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Dinosaur, Feminism, and Shit: MrG 12 hours ago Really? He is a antiquated dinosaur. If you think like him, what does that say about you? REPLY 12 hours ago REPLY 11 hours ago (edited) @MrGlt does say a lot, about me. I'm not nearly as an alpha but do have alpha traits But I'm not going to sit here an give you an explanation, But he is right feminism has weakened men's self-esteem to ask out women. men to take charge and, are the bring home the bacon type, fewer men can't find jobs the workforce now is none existant. people are too fragile men arnt men anymore, that is fathers are none existant. we don't help our fellow man were all talk no go, we don't look out for others were selfish. only care about yours truly, I for one do care, but it takes a man to stand up an to get shit done not sit on. the sidelines while the rest twiddle their thumbs not knowing what to do, that's why it is in the white house an is the reason why we have a beta prime minister in Canada, I'm not sorry I agree with both of them not umm that other guy. I sub to is channel till he told me what to wear or what women want you to wear and that is they don't know they want' they just think they do, but everything else he said is spot on. Show less A YouTuber I follow, MrG, posted a video called "Self-Appointed Alphas", where he makes fun of men such as Jared Alpha Genesis and Noah Revoy. This "Aspiring alpha" didn't like what MrG had to say, and says that feminism has "weakened men's self-esteem". Also, RIP English.
Dinosaur, Feminism, and Shit: MrG 12 hours ago
 Really? He is a antiquated dinosaur. If you think like him, what does that say about you?
 REPLY
 12 hours ago
 REPLY
 11 hours ago (edited)
 @MrGlt does say a lot, about me. I'm not nearly as an alpha but do have alpha traits But I'm not going
 to sit here an give you an explanation,
 But he is right feminism has weakened men's self-esteem to ask out women. men to take charge
 and, are the bring home the bacon type, fewer men can't find jobs the workforce now is none existant.
 people are too fragile men arnt men anymore, that is fathers are none existant. we don't help our
 fellow man were all talk no go, we don't look out for others were selfish. only care about yours truly, I
 for one do care, but it takes a man to stand up an to get shit done not sit on. the sidelines while the
 rest twiddle their thumbs not knowing what to do, that's why it is in the white house an is the reason
 why we have a beta prime minister in Canada, I'm not sorry I agree with both of them not umm that
 other guy. I sub to is channel till he told me what to wear or what women want you to wear and that is
 they don't know they want' they just think they do, but everything else he said is spot on.
 Show less
A YouTuber I follow, MrG, posted a video called "Self-Appointed Alphas", where he makes fun of men such as Jared Alpha Genesis and Noah Revoy. This "Aspiring alpha" didn't like what MrG had to say, and says that feminism has "weakened men's self-esteem". Also, RIP English.

A YouTuber I follow, MrG, posted a video called "Self-Appointed Alphas", where he makes fun of men such as Jared Alpha Genesis and Noah Revo...

Advice, Cars, and Cute: Ladies, want to find a decent man? Want honest to god advice from a guy? Whether not your answer is yes, here it is. Sitting on the sidelines, one gains a new perspective of the game, they see both sides. First off, I could mock or rather mimic, my summary of how people interact today, it's a sad ioke seriously messed up and superficial. Today two people won't even make eye contact, and many in my own generation can't keep their eyes off a screen for 5 seconds, it's pathetic, really. Like most nice guys, I was brutalized in high school. I had to learn everything the hard way, by myself, no coaching from peers or friends. My friends were bigger losers than I was no interest in girls. I rebuilt myself ground up in my own image, who id imagined id be when I was a kid, still am. The road has been harsh, hell really, the likes of which few survive. Yet I'm winning, I'm identifying societal flaws and doing something, something real. Every day I see the average relationship, and every type of single you ca imagine, from the gangly to the clean kept and polite. What I see most is this, you want a guy but you demand a ken doll. The general consensus is a good guy always looks good, and a guy with flaws is usually a villain of some sort, some guys are pampered from their looks some guys can't even land a job a McDonalds because of theirs, so true in few cases. It's a vicious, heartless, unforgiving, vain society. People would assume a flawless guy charming guy is always good but he can be a creep just as likely as some hillbilly from the Appalachia's. Good guys are good not by default, well some maybe. For others, all meanness was beaten out of us physically and emotionally, we're so aware of what pain feels like that we have no desire to inflict it on others in any way. We'd rather just get along with everyone. We meet more resistance in life than most we have to work harder for everything, including looking our best. Some guys have lost hope and don't even groom themselves anymore, all they need is a women's touch, her opinion. When I see a girl express an opinion it's usually "omg he's sooo cute" with a flawless guy, and "Ew!" around a flawed guy with even so much as a freckle! I'm not making this up; I see which dudes get the attention and which don't. the dudes that you go after are the guys who dump their paycheck investing in getting laid, competition to get your attention, work some charm and get you to bed. It works, 100% of the time, the dudes with the PJ Masks, the dudes with the nice cars they get any girl they want, and you all murmur buying the nicest threads, the most expensive kicks, the smoothest hot ride, the loudest subs, it's all positive feedback about them. Guys who aren't desperately trying to get in your pants are less obvious they prolly shop at goodwill, maybe drive a beater, or are overweight, well, people can change, and you can be the one to inspire that change. I'm friends with only other guys who respect women, and we are very few, other dudes are jerks. I'm being optimistic when I say maybe at least 1 in 7guys is truly decent, the rest either need some work, or are lost causes. The guys who have never had to truly suffer for anything will bear little personality and less empathy for you. The guys you seek, you actively ignore whether by staring at your phone, looking away, or shooting them an angry look, smile. Try being approachable, switch out the yoga pants for a skirt, yoga pants cause car accidents, get rid of the makeup, we're not so vain, we'll still think you're cute. Maybe approach a guy if you're curious even if he doesn't feel the same he'll still offer his friendship if he's nice. The guys standing around you are probably waiting to tear this down, because if they're a player, a jerk. They will identify this as impeding with their love life, love... Hahaha. If you think he has potential, maybe give him a few pointers. S.S. Found stapled to a tree at my university. A little long, but it’s worth the read.
Advice, Cars, and Cute: Ladies, want to find a decent man? Want honest to god advice from a guy? Whether not your answer
 is yes, here it is. Sitting on the sidelines, one gains a new perspective of the game, they see both sides.
 First off, I could mock or rather mimic, my summary of how people interact today, it's a sad ioke
 seriously messed up and superficial. Today two people won't even make eye contact, and many in my
 own generation can't keep their eyes off a screen for 5 seconds, it's pathetic, really.
 Like most nice guys, I was brutalized in high school. I had to learn everything the hard way, by myself, no
 coaching from peers or friends. My friends were bigger losers than I was no interest in girls. I rebuilt
 myself ground up in my own image, who id imagined id be when I was a kid, still am. The road has been
 harsh, hell really, the likes of which few survive. Yet I'm winning, I'm identifying societal flaws and doing
 something, something real. Every day I see the average relationship, and every type of single you ca
 imagine, from the gangly to the clean kept and polite. What I see most is this, you want a guy but you
 demand a ken doll. The general consensus is a
 good guy always looks good, and a guy with flaws is
 usually a villain of some sort, some guys are pampered from their looks some guys can't even land a job
 a McDonalds because of theirs, so true in few cases. It's a vicious, heartless, unforgiving, vain society.
 People would assume a flawless guy charming guy is always good but he can be a creep just as likely as
 some hillbilly from the Appalachia's.
 Good guys are good not by default, well some maybe. For others, all meanness was beaten out of us
 physically and emotionally, we're so aware of what pain feels like that we have no desire to inflict it on
 others in any way. We'd rather just get along with everyone. We meet more resistance in life than most
 we have to work harder for everything, including looking our best. Some guys have lost hope and don't
 even groom themselves anymore, all they need is a women's touch, her opinion. When I see a girl
 express an opinion it's usually "omg he's sooo cute" with a flawless guy, and "Ew!" around a flawed guy
 with even so much as a freckle! I'm not making this up; I see which dudes get the attention and which
 don't. the dudes that you go after are the guys who dump their paycheck investing in getting laid,
 competition to get your attention, work some charm and get you to bed. It works, 100% of the time, the
 dudes with the PJ Masks, the dudes with the nice cars they get any girl they want, and you all murmur
 buying the nicest threads, the most expensive kicks, the smoothest hot ride, the loudest subs, it's all
 positive feedback about them. Guys who aren't desperately trying to get in your pants are less obvious
 they prolly shop at goodwill, maybe drive a beater, or are overweight, well, people can change, and you
 can be the one to inspire that change. I'm friends with only other guys who respect women, and we are
 very few, other dudes are jerks. I'm being optimistic when I say maybe at least 1 in 7guys is truly
 decent, the rest either need some work, or are lost causes. The guys who have never had to truly suffer
 for anything will bear little personality and less empathy for you. The guys you seek, you actively ignore
 whether by staring at your phone, looking away, or shooting them an angry look, smile. Try being
 approachable, switch out the yoga pants for a skirt, yoga pants cause car accidents, get rid of the
 makeup, we're not so vain, we'll still think you're cute. Maybe approach a guy if you're curious even if
 he doesn't feel the same he'll still offer his friendship if he's nice. The guys standing around you are
 probably waiting to tear this down, because if they're a player, a jerk. They will identify this as impeding
 with their love life, love... Hahaha. If you think he has potential, maybe give him a few pointers. S.S.
Found stapled to a tree at my university. A little long, but it’s worth the read.

Found stapled to a tree at my university. A little long, but it’s worth the read.

Bad, Friends, and Love: You know what? Fuck it! Social Fuck being pathetically bad with people I know. Fuck being so unreliable. Fuck worrying about how bad I am for society. When school starts again I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do it and if I regret it so be it this is living. When I gi to school I'm going to look people in the eye. I'm going to put on my best smile. I'm going to shake their hand and I'm going to complement them. I'm going to help them. I'm going to be a person who in boring. I dont care if you hate me. I dont care if a hate you. I donr care if you're male, or female, or anywhere in be- tween. I dont care if you are way about my social sta- tus. I don't care if you are better than me. I don't care if you are smarter than me. I dont care if you're fitter than me. I dont care if you don't think you want it. I'm going to be tour ally, I'm going to love every single person I meet because we are all in the same boat. We are all people trying to get through the hardest year of our lives so far. I love every single on of you. I dont care if you want to love me back, I dont care if you want to hit me or ignore me. Whatever happens and whatever has happened. I forgive you all. I dont need forgiveness, I dont need friends.I dont need gratitude. I want to live. Because the end is so, so close. No more sidelines. No more. Good luck with everything you want, everyone. I'm positive you'll do areat! Found on r/teenagers and thought it would fit in here.
Bad, Friends, and Love: You know what? Fuck it!
 Social
 Fuck being pathetically bad with people I know. Fuck
 being so unreliable. Fuck worrying about how bad I
 am for society.
 When school starts again I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna
 do it and if I regret it so be it this is living. When I gi to
 school I'm going to look people in the eye. I'm going
 to put on my best smile. I'm going to shake their hand
 and I'm going to complement them. I'm going to help
 them. I'm going to be a person who in boring.
 I dont care if you hate me. I dont care if a hate you. I
 donr care if you're male, or female, or anywhere in be-
 tween. I dont care if you are way about my social sta-
 tus. I don't care if you are better than me. I don't care
 if you are smarter than me. I dont care if you're fitter
 than me. I dont care if you don't think you want it. I'm
 going to be tour ally, I'm going to love every single
 person I meet because we are all in the same boat.
 We are all people trying to get through the hardest
 year of our lives so far. I love every single on of you.
 I dont care if you want to love me back, I dont care if
 you want to hit me or ignore me. Whatever happens
 and whatever has happened. I forgive you all.
 I dont need forgiveness, I dont need friends.I dont
 need gratitude. I want to live. Because the end is so,
 so close. No more sidelines. No more. Good luck with
 everything you want, everyone. I'm positive you'll do
 areat!
Found on r/teenagers and thought it would fit in here.

Found on r/teenagers and thought it would fit in here.

Alive, Being Alone, and Bad: Follow April 25 A MOTHER'S WORST FEAR The Door to Freedom.. The last thing I remember telling the police before they took me away was where Arabella's diapers were and how to take care of her. I felt confused scared and in shock at the thought of not being with my daughter all the time....having to uphold some ideal image of what a mother should be For those who don't know my story it probably feels like I just dropped a bomb on you so let's start at the very beginning... When I first found out I was pregnant the first emotion I remember feeling was anger At that time in my life I wasn't ready for a child. I was busy chasing guys, having sex, and working 11 hour 'dream job' shifts, and contemplating going to vet school. I thought I was 'connected and living the life but I wasn't. I was connected to a deeper drive. A drive to be good' at all costs...a drive to subscribe to what I thought on some level would award me love. You know? THE AMERICAN DREAM... Go to college get a degree build a family etc. None of it felt easy. It often felt like trying to swim against a strong current...the current being my heart. I subscribed to the american dream for a while and even now, as I look back, I wouldn't change the lessons I learned and how it inevitably led me to where I am today but before we get there back to the story.. When I got pregnant I was technically adult (26) but in many ways I was stll a child inside...I hadn't broken free from the constraints of expectations I had taken on from my parents and society. I was dead inside and using sex, work, social media, and food to cope with it. After I found out I was pregnant I considered abortion. Iremember my mom had told me she had one before yet something in me told me no. I wanted to go through with it even though I had no clue who I was or what I was doing. Time passed and my pregnancy didn't get any easier. Work was a struggle. I remember going to farmers markets selling dog treats at 30 weeks after my soul cat suddenly died in my arms. I was at an was shot. I felt alone more thanI ever had and relied heavily on my partner I time low. My self esteem to be there when he wasn't 'home' either I soon got a job as a secretary and found myself following the footsteps of my mother. She was a secretary when she was pregnant with me... Working for 'the man' while her dreams desires passions were put on hold to make a living to make a life for me. She wanted to give me the freedom she never had and the security that she never felt. Being the oldest female she became a mom before she was ready. She had to grow up before she was ready to help her mom who was crumbling as a mostly single mother of 5. I remember hearing stories about grandma lashing out in anger at all 5 kids and imagined that she must've felt trapped too..in this dynamic that has been going on for a LONG time. The cycle came here to break. If I knew what it would take to break this cycle I wouldn't have chosen the path I've walked. I would've told myself it would be too painful and wrong and yet my soul set everything up perfectly and whether I liked it or not. I had signed up for the death of the mother image whether I liked it or not. I chose my path. МОTHERHOOD... I've never been one to pretend to like something I don't and motherhood was one of those dislikes for me. The expectations of motherhood my brain downloaded for the sake of inclusion and connection (as a mother) fucking sucked. I bucked kicked and screamed at them the whole way. My anger was always bubbling beneath the surface ready to come out and react at every 'little" thing. Yet, thing is it WASNT little." It was never about the spilled milk, the poopy messes, or the loud toys. It was about how deprived of love, passion, and turn on I was. My cup was more than empty so the little things always came out BIG. didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with myself much less another human being. I remember it getting so bad that I ended up screaming in my Arabella's face when she was an infant because I felt sleep deprived and poweriess to what she needed. Her dad was asleep on the couch pretending to stay asleep because he had work. I felt utterly alone and enslaved to the needs of another human being. It was the perfect recipe for anger and resentment. aPSUa I was selling my soul for money and 'cookies' following the footsteps of a civilized American mom while my wild heart cried out in pain so deep that not even I could hear her. I had pushed her down so far that the only ways I knew how to deal with the grief of that separation at the time was reactivity sex and work. I felt trapped in a world I didn't want to live in. I felt enslaved to an image wanted to shatter. I wanted more for my life and Arabella and felt powerless to creating it especially under the belief that a mother MUST ALWAYS be with her children. I mean if that was true then I was fucked and so was she. When Arabella was about 1 I started going on Tinder. I felt a hunger rising in me. I wanted to feel wanted again and sex seemed like the next best thing. A quick and easy fix to patch over the gaping grief l couldn't bare to look at. After I started meeting quys for quick fucks it became clear how much I wanted to escape my reality as a mother. It became clear that I wanted to feel pleasure...that I wanted to feel ALIVE and even though sex seemed like the answer it wasn't. Time passed and I got bored with Tinder. I started focusing on my career and ended up meeting a guy at an intuitive arts fair. There was IMMEDIATE sexual chemistry. We started dating and my sex drive went through the roof. Not only was he better than the shotty tinder material he was well seasoned in his sexual ity. He gave me permission to express my sexuality in new and exciting ways that I had been longing for. I felt alive again and I attributed it to him. I spent as much time with him as possible and would have Baby sitters and family to watch Arabella just about every weekend. I was addicted to feeling alive thinking it came from HIM. I had no idea that he was pointing to something that I had long forgotten within me. I often felt wrong for having so much fun (without Arabella) when we were apart I never thought of her enough to text to see how she was. I felt guilty thinking that I should be like every other mom and sacrifice myself for her but deep down I knew that that wouldn't help me OR her. I started to see that the more I was happy the more she was happy. It was this fleeting happiness that had become dependent on whether or not I was with my bf or not. The less time I spent with him the more I went into feeling angry and powerless. I was relying on him to BE my source of pleasure. I still had no idea what it felt like to feel turned on in my own light. I spent a lot of time online sharing emotional videos of how motherhood was wearing on me. I eventually started talking about sex. I was having so much fun with my bf and my online followers that I made a sex group wherel encouraged us all to share sex stories in a safe space. As the posts trickled in a mom had mentioned how she rarely has sex because her kids are always around. Wanting to push the boundaries of society and not really thinking responded saying "Oh I've had sex in the same room hlla before I was bouncing on his cock while she was bouncing on his chest. as So of course, given that no context was shared around this statement, I started receiving messages telling me "you're going to rot in jail." This is still the hardest part of my story to share because of how shocking it is and how much it shuts people down and kicks their judgements into overdrive. The only thing that keeps me from NOT sharing it is my commitment to the bigger message behind all of this So context wise (if you're still coherently listening and curious)is: A was 2.5 at the time asleep in her bed next to mine. My bf and I woke up before her and started having sex and she woke up seeing me bouncing thinking I was playing so she started bouncing on her bed and came over to where we were I didn't want to shame her so I didn't just jump up and freak out. I allowed the situation to dissipate by focusing on the play aspect INSTEAD of the sexual. At the time I didn't know what the term sex positive meant.. All I knew was that I didn't want her to experience the sexual shame and shut down I experienced...that I didn't want her to feel a sense of 'wrong when it came sex And what gets twisted is that a sex positive approach is seen as grooming on INVOLVING children in sexual acts which is the direction CPS and the cops took my situation. My post was turned in a long with a picture of me and A in the bathtub where she was pouring water on my leg which was made to be perverted by a woman who had her chief of police husband and news reporter file a police report On the afternoon of August 1st I got a call from CPS and set up a visit with seize them. Later that night the police broke down my door with a warrant my electronics. They found a picture I had taken of A playing naked in a tub in my bfs backyard while he was sitting naked on the couch in the background. That was, as you can imagine, enough for the conservative county of Montgomery TX to take me in under the charge 'indecent exposure with a child At that point I was in pure shock. I couldn't feel a thing or smile for months and even though my story is dramatic my hope is that you don't get SO caught up in the drama that you miss the bittersweet beauty of the journey itself. Shock was the beginning of the mom image shattering for me....Resistance was the second. I didn't know how to let go so the first thing I went to to cope was work. (self development and hustling). I was determined to make everything right. I clung even more to the image of a 'good mom and what that would mean. Thoughts would run through my head like... What kind of mom doesn't have her shit together for her daughter? What kind of mom doesn't work and take care of everything? What kind of mom loses' her daughter? What kind of mom doesn't have a nice place and a school set up for her daughter? and whether I was aware of these thoughts or not they were driving me. The hard truth underneath it all was that I was grieving. I had been grieving most of my life. I thought I was grieving Arabella but through lots of retreats therapy tears and shifts I came to realize that what I was REALLY grieving was my heart (that Arabella so beautifully reflected back to me). I was grieving my dreams desires and passions that I had pushed down rejected and shamed. I was grieving my love. I had become so shut down afraid and walled off from the world that the big beautiful bold sensual radiant parts of me had become dormant. What first felt like a loss turned out to be the biggest miracle of my life. A miracle of love rising in in the 'impossible' Learning to dance through the biggest storm of my life was a miracle. To be as open loving and happy as I am now is a miracle (pain and beauty included). It was not easy to face my sexual shame, grief, and choices that led to an unfulfilled life. I was not easy to see that I was the one who created my life down to every last detail all the way from my childhood to now. The separation with Arabella being a huge part of that. And the joy and the sensual aliveness that has come from that (mess and all) is everything I've always wanted AND it is a path I would've never consciously chosen for myself. I have been reborn and as dramatic as my path has been I wouldn't change it for the world because know if I did I wouldn't be here speaking to it and delivering a message that has the power to create new worlds where women are free from the role of 'mother. If you're a mom still reading this I want to tell you something from my heart to yours from the depths of my soul to yours...as much as you may believe your role to be your children there is more love and purpose for you here. The world needs your light. I had no idea what the world was missing from me until started to come back to life laughing playing dreaming and creating. The color flooded back through the tears and the willingness to love again...I began to remember my innocence my DESIRE, my essence, and my wild heart that never burned out...my love that knows no bounds. Living my pleasure is the greatest gift I can possibly give myself and the children that choose me as their vessel to experience theirs. I'm traveling, dancing, and living in the city of my choice with incredible supportive friends. It seems like it wasn't that long ago when I was looking out through a glass wall wondering when it would be my turn to play and have fun. I sat on the sidelines pouting. I forgot who I was and that, with every cell of my being, I have the power to make my dreams come true. LOVE created the miracle that is now my life and when you say "But what about your daughter?" My response is this...she is not mine to claim. She is on her path and l am on mine. We are forever connected. I choose to trust that every decision I make simply because it feels good is a love letter I write not only to her but to every child woman and man on this planet One of the most brain dead, irresponsible “mothers” in existence. TD:LR in comments
Alive, Being Alone, and Bad: Follow
 April 25
 A MOTHER'S WORST FEAR
 The Door to Freedom..
 The last thing I remember telling the police before they took me away was
 where Arabella's diapers were and how to take care of her.
 I felt confused scared and in shock at the thought of not being with my
 daughter all the time....having to uphold some ideal image of what a mother
 should be
 For those who don't know my story it probably feels like I just dropped a
 bomb on you so let's start at the very beginning...
 When I first found out I was pregnant the first emotion I remember feeling
 was anger
 At that time in my life I wasn't ready for a child. I was busy chasing guys,
 having sex, and working 11 hour 'dream job' shifts, and contemplating going
 to vet school.
 I thought I was 'connected and living the life but I wasn't. I was connected to
 a deeper drive. A drive to be good' at all costs...a drive to subscribe to what
 I thought on some level would award me love.
 You know?
 THE AMERICAN DREAM...
 Go to college get a degree build a family etc. None of it felt easy. It often felt
 like trying to swim against a strong current...the current being my heart. I
 subscribed to the american dream for a while and even now, as I look back, I
 wouldn't change the lessons I learned and how it inevitably led me to where I
 am today but before we get there back to the story..
 When I got pregnant I was technically adult (26) but in many ways I was stll
 a child inside...I hadn't broken free from the constraints of expectations I had
 taken on from my parents and society.
 I was dead inside and using sex, work, social media, and food to cope with
 it. After I found out I was pregnant I considered abortion.
 Iremember my mom had told me she had one before yet something in me
 told me no.
 I wanted to go through with it even though I had no clue who I was or what I
 was doing.
 Time passed and my pregnancy didn't get any easier. Work was a struggle. I
 remember going to farmers markets selling dog treats at 30 weeks after my
 soul cat suddenly died in my arms. I was at an
 was shot. I felt alone more thanI ever had and relied heavily on my partner
 I time low. My self esteem
 to be there when he wasn't 'home' either
 I soon got a job as a secretary and found myself following the footsteps of
 my mother. She was a secretary when she was pregnant with me... Working
 for 'the man' while her dreams desires passions were put on hold to make a
 living to make a life for me.
 She wanted to give me the freedom she never had and the security that she
 never felt.
 Being the oldest female she became a mom before she was ready. She had
 to grow up before she was ready to help her mom who was crumbling as a
 mostly single mother of 5.
 I remember hearing stories about grandma lashing out in anger at all 5 kids
 and imagined that she must've felt trapped too..in this dynamic that has
 been going on for a LONG time.
 The cycle came here to break. If I knew what it would take to break this cycle
 I wouldn't have chosen the path I've walked.
 I would've told myself it would be too painful and wrong and yet my soul set
 everything up perfectly and whether I liked it or not.
 I had signed up for the death of the mother image whether I liked it or not. I
 chose my path.
 МОTHERHOOD...
 I've never been one to pretend to like something I don't and motherhood was
 one of those dislikes for me.
 The expectations of motherhood my brain downloaded for the sake of
 inclusion and connection (as a mother) fucking sucked.
 I bucked kicked and screamed at them the whole way. My anger was always
 bubbling beneath the surface ready to come out and react at every 'little"
 thing.
 Yet, thing is it WASNT little."
 It was never about the spilled milk, the poopy messes, or the loud toys. It
 was about how deprived of love, passion, and turn on I was.
 My cup was more than empty so the little things always came out BIG.
 didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with myself much less another
 human being.
 I remember it getting so bad that I ended up screaming in my Arabella's face
 when she was an infant because I felt sleep deprived and poweriess to what
 she needed.
 Her dad was asleep on the couch pretending to stay asleep because he had
 work. I felt utterly alone and enslaved to the needs of another human being.
 It was the perfect recipe for anger and resentment.
 aPSUa
 I was selling my soul for money and 'cookies' following the footsteps of a
 civilized American mom while my wild heart cried out in pain so deep that
 not even I could hear her.
 I had pushed her down so far that the only ways I knew how to deal with the
 grief of that separation at the time was reactivity sex and work.
 I felt trapped in a world I didn't want to live in. I felt enslaved to an image
 wanted to shatter. I wanted more for my life and Arabella and felt powerless
 to creating it especially under the belief that a mother MUST ALWAYS be
 with her children.
 I mean if that was true then I was fucked and so was she.
 When Arabella was about 1 I started going on Tinder. I felt a hunger rising in
 me. I wanted to feel wanted again and sex seemed like the next best thing.
 A quick and easy fix to patch over the gaping grief l couldn't bare to look at.
 After I started meeting quys for quick fucks it became clear how much I
 wanted to escape my reality as a mother.
 It became clear that I wanted to feel pleasure...that I wanted to feel ALIVE
 and even though sex seemed like the answer it wasn't.
 Time passed and I got bored with Tinder. I started focusing on my career and
 ended up meeting a guy at an intuitive arts fair. There was IMMEDIATE
 sexual chemistry.
 We started dating and my sex drive went through the roof. Not only was he
 better than the shotty tinder material he was well seasoned in his sexual ity.
 He gave me permission to express my sexuality in new and exciting ways
 that I had been longing for. I felt alive again and I attributed it to him.
 I spent as much time with him as possible and would have Baby sitters and
 family to watch Arabella just about every weekend.
 I was addicted to feeling alive thinking it came from HIM. I had no idea that
 he was pointing to something that I had long forgotten within me.
 I often felt wrong for having so much fun (without Arabella) when we were
 apart I never thought of her enough to text to see how she was.
 I felt guilty thinking that I should be like every other mom and sacrifice myself
 for her but deep down I knew that that wouldn't help me OR her.
 I started to see that the more I was happy the more she was happy. It was
 this fleeting happiness that had become dependent on whether or not I was
 with my bf or not. The less time I spent with him the more I went into feeling
 angry and powerless.
 I was relying on him to BE my source of pleasure. I still had no idea what it
 felt like to feel turned on in my own light.
 I spent a lot of time online sharing emotional videos of how motherhood was
 wearing on me. I eventually started talking about sex. I was having so much
 fun with my bf and my online followers that I made a sex group wherel
 encouraged us all to share sex stories in a safe space.
 As the posts trickled in a mom had mentioned how she rarely has sex
 because her kids are always around.
 Wanting to push the boundaries of society and not really thinking
 responded saying "Oh I've had sex in the same room hlla before I
 was bouncing on his cock while she was bouncing on his chest.
 as
 So of course, given that no context was shared around this statement, I
 started receiving messages telling me "you're going to rot in jail."
 This is still the hardest part of my story to share because of how shocking it
 is and how much it shuts people down and kicks their judgements into
 overdrive.
 The only thing that keeps me from NOT sharing it is my commitment to the
 bigger message behind all of this
 So context wise (if you're still coherently listening and curious)is: A was 2.5
 at the time asleep in her bed next to mine. My bf and I woke up before her
 and started having sex and she woke up seeing me bouncing thinking I was
 playing so she started bouncing on her bed and came over to where we
 were
 I didn't want to shame her so I didn't just jump up and freak out. I allowed the
 situation to dissipate by focusing on the play aspect INSTEAD of the sexual.
 At the time I didn't know what the term sex positive meant..
 All I knew was that I didn't want her to experience the sexual shame and
 shut down I experienced...that I didn't want her to feel a sense of 'wrong
 when it came
 sex
 And what gets twisted is that a sex positive approach is seen as grooming on
 INVOLVING children in sexual acts which is the direction CPS and the cops
 took my situation.
 My post was turned in a long with a picture of me and A in the bathtub where
 she was pouring water on my leg which was made to be perverted by a
 woman who had her chief of police husband and news reporter file a police
 report
 On the afternoon of August 1st I got a call from CPS and set up a visit with
 seize
 them. Later that night the police broke down my door with a warrant
 my electronics.
 They found a picture I had taken of A playing naked in a tub in my bfs
 backyard while he was sitting naked on the couch in the background.
 That was, as you can imagine, enough for the conservative county of
 Montgomery TX to take me in under the charge 'indecent exposure with a
 child
 At that point I was in pure shock. I couldn't feel a thing or smile for months
 and even though my story is dramatic my hope is that you don't get SO
 caught up in the drama that you miss the bittersweet beauty of the journey
 itself.
 Shock was the beginning of the mom image shattering for me....Resistance
 was the second.
 I didn't know how to let go so the first thing I went to to cope was work. (self
 development and hustling). I was determined to make everything right. I
 clung even more to the image of a 'good mom and what that would mean.
 Thoughts would run through my head like...
 What kind of mom doesn't have her shit together for her daughter?
 What kind of mom doesn't work and take care of everything? What kind of
 mom loses' her daughter?
 What kind of mom doesn't have a nice place and a school set up for her
 daughter? and whether I was aware of these thoughts or not they were
 driving me.
 The hard truth underneath it all was that I was grieving. I had been grieving
 most of my life. I thought I was grieving Arabella but through lots of retreats
 therapy tears and shifts I came to realize that what I was REALLY grieving
 was my heart (that Arabella so beautifully reflected back to me).
 I was grieving my dreams desires and passions that I had pushed down
 rejected and shamed. I was grieving my love.
 I had become so shut down afraid and walled off from the world that the big
 beautiful bold sensual radiant parts of me had become dormant.
 What first felt like a loss turned out to be the biggest miracle of my life. A
 miracle of love rising in in the 'impossible'
 Learning to dance through the biggest storm of my life was a miracle. To be
 as open loving and happy as I am now is a miracle (pain and beauty
 included).
 It was not easy to face my sexual shame, grief, and choices that led to an
 unfulfilled life.
 I was not easy to see that I was the one who created my life down to every
 last detail all the way from my childhood to now.
 The separation with Arabella being a huge part of that.
 And the joy and the sensual aliveness that has come from that (mess and
 all) is everything I've always wanted AND it is a path I would've never
 consciously chosen for myself.
 I have been reborn and as dramatic as my path has been I wouldn't change
 it for the world because know if I did I wouldn't be here speaking to it and
 delivering a message that has the power to create new worlds where women
 are free from the role of 'mother.
 If you're a mom still reading this I want to tell you something from my heart
 to yours from the depths of my soul to yours...as much as you may believe
 your role to be your children there is more love and purpose for you here.
 The world needs your light.
 I had no idea what the world was missing from me until started to come
 back to life laughing playing dreaming and creating. The color flooded back
 through the tears and the willingness to love again...I began to remember my
 innocence my DESIRE, my essence, and my wild heart that never burned
 out...my love that knows no bounds.
 Living my pleasure is the greatest gift I can possibly give myself and the
 children that choose me as their vessel to experience theirs.
 I'm traveling, dancing, and living in the city of my choice with incredible
 supportive friends. It seems like it wasn't that long ago when I was looking
 out through a glass wall wondering when it would be my turn to play and
 have fun. I sat on the sidelines pouting. I forgot who I was and that, with
 every cell of my being, I have the power to make my dreams come true.
 LOVE created the miracle that is now my life and when you say "But what
 about your daughter?" My response is this...she is not mine to claim. She is
 on her path and l am on mine. We are forever connected. I choose to trust
 that every decision I make simply because it feels good is a love letter I write
 not only to her but to every child woman and man on this planet
One of the most brain dead, irresponsible “mothers” in existence. TD:LR in comments

One of the most brain dead, irresponsible “mothers” in existence. TD:LR in comments

Apple, Facebook, and Football: tibets Reporter wears grape costume to defend boy suspended for banana suit captain-price-official: shatterstag: gaymergirls: basedheisenberg: Real recognizes real. I finally got curious and decided to google this story, and the headline is just the tip of the iceberg.  Let it never be said again that journalism is a humorless business. Covering an odd tale about a 14-year-old autistic boy who was handcuffed by police and suspended for running down the sidelines of a high school football game at halftime wearing a banana costume, Washington, D.C. reporter Pat Collins donned a grape suit and went out to get his story. Speaking to Bryan Thompson, who pulled the prank on Sept. 14 and found himself at the center of a controversy over the school’s response, Collins’ sarcastic outrage seemed palpable. “School officials accused him of being disruptive and disrespectful,” Collins said. “Frankly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about.” He asked the student: “Why a banana? Why not a … grape?” “I don’t know,” Thompson replied. “Potassium is great.” Following the prank, Colonial Forge High School Principal Karen Spillman suspended Thompson for 10 days, and even recommended that he be kicked out of school for the entire year. Shortly thereafter, Thompson had composed his own rap song about the incident (called “Free Banana Man!”), set up a Facebook page dedicated to “Banana Man,” and someone even launched a petition calling for his suspension to be lifted. Thompson’s outrage at the punishment was shared by his fellow students, who began creating yellow t-shirts that read, “Free Banana Man!” So the school did what schools so often do when their authority is challenged: they banned the shirts, began confiscating them, and sent students to detention for supporting their classmate. That’s when the American Civil Liberties Union got involved, telling the principal that her actions were unconstitutional. “But when you think about it, you might see [the school’s] point,” Collins jokingly concluded. “It starts with a banana. Then, all of the sudden, you have an apple, and an orange, and maybe a grape! And before you know it, you have fruit salad in the schools! We can’t have that.” The school’s principal was ultimately forced to resign, and Thompson has since returned to his studies. [x] NICE “I don’t know,” Thompson replied. “Potassium is great.”
Apple, Facebook, and Football: tibets
 Reporter wears grape costume to defend
 boy suspended for banana suit
captain-price-official:

shatterstag:

gaymergirls:

basedheisenberg:

Real recognizes real.


I finally got curious and decided to google this story, and the headline is just the tip of the iceberg. 

Let it never be said again that journalism is a humorless business.
Covering an odd tale about a 14-year-old autistic boy who was handcuffed by police and suspended for running down the sidelines of a high school football game at halftime wearing a banana costume, Washington, D.C. reporter Pat Collins donned a grape suit and went out to get his story.
Speaking to Bryan Thompson, who pulled the prank on Sept. 14 and found himself at the center of a controversy over the school’s response, Collins’ sarcastic outrage seemed palpable.
“School officials accused him of being disruptive and disrespectful,” Collins said. “Frankly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about.”
He asked the student: “Why a banana? Why not a … grape?”
“I don’t know,” Thompson replied. “Potassium is great.”
Following the prank, Colonial Forge High School Principal Karen Spillman suspended Thompson for 10 days, and even recommended that he be kicked out of school for the entire year.
Shortly thereafter, Thompson had composed his own rap song about the incident (called “Free Banana Man!”), set up a Facebook page dedicated to “Banana Man,” and someone even launched a petition calling for his suspension to be lifted.
Thompson’s outrage at the punishment was shared by his fellow students, who began creating yellow t-shirts that read, “Free Banana Man!”
So the school did what schools so often do when their authority is challenged: they banned the shirts, began confiscating them, and sent students to detention for supporting their classmate.
That’s when the American Civil Liberties Union got involved, telling the principal that her actions were unconstitutional.
“But when you think about it, you might see [the school’s] point,” Collins jokingly concluded. “It starts with a banana. Then, all of the sudden, you have an apple, and an orange, and maybe a grape! And before you know it, you have fruit salad in the schools! We can’t have that.”
The school’s principal was ultimately forced to resign, and Thompson has since returned to his studies. [x]


NICE



“I don’t know,” Thompson replied. “Potassium is great.”

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