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Thursday. Being chased around the house by my son in his walker.
Reblog if you’ll answer anything that comes in your ask right now. Anonymous option enabled. Go for it. #shityoudowhenyourebored
Check my mail, feed my kid, scratch my ass, wash my hands. (That last part is very important. We’re all about the hygiene here at Casa Golden.)
Hrm. Most awesome thing about me? My sense of humor, maybe.
Re second question: Dimples. It’s always the effin’ dimples.
Not a jeep, but a BMW. I was a slattern in my youth.
I keep reblogging these, to no avail. #definitionofinsanity
Fuck it, I’m in.
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
Pablo Neruda
One day I’m going to have the most gorgeous sleep ever.
One day.
It’s time to delve into the world of players, pimps, hustlers, and strippers with hearts of gold—and the marginally talented authors who write about them. Tune in Tuesday night @8pm CST to hear us bash the worst of the worst. And while you’re listening, hit up the chatroom or throw up the #nerdnoire hashtag on Twitter to join in the convo!
So this ep will be about Zane and other such authors?
Why, yes. With some Eric Jerome Dickey thrown in for good measure.
aaand the church says “Amen.”
Cuss. Profusely.
A recent study out of Penn State University has found that chronic exposure to racial discrimination is analogous to the pressure troops can feel in combat and war. Researchers found that many African-Americans who’ve been faced with racism struggle with debilitating stress similar to soldiers returning home from war.
According to the study:
“African-Americans who reported in a survey that they experienced more instances of racial discrimination had significantly higher odds of suffering generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) some time during their lives.”
The Penn State study confirms a condition that William A. Smith, Ph.D., of the University of Utah has coined “racial battle fatigue.” Smith has argued that individuals can go directly from the experience of racism to the experience of a serious mental health disorder. The study says that while it does not view discrimination as the same as conditions are exactly what soldiers face on a battlefield, it claims the underlying commonality is that stress is created in chronically unsafe or hostile environments.
A sentiment I voice fairly often. Especially when I’m in a city other than Phoenix. Especially when I’m in Portland. It takes me a good 24 hours to fucking relax and realize I don’t have to be on guard. Those happy white people that smiled at you as you walked by? They’re just happy white people! They probably don’t even want to touch your hair! CALM DOWN.
You mean to tell me that Black Americans in the United States face stress similar to combat veterans ???
….this is my not shocked face.
Watch me be not surprised.
…and in other news? Bears shit in the woods.
*giggle* Less than three ewe 2, E.
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Much love to @dustdaughter for the kickass interview!
Yes, I have a Beyonce song in my iTunes library. I am not ashamed.
This goes out to…oh, fuck it. You know who you are.
The people who truly know your heart will always have your back.
Addiction can be a bitch… especially if it’s tv.
Hospital. Long story I’ll be happy to share whenever you’re around.
Sorry I missed you! This means, of course, that I’m gonna hafta put St. Louis on my “America, Fuck Yeah!” tour of the Midwest this summer.
hangin’ in, man. hangin’ in. how YOU doin?
To Whom It May Concern,
When you are at your lowest point, when the world has decided to take a humongous dump on you, when life has handed you your ass and you feel alone, abandoned, and frustrated? It is my sincere hope that someone you deeply care for leaves you in the same foul, abrupt fashion you left me. Extra points for unfriending you on Skype while you’re in the hospital.
Blow it out your ass,
-J.C.
