This week has been challenging. I’ve had events (both social and professional) every day after work. Same goes for next week.
Last night, I had an ILF meeting to discuss a part-time program manager position from 6-7 pm. Then from 7:30-8:45, I met with a fellow CAPAL board member to work on the upcoming gala and career fair. I got home around 9:30 and settled in to work on a writing application. Unfortunately I fell asleep on the couch and woke up at midnight, at which point I crawled into bed.
The app is due today (in my defense, I only found the application yesterday), so tonight I really have to work on it. I also have to send out some CAPAL stuff.
Then tomorrow morning, I’m meeting my AALead mentee at 10 am for our first one-on-one outing.
Feeling grounded in community.
When you come home tonight, I will not be there. On the sideboard there is a note that says “I am tired of wearing my heart on my sleeves for you, I’ve taken it back.” Look, it’s exhausting to love you like this. I would have stood outside for you if I knew you’d pass by to open the door for me but my fingers are cold and you’re just standing at the window trying to decide if you can be open enough to let me in. I don’t know if you can or know how but I know that my hands are tired of reaching to empty spaces. God, it’s not okay for you to love me when it’s convenient or when you’re not busy. It’s not okay for you to not try because you know I’ll be waiting there for you anyway. It’s not okay because your cold is seeping into me and I used to be throbbing once, I used to be a fire. I don’t know how to give less of myself to someone. I don’t know how to be half full or half feeling so when I said that I would have stayed with you, I meant it. I don’t want to have to be anything less than I am but I can’t stay with you anymore. Your arms are perpetually folded. Mine can’t reach far enough to keep us both warm. I’ve tidied your clothes. I’ve left you milk in the fridge, but I won’t pick up your calls anymore. I’m closing the door gently behind me, I’m not coming back, I have to look for something warmer.
Lupita Nyong’o breaks down the importance of having role models in the media and what they tell us about our psyche [x]
Her perfection seriously blows my mind.
tbh the only reason anybody is “straight-passing” is because of the common and harmful conception that heterosexuality is the default and that queerness must have extreme and visible markers to be valid
Below are the key takeaways (which I found the most interesting) from Phil Libin’s recent appearance
at ThisWeekIn: Startups with Jason Calacanis.
- If I ever write a book about my experience with Evernote, I already got the title picked out. The title’s going to be, ‘Good Problem To Have.’ The…
For those days when your skin
cannot contain all of you
when it feels like you’ve forgotten
how to sleep with forgiveness
I need you to invite her in again
I cannot promise she will be gentle
but I know she will fit into all the pieces of you
you’ve rubbed raw with salt and memory
The bodies of women of color are in a precarious situation: they are either at odds with the standard of beauty or become that standard without being credited.
Just submitted poems to 2 online literary/poetry magazines. Also have a May 1 deadline coming up for a poetry anthology.
This is exciting.
the thing to realize here is that conservatives find the idea of paying workers a livable wage so absurd that they make hyperbolic comparisons like this
because fifteen dollars and hour and a hundred thousand dollars an hour both mean the same thing to them; more than you deserve
^That commentary is very important.
how many times have u looked at strangers and noticed small good things about them like “whoa the way their hair bounces is cute” “she has such nice eyelashes” “her hands look so soft” “those pants suit her well” etc?
so many random strangers. you have been one of those for so many other people too.
people do notice.