From the inside out.
I know that it sounds weird but- I forget just how happy I am... just how happy I am when I'm with people. Happy to just be.
Cassandra takes all the pictures for DCYD. She's a professional and she really has a good eye for what makes a good picture- I continue to find myself impressed with her work. I'm glad we've gotten to know each other, what a joy. Check out the site- there's some entertaining pictures there!
These are from the pride parade- there are all really good pictures! I really like the one's with just the beads- there's one of a blue stained hand- yeah. . . that's me! Those effin beads were just melting! I still can't get over how hot it was that day- but we really had a good time.
Courtney and I were talking one time about the bonds that people share. She was explaining to me that when people share a traumatic event or one person helps another through a traumatic crisis, they have what she said was a 'trauma bond.' It's essentially a connectedness that is further strengthened by having survived something together. I know what she's talking about. Going further- I think there is something about being dedicated and the bonds that are created in the good memories too. I think that's why a song can stir up so many emotions like what was the first song you had with someone? (Alabama's Dixie-land Delight. . . hey we DON'T judge!) At any rate- the point was, I forget how happy I am- until the pictures remind me. I forget to be thankful for the solidarity I've found in, not just the cause, but the people that meet me there.
Sidebar- teaching 8th grade sexual harassment today. When asked, "What is sexual harassment?" One girl answers, "Dats win day think you a hollaback girl, butchu ain't." It's usually at that comical point I say to myself, very quietly of course. . . Ah- that's our future. That is our future.
Cassandra takes all the pictures for DCYD. She's a professional and she really has a good eye for what makes a good picture- I continue to find myself impressed with her work. I'm glad we've gotten to know each other, what a joy. Check out the site- there's some entertaining pictures there!
These are from the pride parade- there are all really good pictures! I really like the one's with just the beads- there's one of a blue stained hand- yeah. . . that's me! Those effin beads were just melting! I still can't get over how hot it was that day- but we really had a good time.
Courtney and I were talking one time about the bonds that people share. She was explaining to me that when people share a traumatic event or one person helps another through a traumatic crisis, they have what she said was a 'trauma bond.' It's essentially a connectedness that is further strengthened by having survived something together. I know what she's talking about. Going further- I think there is something about being dedicated and the bonds that are created in the good memories too. I think that's why a song can stir up so many emotions like what was the first song you had with someone? (Alabama's Dixie-land Delight. . . hey we DON'T judge!) At any rate- the point was, I forget how happy I am- until the pictures remind me. I forget to be thankful for the solidarity I've found in, not just the cause, but the people that meet me there.
Sidebar- teaching 8th grade sexual harassment today. When asked, "What is sexual harassment?" One girl answers, "Dats win day think you a hollaback girl, butchu ain't." It's usually at that comical point I say to myself, very quietly of course. . . Ah- that's our future. That is our future.
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I find her definition to be quite succinct. LoL.
Casey
You can't seriously be for Chris Bell. I just noticed that. He's a joke. If I were going to be here to vote, I'd vote Strayhorn.
Eeps. =)
~Casey
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