I know I don’t post on here often, but I need some help and all you have to do is click, scroll, click, THE END. This is a photo contest for the Nashville Scene, a very popular weekly magazine in, uh, Nashville. I could win $300 (been out of commission for a few months, y’all) and buy everyone on Earth a new bed and socks. Only 30 were selected so I already feel honored.
Voting is once DAILY until February 19. Use multiple devices to vote multiple times?
That there photo has a story and this is it:
I was working for a company who hires people to take photos of marathon runners pre, post, and during the marathon. This was at the very cold, rainy Nashville marathon: the first marathon after the tragedy at the Boston Marathon in April 2013. Standing there, I took out my phone and snapped an interesting shot; the security was very high at the event. Eventually myself and my boo thang, who was working with me, headed to our new locations at the finish line. Folks, I was terrified. I’m often irrational with my fears like bridges, elevators, and dill pickle chips. And I was soaked from head to toe in cold rain and couldn’t feel my feet and my hands locked up looking like claws and my soul lost it’s feels. All them feels.
Moral of the story: my phone quit working after that day and please click the link above thank you for your consideration I am the one who knocks goodbye.
I can’t help but remember what it was like to be so confused and scared that I was GAY and then seeing a really dumb TV show (The O.C.) with the most stereotypical bisexual storyline…and you know? It really helped me. AND I lived 27 years of my life between California, Massachusetts, and New York City. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be some scared religious kid with a parent railing against “homosexuals!” and having never met anyone who is LGBTQI and OUT.
I know it feels right to bash pop culture for its 99.9% idiocy rate (but not Katy Perry), but sometimes it’s the only lifeline to the far reaches of our society that those of us who got out can sometimes forget still exists.
"Poverty colors nearly everything about your perspective on opportunities for advancement in life. Middle class, educated people assume that anyone can achieve their goals if they work hard enough. Folks steeped in poverty rarely see a life past working at the gas station, making the rent on their trailer, and self-medicating with cigarettes and prescription drugs until they die of a heart attack. (I’ve just described one whole side of my family and the life I assumed I’d be living before I lucked out of it.)
And listen, recognizing Privilege doesn’t mean suffering guilt or shame for your lot in life. Nobody’s saying that Straight White Middle Class Able-Bodied Males are all a bunch of assholes who don’t work hard for what they have. Recognizing Privilege simply means being aware that some people have to work much harder just to experience the things you take for granted (if they ever can experience them at all.)”
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”—
Imagine you’re a writer, but the words won’t come. Could you bargain with creativity to get past your writer’s block? Oliver Sacks found himself in that very situation back in 1968: he was struggling to finish his first book, and got stuck. He imposed a deadline on himself that, while it got him writing again, came with a terrible cost. Meanwhile, Elizabeth Gilbert (the author of Eat Pray Love…one of the most popular books ever), wanted to find a way to, as she puts it, “live a creative life without cutting your ear off.” She offers some advice for doing …