PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT [mostly for those of the older generation - middle age and above…or anyone who thinks tattoos and piercings make you a “hooligan”]:
Tattoos and piercings mean one thing: we like to express our individuality as human beings. For me, it’s a way of celebrating our differences as human beings.
They DO NOT define our character or our morals. Most of us are upstanding citizens with good moral grounding. I have no criminal history. I vote. I go to city council meetings and county council meetings. I participate in my government. I am employed. I work very hard for independence. I do my best to follow the laws we vote on. I am tattooed and pierced and proud of it because it makes me, me. Stop judging people by their outside shell America, and slow down just a bit to get to know people before judging them.
This concludes our public service announcement for the day. Enjoy the rest of your scrolling.
Dude…wtf? The universe is so rude to me sometimes. My life. At least the shit is entertaining.
I have a new dream to reach for in life. One day, I want to rescue orphaned elephants.
Q: What do you seek in life?
A: Love, Meaningful Relationships, Independence, Strength, Compassion, Self-love, Self-respect, to gain the ability to provide for and protect those who are worth it: children, animals, those who are honest and good and genuine. I seek to be a good human, a human always yearning to learn and grow and become better, to be taking actions to better myself, to be true to myself, to be able to look back at my life and be proud of how I lived it.
As long as I have these things to seek, I have things to live for…a reason to get up each day — because I have things to do, goals to achieve, someone to be…and the great news is: nothing can get in my way if I don’t let it. Obstacles only exist if I believe in them.
Things that Freak Me Out:
2. Belly Buttons
I just spoke to my dad on the phone, and he said he and my mom would be there to support me in whatever capacity I need when I get my top surgery.
This is coming from the people who, when I first came out as lesbian, sent me to therapy to “fix” me…who tried to send me to “gay conversion” camps…who told me it was a phase…who told me I was going to hell…who in no way was ever going to accept me for who I am.
I feel like my head just exploded. I have my parents’ support? Wow, the universe comes together miraculously. It’s astounding.
In honor of getting my first male drivers license, I am participating in throwback Thursday. My, how things have changed since my senior pics from high school. So glad I can start living my life!