the principal at my school made an announcement yesterday that the girls need to start covering up and then i found this in the hallway
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"Eventually you forgive people for not knowing about you the things you’ve spent your life keeping from them."
— Robert Brault (via alighthouseofwords)
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Ashley Del Valle is a transgender woman from New York who was arrested in Georgia for indecent exposure after she allegedly showed her breasts, but then was housed in an all-male jail.I just.
You arrest her because her top is too sheer and shows her nipples, something that is only a crime for women.
And then you jail her as a man.
Fucking fuck.
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Calm Bottle (aka Glitter Jar)
Goal: Anger management; Decreasing anxiety, fear, etc.; Aggression/anxiety physical release
Supplies
- Container: This is typically made with a glass mason jar, but since I often make these with children I use water bottles with smooth sides.
- One bottle of clear glue (not white glue that dries clear), corn syrup, or glitter glue. I like using regular glue so I don’t have to deal with the hot water since I make these in my office.
- Water: It can be room temperature if you use regular glue but should be hot if glitter glue is used. If the water is not hot enough then the glitter will become clumpy and separate.
- Glitter: I use mostly super fine glitter with a little regular sized. I sometimes add sequins, beads, shells, plastic jewels, etc. Glow in the dark glitter looks really cool if you can find it. Less (or even none) is needed with glitter glue bottles
-Food coloring: This is optional. Only use one drop or it becomes difficult to see the glitter.
- Strong glue or duct tape: This is used to fasten the lid to the container. I like using colored duct tape.
Directions
- Making a Calm Bottle (clear glue or corn syrup): Fill the bottle 3/4 of the way full with water. Then add the glue (or corn syrup) and glitter. The more glue you use, the longer it will take the glitter to fall. I usually use the whole bottle. Add 1 drop of food coloring, if desired, and then glue/tape the lid on.
- Making a Calm Bottle (glitter glue): Instead of clear glue you can use glitter glue. If you go this rout then mix the glitter glue in a bowl with very hot water before adding it to the bottle. If the water is not hot enough then the glue will clump up and not work. You can add 1 drop of food color and additional glitter is desired.
-Using a Calm Bottle: I definitely suggest making this with your client, rather than for them. It is fun to make, they can personalize it, it will mean more to them and they will be much more likely to use it. When your client becomes upset, angry, frustrated, anxious, etc., direct them to shake the bottle vigorously as long as they want as an aggression/anxiety physical release activity. When they are finished they set the bottle down and watch the glitter fall as they use their favorite coping tool and/or deep breathing exercise.
-Other uses: This is a common coping tool used for people who self-harm and is easily adaptable to many clinical issues. I have also used this as a coping tool + timer for kids who are transitioning into sleeping in their own bed or have trouble focusing and are taking long breaks during homework. It is a highly adaptable to numerous therapeutic goals.
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Waiter asks: “Would you like some tea?” Customer: “No.”
Caption; Anarchy in the UK.
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Fuck Mothers’ Day
I really hate Mothers’ Day. Being motherless fucking sucks most of the time and I don’t love the reminders.
Sometimes I just need to talk about the grief of motherlessness but I feel like it’s not becoming, not grown up, not welcome. I feel like I live with so many privileges; economic safety net, white-middle-class ladyhood (although to be sure the class thing feels precarious, being as I am an imposter, a first-generation migrant into middle class status). I have the most amazing kid. I repeat, the most amazing. I am deeply in love, enough that the pain of geographic separation doesn’t take away the lucky feeling. But there is an ache in me where there should be at least the memory of a safe maternal pillow to land on.
So a couple months ago I had a breakdown, is the easiest way to put it, an archaic but not inaccurate expression. My mind broke and I was down. I went to the woman who is meant to be my mother, the one I’ve always called on mothers’ day, and she hurt me instead of helping. And then she blamed me for it. So there is no one to call this year. It’s almost a relief.
So much of what I have needed in the past year is what I see — or maybe imagine seeing, I don’t even know how the reality of mothered people’s lives is — people with mothers having.
I have needed someone to hold me and tell me I’m not broken.
I have needed someone to cook for me.
I have needed someone to let me rest, properly rest, not rest-a-bit-knowing-that-housework-and-food prep-and parenting-work-and-paid-work-are-waiting.
I have needed someone to say, I’ve got your back.
I have needed to cry and be held. I can’t cry. I think I’m afraid to be alone in case I don’t stop.
I have needed someone I could call at 2am and not have them resent me.
I have needed someone who knew little girl me to say, you’re still here.
I needed someone to be happy when I am happy, to be thrilled that I am loved well.
I have needed someone to say sorry. Sorry I wasn’t there. Sorry I didn’t stop it. Sorry you were raped. Sorry you were abused. Sorry you were lied to. Sorry they didn’t believe you.
I have needed someone to say, your child will be safe, I will love her too.
I have needed someone to buy bread and milk.
I have needed someone to put on a load of laundry.
I needed someone to actually pick up the phone when the police called at 3 am.
I needed someone to let me sleep.
I needed someone to say, you have a good heart, you should trust it. It’s ok to trust it.
I needed someone to stroke my hair.
I needed someone to say don’t think about dying.
I needed someone to say I will help you fight to keep your child.
I needed someone to babysit.
I needed someone to come for dinner on a Friday and make me feel less alone.
I needed memories of being mothered so that I can trust in my own mothering.
I am doing okay without these things (and with some of them; I have a few loyal friends and a lover) but it feels unfair, somehow, to have to make do. I am always so good at coping. I am tired. I can never just lie down. Now, more than ever, I have to be responsible. It is heavy to carry this without even the memory of someone shouldering my burden without obligation the way those who love us unconditionally are supposed to do.
Mostly I’ve just needed help, and love, and a person in my own corner. I know even basically good parents can be disappointing pains in the arse and often are. But it is so lonely not having any. Never underestimate the depth of that pain, which is only exacerbated by reminders of being an outsider, excluded from the family club.
Motherless women know what I am talking about. Sometimes we recognize each other. It’s a specific, wary kind of sisterhood.
I would like to do something to mark mothers’ day for us, the orphaned and abandoned ones. The neglected and abused ones. The bewildered ones. The aching ones.
I don’t know what.
I’d like to sleep, first.
I will inhabit your love like a dress
snug against the curve of my breast
warm across my buttocks
close enough to my hips to draw the eye.
To see me is to know
I am yours
enveloped in the fabric we have woven
here around us.
And I will think of you, naked,
adorned and claimed by my blood and breath
waiting to begin anew
our love-making, our life-making.
You will stitch your name into me
and I will wear you well.
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"Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new."
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via quotablebookquotes)
"I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say ‘I love you I love you I love you’ while stripping. I want you so bad it stings."
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Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction (via neopiacentral)
I really hate Bret Easton Ellis but this, yes this.
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