Don't bother going to the Denver Theater Company costume sale at this point. I was there at noon, stood in line forever before they would even let me in and there is nothing good left. Lots of janky stuff with stains or rips. I'm so sad.
I call it universal friction. I picture myself in a forest. Sometimes my path feels easy and sometimes I'm stuck in seemingly impassable brambles. The branches and thorns rub against me not because they are out to get me but because they are there and they are alive too. We are all grappling through life and as we pass by one another friction happens. Sometimes the friction feels good and other times it feels like you may not make it out with all your limbs or maybe your mind because this friction can be as intense as the molecules in boiling water. I feel I have done a pretty good job at surrounding myself with those whom I share electrons with. Within this bond the friction feels more tolerable. You all make me stronger. Thank you.
I am pansexual. I am not confused about my sexual orientation, it is not a phase, this doesn't mean I want to have sex with everyone. I am not half in or half out of the closet. I am queer and I do not need to "pick a team". I do not stop being pansexual because I'm in a loving relationship with someone. Please support others today, National Coming Out Day!!!
Tara Lynn is not plus sized. She is a normal sized woman. Women are curvy. Women have more flesh on their bodies than men or little girls and boys. Women are soft and luxurious. Instead of having the term "plus sized models" there should only be the term "minus sized models". Throughout the ages the size and shape of the "perfect woman's body type" has changed. Our bodies are our temples, not a piece of fashion you get to dictate on your weak little whim.
What is the point of life? When the misery far outweighs the joy, and when it goes on for years at a time? What is the point? Why stick around? Don't worry, I'm not ready to pull the trigger it's just becoming grossly more difficult to see the point! I used to possess more grace and as I age I feel more disgruntled. I don't want to be a crotchety old woman bitter at the world and all humans. I want to feel the love dammit!
I believe this proves the same thing doesn't work for everyone. But the point is, my friends aren't allowing me to give up and they are getting me out of the house. Last night I sang karaoke like a merry little wee beastie and tonight I'm going to dinner at a friend's house. I'm doing it dammit. Even if it kills me. Which it won't!