorafor’s work gives you everything you crave stylistically about Fantasy and Sci Fi, but incorporates ideas so unprecedented they could easily outshine the characters and the plot. But my favorite thing about each tale I’ve read from this author is that she doesn’t ever allow that to happen-the characters and the action shine just as brightly, if not more so, than the innovative concepts that turn the wheels of the plot.
Binti is relatively short, but it’s a very intense story that reads like the best parts of a novel that another author might have stretched out with filler and awkward descriptions. You won’t find any of that here; there is no respite from the tension that will carry you all the way through to its conclusion without a pause to catch your breath. By which I mean, this is a breathtaking story.
Binti is a uniquely talented young person from the Himba people, who are sticklers for tradition and not overly fond of outsiders. Despite this, Binti’s love for mathematics and the magic she can work with numbers and formulas has driven her to apply to Oomza University, the most prestigious academic institution in the known universe. Although she is the first of the Himba people to be accepted, her family and community are less than thrilled and forbid her to go.
Binti is of course undeterred by their disapproval, and begins her journey armed only with her talent, a jar of the cleansing clay her people rub into their hair and skin, and a strange artifact from her homeland, whose secrets have yet to reveal themselves. She faces a great deal of judgement from those who consider her people provincial, isolationist, and backwards, but she remains fast in her goal to attend the prestigious university where she will be able to achieve her dreams and maybe even unlock the mystery of her artifact-and then, of course, something unforeseeably terrible happens.
Do yourself a favor and read this novella. Coming of age has never been quite this weird.
If you ever find yourself in a position to sit down with Lin-Manuel Miranda, know this: You never really “sit down” with Lin-Manuel Miranda. He is always in motion, on a mission; standing still really isn’t his thing. When the 36-year-old composer and lyricist was dreaming up the songs for Hamilton, the Broadway phenomenon that he wrote every line of and currently stars in eight times a week, he would often walk for hours through the streets of New York City, willing the words to come. Even now, he insists that the calmest he ever feels is during the 2 hours and 45 minutes of the show, when he gets to bound around onstage as Alexander Hamilton, “yelling and rapping at the top of my lungs. It’s the most relaxing part of my day.” The physical exertion returns him, every night, to himself, offering an unlikely respite from the attention that’s swirled around him since Hamilton became a cultural and financial force. The only way that Miranda stays whole, now that everyone wants to engage with him—Hollywood, the White House, hundreds of thousands of Twitter followers, the music industry, Broadway obsessives, big-money investors, American history buffs, prize committees, schoolteachers, the political establishment—is to keep moving.
On a windy night in March, he invites me to hop with him into the backseat of a black SUV to go from the northernmost tip of Manhattan, where he lives, across the George Washington Bridge into New Jersey. (“This is Chris’s bridge!” he says proudly as we glide over it, a shout-out to his longtime friend Christopher Jackson, who plays America’s first president in Hamilton.) Miranda rarely finds time to sleep, let alone cross state lines on his night off, but tonight, he tells me with a grin, he is headed to the town of Montclair on a matter of family justice: He needs to settle a score among some fourth graders. One of them has been going around telling his classmates that his uncle is the Hamilton in Hamilton, creator of the cultural juggernaut that recently won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama. This is true. But 10-year-olds are skeptics; they require physical proof. So Miranda is making a special appearance in the auditorium of the stately Montclair Kimberley Academy, where he will, as he puts it delicately, “rub it in all those kids’ faces. This is in my job description as cool uncle. And if I can’t use my powers for that, what am I even doing?”
A little #weekendinspiration from the scenic California coast.
The Piedras Blancas Light Station is a historic landmark on California’s central coast. Located on a rugged windswept point of land 6 miles north of Hearst Castle along California’s scenic Highway One, the Lighthouse was first illuminated in 1875, and today beckons the visitor a respite from the modern world.
The Light Station is named for the distinctive white rocks that loom just offshore. These rocks, and the rugged shoreline, are home to seabirds, sea lions, and elephant seals. Over 70 native plant species can be found on the 19 acres surrounding the Light Station. The BLM manages the Piedras Blancas Light Station as a historic park and wildlife sanctuary. Tour reservations may now be made on recreation.gov, but reservations are not required.