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Low-Cost Cosplay nails it, again.
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My life, perfectly described!!
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Absotively poifect!
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raiateaarcuri My best timelapses from the two times I’ve visited the 61G lava flow in Kalapana, Hawaii. It’s amazing to see the lava in person and to watch how it moves over a long period of time in the timelapses! The heat is so intense that my camera gear became burning hot on the metal parts. I used the@revolvecamera slider for the moving shots. Music: Sub Hero - Snooze
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“I smoked dope every day for twenty years. I thought I was pretty slick. I could smoke while working. I could get high and still run my company. I could pour concrete. I could roof a building. I felt like I could do anything. But it ruined my marriage. I didn’t even realize it until years after my wife left me. But the dope ruined my marriage because it made me content. Nothing could bother me. Her feelings didn’t bother me. Her needs didn’t bother me. The dope put an emotional cover over what should have been obvious. I told myself that if I didn’t see the problem, then it didn’t qualify as a problem. All I ever did was give her advice. I never asked for it. I never once felt the inspiration to say: ‘Darling, I know there’s something wrong. What can I do differently?’”
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Becoming an adult is the most expensive life decision I didn’t make
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Last one, and the hardest one to tell. One I've never told outside of therapy and the abused women I worked with following my rebirth as a real person. I wasn't sure I was even going to tell it today, but ...damnit, we HAVE to speak up, women. It is STILL happening and we are still being hurt. We cannot let our daughters and granddaughters down by ignoring, hiding, and letting anyone think for a second that this is ok. No person in power gets to spread the message that it's just playing, locker room talk, men just being men....NO, NO, NO.
Most of you in my life do know I am a survivor of domestic abuse. It took a decade to even begin to recover from that, and from a system, legal and social, that did not care. People I thought were friends, even family members, asking "well, what did YOU do to piss him off?" When I was finally strong enough to begin to fight back, the legal system ignored me. Cops would laugh and leave. The court, when asking for a restraining order, told me there was nothing they could really do to protect me - I should just leave town.
After years of the emotional, morphed into physical, abuse, I was raped. Repeatedly. Violently. Only because it was by a spouse, no one took that as rape. It was a "wifely duty." "Husbands can't rape their wives" attitudes were everywhere. That was just "part of your job" as a legal partner. "Just put your mind elsewhere" was the advice.
So I never took legal action because I was already so broken. I'd spend years hearing that I was too ugly, too fat, too stupid for anyone to want anyway, so I should feel lucky i was getting his attention. Add that to the messages in in my head from years of social conditioning that I was to do whatever my husband wanted, that if he were not happy, it was and always would be, my fault. That was reinforced by the police on the few times I did call and did ask for help. It was reinforced by social message. By friends, by family.
And then one day I knew that this was what my daughter would be looking for in a spouse if I didn't get away. Or, just as horrifying, that my son would believe a man was supposed to act like. So, with the rescue (and it was a rescue) from a wonderful, loving, amazing friend ... I did leave. I ran away. I hid out with my kids until I started to believe that I was worth saving, that I was a real person, and that this just wasn't about protecting my kids, but that I deserved to be protected, too. I was lucky. Many women do not have this support. We dont do a good job of helping each other. That is the most heartbreaking aspect of the whole thing. We don't help each other.
I was a worthy person. Who knew. No one ever told me.
As a preteen my mom had several boyfriends come and go through our lives. One in particular used to request to tuck my sister and I into bed. He was very touchy. I was molested, I know that now. At the time I knew it felt wrong and wasn't a good thing, but we were not as educated on good touch/bad touch as kids are today. I told my mom and she said he was just trying to bond with us.
It stopped when I bit his tongue. New boyfriend quickly followed.
Sigh. I loved my mom but she was raised to believe you please your man no matter what. That's where your worth came from
I worked alot of years as a waitress, both in restaurants and clubs. Male customers were always grabby and overtly *friendly* and for the most part you learned to smile and take it. But one particular regular was escalating in his attentions, and it was no longer just a quick hug or pat on the bottom...it was grabbing breasts and mouth kissing. I'd push him away, tell him no, and he'd laugh as would his friends (male and female). I reported it to my boss and the response was that this was my job, to make the customers happy - if I wanted to make enough money to live on, I would just learn to suck it up and take it with a smile.
I needed the money so I did.
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“I’ve organized a lot of programs in prison. One of the classes I started is called Creative Parenting. It’s the most popular class here. The waiting list is really long. I don’t have any kids myself, but I noticed that most guys are really soft for their kids. So that gave me an idea. Mainly we just make stuff and send it to the kids. We’ll do coloring projects where the father will color half the picture, and the kid will color the second half. We write bedtime stories. Most of the guys write about sports, but we make sure that every story has a moral. Sometimes we’ll take funny photos and send them to the kids. One guy’s daughter was really into My Little Pony. He was a tough guy. He was in a gang and everything, but he put his hair into pigtails and pretended to be a horse. We did another class where we made cards for kids with cancer. I had my family set it up with a hospital. We made about 200 cards. They didn’t want us to write ‘I hope you feel better,’ because that reminds the kids of what they’re going through. So we tried to keep it focused on Christmas. There were 150 guys in my unit, and 60 signed up for that program. A lot of the guys had to wait outside because the room was too small.” (Federal Correctional Complex: Hazelton, West Virginia)
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“I’m sixty-two now. I have three more years. I sold heroin. A lot of it. I had forty people working for me. If you were to ask me thirty-four years ago what it was going to be like in prison, I couldn’t have imagined. It’s been the same thing every day. Everyone I care about is gone. My mother passed. My father passed. My brother and sister. If I look backwards, I’ll lose my mind. I just try to keep busy and take it one day at a time. I’ve done every self-help program in the system. I’m the lead facilitator for the Men of Influence program. We teach behavioral skills, financial management, and entrepreneurship. In the five years that I’ve been in charge, we’ve graduated 250 people, and only one has come back to prison. I tell them: ‘Don’t let me be your future.’ And if I could say one thing to everyone who reads this interview. I want to apologize for the harm that I caused. If I could go back in time and correct it, I would. But that’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past 34 years. I grew up in the Baltimore projects. Everyone that I knew had nothing. I was trying to improve my life with the information that I had at the time. I grabbed the wrong rope. I’m sorry if I caused generations behind me to go astray. It wasn’t my intention to bring pain to the community. And I really think that when I’m released, I can be an asset to society.”
(Federal Correctional Institution: Cumberland, Maryland)
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