It Is In The Silence….

…Or, the place we hear the screams the loudest…
…All the places we hear the screams.

People always say they care…

….And such a phrase is supposed to matter.

However, I’ve noticed the silence more than the shouting (especially when I am the one shouting).

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“Prep is 85% of the work…”

….And the magic is in the make-up.

I sat on the subway on my late night ride home. At a stop, a young man got on dressed very “goth”, in the androgynous nature of the goth culture, all black everything and a full face of beautiful make-up.
He stood across from an older man, clearly blue collar and looking a little gruff, a painter in painters pants, et al.

The younger man had a NYX (makeup brand, new boutiques here) backpack, while the older man had a Dulux (room/house paint brand) one.
Between them existed an age gap as wide as I am old (some 40 years).

The older gentleman asked the younger “testing colours?”, referring to the marks of make-up on the back of his hand.

This inquiry sparked a conversation between the two, each speaking of their concept of “paint”; actual painting verses make-up (let it be known that drag queens often refer to their make-up as paint, as have some major designers in the make-up world). In the discussion, they found familiar ground, each excitedly stating their case and adding to the other’s points.

I did nothing but smile.

RIGHT THERE, People, right there! BOOM! It IS that simple.

We are all the same beneath our layers.
We all want to express ourselves and have our craft appreciated.

Incidentally, the one invited the other for a drink to discuss further and they exited together.

Yours, Mine And Ours….

…Or, The Fact or Quality of Being Different, Divergent, or Inconsistent.

You know, my friend feed elsewhere on that *other* site is filled with “I’m done with the hate” posts.

No, no you aren’t. Because if you were, you wouldn’t feel the need to tell everyone five times in three days. If you’re done, you are just DONE, you don’t carry on talking about it.

The only way to be done with the hate is to reject it in your own life (and by the way, you can never fully reject prejudice, unless you are somehow reverting back to birth. Even 3 month old babies display it, as does the whole of the animal kingdom. But you CAN change where you find it in your thoughts by choosing to LEARN and evolve your opinions).

The only way to change the world is to change yourself and your mindset, and then effect the little bit of world all around you.

Most of us aren’t going to have a grand impact on the planet, but! We can have a grand influence on the bits we interact with. We CAN be great in our communities and a shining example in the lives of others, thus leading by example.

Saying you’re done with hate but you continue to feed into it by posting memes and stories (all of which are, see above, bias! There is NO such thing as unbiased media), isn’t being done with it.

Just because YOU believe in the side your on in a near militant fashion (which by the way, also a hallmark of hate, not believing the other side could remotely be justified), doesn’t mean you are always 100% correct, or infallible. It just means you’ve likely started to see every like case through your opinion and leave little room for variance.

There’s ALWAYS AT LEAST 3 sides to every story: yours, mine and the truth which lies some where in the middle.

Reject it, reject the media making heroes out of wrong doers, eject the bickering around you about a victim’s personality or blame in the crime… seriously reject that, because if you participate in it, even if you think you are righteous by defending the victim, really what you are doing is perpetuating it all. Perpetuating hate, often misinformation  (on both sides) and the very root of the problem. Look for facts and make up your own mind, spread truth. Seek understanding and choose to spread love… that’s how you really counter hate.

Seriously, Cats and Kittens: Peace.
Can we just play nice?

Officially Unoffical…

…Or, believe it as you will.

I sometimes think my posts are a lot of whining and bitching. Perhaps they are, maybe they are not. The fact of the matter is, I post here because it is anonymous and I post to sort things out in my head. I really don’t care for whining, or carrying on about things past – but sometimes you have to purge, sometimes you have to vent and work through things to be able to let things go.

This is my place to do it…

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The Beautiful Weeds…

…Or the places roses grow.

I do call roses “weeds”but not necessarily in a bad way. You see, roses are very hardy, hard to kill and they will grow virtually anywhere, with very little care and sometimes in extraordinary circumstances. However, people love roses and they are considered perhaps the most beautiful of the flowers and stand for romance and friendship and so many other wonderful things. But really, a weed is just any plant growing somewhere it isn’t wanted.

It occurs to me, I have to write here more than once a month. It isn’t for lack of want or things to say… I don’t know why I neglect this, I like this space to share…

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Kickstart This Campaign…

…or at least fund this crowdsource.

I saw an article today that defined someone today as “deserving” for, really, the act of being a decent human being.
A crowdsourcing campaign was set up to fund something for this person just for publicly helping someone else out.

Just because you shovel the sidewalk for someone else, doesn’t mean the world owes you $300,000.
Every time I remove snow, I do not only my own, but the house to each side of my own, sometimes further. I don’t do this because I am some hero. I don’t do this because I am looking for accolades. I do it because I like shoveling snow and I am nice and it is nice for the people who have to use the sidewalk. It is because I am civilized and we live in a society and we are supposed to do for each other, that’s the deal.
(When in society did we start rewarding the mundane? When we do that, what becomes of the extraordinary? I suppose it becomes unbelievable; unwanted and by the wayside. I guess it’s easier to yell “PHOTOSHOP” than accept and be happy that someone could (dare) shine brighter than we do.)

This post is going to deal, initially, with money, but that isn’t really what it’s about. Money, as per usual with me, is merely a metaphor. This is a bit of a free-style personal rant, I guess…
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Silence…

…and social media.

I don’t know why I haven’t written here.
Each day in my head I go over things to write here, things I think of, but I just can’t seem to get to the computer to type. In a way, I have been taking a bit of a technology break. It isn’t that I do not want to update, it is that I do not want to get on the internet.
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