Guys, this is my little brother, Reese. He just turned eight last March, and he is in second grade. He had found that he prefers guys to girls. When he told his friends that at recess, they threw rocks at him. Rocks. He came home crying, saying that his friends had called him names like “faggot” and “homo”. Second graders called him these names. I explained to him that it is perfectly okay to be gay, and that I will still love him no matter what. Unfortunately, my parents don’t agree. He’s been set apart from the family and his friends for his sexuality, that he has no control over. I’m not doing this for notes or to gain followers. I’m doing this to show Reese he will be accepted by many people no matter what sexuality he is. Reblog if you support my eight year old brother, no matter his sexuality.
I’m studying Chinese, all the students have to have them and most Chinese people prefer to call us by those names. I will think about your point though, no matter how horribly put.
Today I had a phone call from a guy I met for two minutes two weeks ago. I don’t even remember the meeting so I don’t know who this stranger calling me is.
He knows my Chinese name, which only a few people know and my number. I ask him how he got it and he lies, telling me my friend gave it to him. I ask him why he has it and he says because he “likes” me then asks me out to dinner. I say no way, “I don’t know you” (in Chinese*). He says he will text me, I say don’t because “I HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE!”
So this creep thinks he has the right to invade my privacy because he fancies a bit.
I’ve asked everyone I can think of who might know him if they do and if they gave him my number. I hate asking people because my friends just wouldn’t do that (and haven’t). I think he had to do some serious undercover work to get it.
All this comes just days after I was stalked by a man while I was staying at a Buddhist temple. A TEMPLE for fuck’s sake.
*I study Chinese so all us students speak to each other in Mandarin. This comment has no bearing on where the guy’s from.
Geraldine Hoff Doyle, was a 17 years (in 1942) while she was working at the American Broach & Machine Co. when a photographer snapped a pic of her on the job.
That image used by J. Howard Miller for the “We Can Do It!” poster, released during World War II.
Oh shit, that’s the real “Rosie the Riveter” ?
BAMF INDEED. This woman deserves all the respect in the universe!
I need this on my blog.
this should have way more notes
Step aside, people, Rosie the fucking Riveter is on your dash!
This week I spent two days at the Longquan Monastery in Beijing with two Canadian friends. We left on the first day of the Qing Ming festival - when people go to visit the graves of their ancestors - so the bus was packed with people trying to travel away from the city. When we arrived we met some volunteers who live in the monastery either part time or full time. Some of them help in the departments of the monastery like the library, the translation centre and the culture department. There’s even a cartoon department.
Then we went for lunch. Men and women eat in separate dining rooms in rows and the volunteers travel along the lines dishing out vegan food. You have to eat everything that you ask for to respect the work that has been done to get the food from the fields to your plate. Then we had the privilege of sitting down for a chat with one of the monks. He wanted to know a bit about the differences between Chinese and Western cultures.
We were then taken to a Sharon Fruit (Persimmon) tree planting ceremony. I thought we were just going to watch but we were soon taken by some volunteers to join the group of monks and Venerable Master Xuecheng. We were handed spades and trees and pushed infront of the cameras. We were also dragged all over the hills planting trees at lightning speed. The Venerable Master means a lot to his followers and Buddhists in China and while I feel lucky to have been a part of the ceremony, I feel I shouldn’t have been given that chance just because I’m a foreigner. It meant the world to some people there to meet him and it didn’t mean as much to me. I gave my spade to a new friend I’d made and I couldn’t believe how happy she was.
We then were taken to a seminar on filial piety (I had to check the English dictionary on my phone for that one). There were over 100 people there and again we were seated near the monk and the speakers in view of the cameras, while the regular followers were squashed at the back.
Afterwards we went for dinner and checked into our dorms. Then we went to a candle ceremony with local kids singing and people telling stories about their families. After an early night I woke up to the sound of gongs at 4am and went to early morning prayer. There was lots of chanting in Mandarin and I tried to follow it in a book they gave me and say the words I could read. Then we had super speedy breakfast at six and I went to find what my volunteer task was for the day. It took about three hours to do that because of the language barrier and I spent a good amount of time trying to find monks on the mountain farm to help (the others didn’t get up for morning prayer). In the end we found the language service and I stayed to help with translation while the Canadians went to help plant more trees. I actually didn’t do any volunteering until the afternoon because the man in charge of the multilingual centre gave me a tour of the monastery so we spent the morning chatting to people in various departments. It was really interesting to hear each of their stories.
After lunch I went with a group of people from the multilingual centre to a volunteer’s house to record a voiceover for an English video about the monastery - bit of a strange coincidence that a radio journalist turns up to volunteer on the exact day they need to record an English voiceover! We spent a lot of time chatting about Buddism and why they volunteer at the monastery. Some more volunteers came to cook us dinner because we were going to be working late.
I was really struck by their kindness and willingness to help each other. They gave me gifts and welcomed me into their community. The reason I went there was to help the monastery for two days and gain an insight into life inside it. In reality I ended up being treated like royalty, which I still don’t quite understand. I’m glad I was able to help them in some way and I learnt a lot in that small amount of time.
I’ve been busy in Chinerr
I have been watching the show obsessively!! Thanks for telling me about it :D