Let It Be,

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

EVERYONE

clowns actually originated in egypt to entertain royalty- they wore weird masks and imitated gods.  there were also clowns in ancient china, greece, and italy. it wasn’t “black face and then switched to white face” like i saw in the notes– the clown white paint was invented in 1801. 

It’s amazing how quickly the things you thought would make you happy seem small once you stumble on something true.

Words I haven’t said Poison my thoughts And the pictures I see Kill me from the inside out I don’t know where you’re going And my goodbye falls short It’s like I’ve been here before Down and out my friend Down and out again And then years later I hear your name And back I go Drowning in the deep end Just like those nightmares That I used to have You leave me breathless again So on and on I’ve gotten good At saying I’m alright And that everything’s okay But the lumps in my throat Let me know Just how far from the truth That really is And then years later I hear your name And back I go Drowning in the deep end Just like those nightmares That I used to have You leave me breathless again And as the day comes to an end I’m still here breaking my heart for you Writing songs you’ll never hear I’d do it all again if I could I wouldn’t change a thing My dear you know I’m no good

This was 1976. Big Bird understood and was wholly accepting and empathetic toward Buffy breastfeeding in public, and Big Bird is meant to be the equivalent of a preschool aged child, but every single day on social media, adults exclaim disgust toward breastfeeding in public and misogyny at the parents who do so. People, you’re less evolved than

I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.

In San Francisco last year, a man stabbed a woman in the face and arm after she didn’t respond positively to his sexually harassing her on the street. In Bradenton, Fla., a man shot a high school senior to death after she and her friends refused to perform oral sex at his request. In Chicago, a scared 15-year-old was hit by a car and died after she tried escaping from harassers on a bus. Again, in Chicago, a man grabbed a 19-year-old walking on a public thoroughfare, pulled her onto a gangway and assaulted her. In Savannah, Georgia, a woman was walking alone at night and three men approached her. She ignored them, but they pushed her to the ground and sexually assaulted her. In Manhattan, a 29-year-old pregnant woman was killed when men catcalling from a van drove onto the sidewalk and hit her and her friend. Last week, a runner in California — a woman — was stopped and asked, by a strange man in a car, if she wanted a ride. When she declined he ran her over twice. FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.