“From Palestine to Mexico these walls got to go!”
Seen during a protest against Donald Trump in St. Louis, Missouri
I have been thinking about the past three serious relationships I’ve had in my life and my behavior following and during each of those relationships. I noticed a pattern marked by the turnover of each relationship - of course beginning following the break up with my first love. Now after break up number three, I can’t help but notice these distinct phases of dependency that I go through in life.
Stage 1 - Hopeless Dependence
This phase may occur after the initial break up or toward the very end of the relationship if it’s particularly unhealthy. You may find yourself feeling desperate for attention and love. You have become accustomed to having a partner and you feel that you need someone to depend on. During this time you’re more likely to force yourself to hangout with people you don’t particularly care for just to have company. Being by yourself can be very difficult because you may be bored and dissatisfied by your own company.Stage 2a - Hopeless Independence
You have given up on love or at least finding it if for the meantime. During this phase, you are living day by day - with no goals driving you. You are more comfortable being alone but you may find yourself still plagued by boredom. You may be more adventurous and spontaneous because you feel you have nothing to lose and you’d like to be distracted.Stage 2b - Hopeful Independence
This phase and the previous phase are less distinct as you may find yourself going in and out of hopefulness and hopelessness. During this time you will have found a drive to live from within yourself. Whether you’ve picked up a personal hobby or discovered a newfound confidence - you are full of hope for the future. You do things not to be distracted but because you genuinely want to do them. You will push yourself out of your comfort zone not out of desperation but because you feel that it will aid you in meeting your goals. This is the best time to start relationships because you will not have to depend on another person for hope because you have your own future.Stage 3 - Hopeful Dependence
Typically after dating someone for a while, you begin to derive hope from your partner. They become apart of your aspirations and your future. You feel you need their love and attention to be successful in your own plight and you may sacrifice things for them. This phase can be a great phase if both partners are mutually, healthily dependent. If not, the phase can quickly shift to Hopeless Dependence.
I’m disgusted, I have a big ol’ mason jar full of wine, and this Southern motherfucking Democrat is about to go off on some rude ass fuckers up in Philly tonight.
I don’t give one single fuck about your moral purity. I don’t give one single fuck about how much you think the DNC is corrupt or that Hillary is a liar or that she’s a fucking war hawk. I don’t give ONE SINGLE FUCK that you can’t support someone who didn’t support same-sex marriage until 2013.I spent a whole fucking week listening to people laugh about how Trump’s third wife plagiarized a speech. I spent a whole week listening to people joke about how the Republican convention was a dumpster fire. Y’all didn’t give a shit that their platform is going to literally fucking kill queer people, young people, people with disabilities, and people of color.
Y’all wanna stand in Philadelphia at the fucking Democratic Convention and shout down those who are standing up against the tyrannical, antediluvian beliefs of the pasty-ass GOP who decided, last week, they wanted to send people like 14 year-old me to a camp where I’d be tortured into believing I wasn’t worthy of life.
Y’all gonna shout down the fucking black man who’s on stage advocating for a future that includes a president that believes that his life matters, while y’all spent a whole damn week quiet about how Donald Trump couldn’t care any less about the lives of Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Philando Castile…
Y’all were invited into this room. I was at a Trump rally. I saw that shit. You know what happened to protestors there? They didn’t get to hold up signs and shout down the speakers. They were hauled out on their heels by off-duty cops getting paid to take out their aggression on protestors. Your voices are welcome, your voices are heard.
But now is a good time to shut the fuck up and listen.
My life depends on keeping Trump out of office. The life of my friends, my family, the people I love, depends on keeping that rat away from the White House. You know what your choices are this November? Depending on your state, you got up to four choices:
1) The libertarian who supports deregulating banks and healthcare and vaccines, who would lead to a future America that features such hits as corporate slavery and inaccessible healthcare.
2) The green who has no experience and also doesn’t believe in vaccinations and called the racist, xenophobic Brexit a victory for British people.
3) The fascist, xenophobic, homophobic, hateful demagogue who genuinely has a chance of winning this election because 50% of this country is disgusting and awful.
4) Hillary Rodham Clinton.
In many states, you don’t even get choice number 2.
I’m scared that so many of you are gonna go out and vote for 1 and 2 that y’all gonna let 3 win and then guess what?
14-year-old me is dead. You killed him.
When these people stand up to address the country this week in Philly, you know what you need to do? Listen. Learn. Understand. This is the most progressive platform in the history of American politics. There have been queer women of color, women with disabilities, black men, children of undocumented immigrants, sharing the stage with the first lady and the president. This is a platform that includes raising the minimum wage, eliminating college debt, ending police brutality, standing up for the rights of queer Americans and children.
And y’all wanna shout NOW?
Go home. Get the fuck out. You do not own this country. You do not own this struggle. You do not get to decide how the fight is fought.
You need to listen.
Bernie Sanders ran a messy campaign on clear, powerful ideals and I respect that shit. But the people on stage, the people with the microphone, those are the people who are going to lose everything because you won’t let this shit go.
You won’t vote for Clinton? You won’t stand up for the party of people of color, of people with disabilities, of queer people, of women?
Okay, fine, but don’t you fucking speak to me. Your moral high ground means shit to me when it could mean leaving my loved ones in graves.
I’m not done. I’m never done. But I’m tired. I’m scared. I wanted to see Michelle Obama speak to me and my heart and give me hope, but I couldn’t get the fear out of my heart. Ask me a month ago and I would have said that there was no way that we’d see Trump in the White House, but ask me tonight and I just don’t know. I don’t know.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.
one time a drunk girl started crying because she said she loved my eyebrows so much
a drunk girl in blue pants, a white shirt, and a black vest held a broken bathroom stall door closed for me at a bar one night and i, another drunk girl, kept referring to her as “my hero, my han solo”
When I was in 8th grade a friend of mine and I were fucking around during our study period and he accidentally stabbed me in the arm with a pencil and the pencil was partially stuck in my arm but I was really shy in social situations so I just raised my hand and waited for the teacher to notice which took about five minutes so when he finally asked me what I needed I said “TJ accidentally stabbed me with a pencil a few minutes ago and now it’s hanging out of my arm, can I go see the nurse?”. He freaked out and yelled “OH MY GOD SEBASTIAN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME RIGHT AWAY?” And I said right back “please don’t yell at me, I have a pencil in my arm, if anyone is yelling it should be me” and that sums up my attitude and personality fairly well tbh
Addams Family Values (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
this movie is gold
