This Dust. That Mud.

Trailer for the documentary After Tiller

AFTER TILLER intimately explores the highly controversial subject of third-trimester abortions in the wake of the 2009 assassination of practitioner Dr. George Tiller. The procedure is now performed by only four doctors in the United States, all former colleagues of Dr. Tiller, who risk their lives every day in the name of their unwavering commitment toward their patients. Directors Martha Shane and Lana Wilson have created a moving and unique look at one of the most incendiary topics of our time, and they’ve done so in an informative, thought-provoking, and compassionate way.

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Adults are asked how they imagine the future of the world - bleak.

Then they watch their children talk about their dreams.

The 5-year-old boy I'm tutoring will be evaluated for adhd soon because his teacher was strongly suggesting it.  

I'm looking for information about adhd, particularly in children, but have no idea where to start.

Probably about 6 or so months ago I put this shirt away and haven't worn it because I thought I looked terrible in it, mainly because I thought I looked too fat in it.

The other day I was hanging out with my neighbor.  We've hung out a few times before and it's been mostly fine.  This time he started getting a little touchy and then told me to blow him.  I said fuck no, so he told me all about how I'm going to be lonely for the rest of my life because I refuse to please men.  Because any man that tells me to blow him, I better get down on my knees and start sucking, right?  Because how am I ever going to have any men in my life if I'm not fucking them?  He proceeded to  ask me why I hate men.  Because not wanting to suck his dick and getting angry about what he had just said = me hating all men.  For the next hour, until I asked him for the hundredth time to leave, he continually insulted me for every fucking reason possible.  I felt myself getting so tense, raising my voice while trying to stop it, getting flustered, and feeling crazy when he kept changing what he was saying. I haven't felt that way since my last relationship with an abusive asshole.  Red.  Fucking.  Flags.

But the worst part is I'm not feeling comfortable in my apartment alone, and there's nothing I can do about this.  I know I'll see him again.  I know he'll keep texting me.  I know he'll come knock on my door sometime.  And all I can do is keep telling him to leave me alone and hope he does.

I was sitting here at this coffee shop reading, a guy on a couch near me had been here since I got here 40 minutes ago and had been sleeping the entire time.  More people were coming in and tables were filling up.  The barista gently woke up the guy, explained that all the seats were full and he needed to either stay awake or leave.  He said okay, the barista went back to making drinks, and the sleepy guy went back to sleep.  This happened three more times.  I started getting pissed at the guy who wouldn't leave.  

The owner of the coffee shop came in, did the same, did it again and said he had two minutes to leave.  He closed his eyes again.  The owner made some drinks and came back to tell him he needed to listen and leave.  She told him the rain had cleared up and asked if he'd like a free cup of coffee to take with him.  He said 'yes, thank you' took the coffee and left.

Neither the barista or owner raised their voice.  When it seemed like they started to get annoyed they went behind the counter, took a deep breath, continued their work, and tried again.  I know they have to deal with this all the time and just thinking about that made me get annoyed and start feeling angry.  But they get it.  It had been raining hard, he was obviously having a rough time and needed a place to sleep.  Not the best thing for their business but they tried to give him what they could.