This day is for remembering those lost in the attacks on 9/11… Today is also the day I remember losing someone very close to me… I’m so glad he’s in such good hands. I love you Lukey
You are looking at a photo of my son Luke Austin W. He was born August 3rd, 2012.
When Luke was conceived I was in between two relationships, leaving a guy who would never love me for a guy I could never love. So, as you may have guessed, I do not know who his father is, and neither of them are interested in helping me find out. Because I knew they wouldn’t want to be apart of his life, and because I knew it would be fiscally impossible for me to raise him, I decided to give this handsome guy up for adoption.
I was blessed enough to have an older brother that would take him into his family with his wife and daughter. I thank God that he could go to the most loving people I know on the planet.
Unfortunately, they live clear across the country in Northern California (I live in Central Florida) and tomorrow (9/11…heh), at 5 1/2 weeks, he’s leaving me and moving into his new home.
I will be getting up at 5AM (EST) to see him off at the airport and say my goodbye and it honestly hasn’t dawned on me that he’s going to be gone until just now. I could really use some words of encouragement and I’m hoping that someone out there will see this and, I dunno, make me feel better? I’m not sure what I’m hoping for. I’m scared shitless that something or anything will happen to him and I won’t be there to tell him it’s okay. I know he is in good hands, but I’m just terrified. I love him so much and this pain is just unimaginable.
So thank you in advance Tumblr. I really need the support and love </3
I just learned about painter John Brosio. Wow.
Here’s his website: http://www.johnbrosio.com
Oh hey, what are ya’ reading there?
The only time it’s not annoying to have someone reading over your shoulder.
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
If someone is doing something that makes you uncomfortable like this, you do not need to be nice. Swear, kick, scream, make the asshole cry. You don’t have to nice, be as rude as you want
IM GOING TO STAB MYSELF IN THE FOOT I JUST SENT MY ENGLISH TEACHER MY ESSAY ON HAMLET AND IT WAS STILL NAMED “the fresh prince of denmark yo holla”
oh man, i love receiving unedited final drafts:
cracks me up every time
Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk: