Lori Collins

The scribbles of a girl who never wanted to grow up, except for in the fun ways.

bohemea:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

Beautiful!

I.. got something in my eye here…

(Source: carlosbaila, via decemberpaladin)

thedarklawyer: I don’t mean to dishonor the other stories here. But there is one I wanted to add. A good portion of my pro-bono work is defending abused children. It’s a cause close to my heart.  In the course of my work I met a man who was an adult survivor. You wouldn’t have known it looking at him. He was this gigantic Polynesian guy. Wild curly hair. I think of him every time I see Khal Drogo on GoT. He was counseling some of the little kids, and doing a fantastic job of it. I visited his home to get his opinion on something and I noticed a little toy on his desk. It was Trolley. Naturally curious, I asked him about it. This is what he told me: “The most dangerous time for me was in the afternoon when my mother got tired and irritable. Like clockwork. Now, she liked to beat me in discreet places so my father wouldn’t see the bruises. That particular day she went for the legs. Not uncommon for her. I was knocked down and couldn’t get back up. Also not uncommon. She gave me one last kick, the one I had come to learn meant ‘I’m done now’. Then she left me there upstairs, face in the carpet, alone. I tried to get up, but couldn’t. So I dragged myself, arm over arm, to the television, climbed up the tv cabinet and turned on the tv.  “And there was Mr. Rogers. It was the end of the show and he was having a quiet, calm conversation with those hundreds of kids. In that moment, he seemed to look me in the eye when he said ‘And I like you just for being you’. In that moment, it was like he was reaching across time and space to say these words to me when I needed them most. “It was like the hand of god, if you’re into that kind of thing. It hit me in the soul. I was a miserable little kid. I was sure I was a horrible person. I was sure I deserved every last moment of abuse, every blow, every bad name. I was sure I earned it, sure I didn’t deserve better. I *knew* all of these things … until that moment. If this man, who I hadn’t even met, liked me just for being me, then I couldn’t be all bad. Then maybe someone could love me, even if it wasn’t my mom. “It gave me hope. If that nice man liked me, then I wasn’t a monster. I was worth fighting for. From that day on, his words were like a secret fortress in my heart. No matter how broken I was, no matter how much it hurt or what was done to me, I could remember his words, get back on my feet, and go on for another day. “That’s why I keep Trolley there. To remind me that, no matter how terrible things look, someone who had never met me liked me just for being me, and that makes even the worst day worth it to me. I know how stupid it sounds, but Mr. Rogers saved my life.” The next time I saw him, he was talking to one of my little clients. When they were done with their session, he helped her out of her chair, took both of her hands, looked her in the eyes and said: “And remember, I like you just for being you.”  That, to me, is Mr. Rogers’ most powerful legacy. All of the little lives he changed and made better with simple and sincere words of love and kindness.

thedarklawyer:

I don’t mean to dishonor the other stories here. But there is one I wanted to add.

A good portion of my pro-bono work is defending abused children. It’s a cause close to my heart.  In the course of my work I met a man who was an adult survivor. You wouldn’t have known it looking at him. He was this gigantic Polynesian guy. Wild curly hair. I think of him every time I see Khal Drogo on GoT. He was counseling some of the little kids, and doing a fantastic job of it.

I visited his home to get his opinion on something and I noticed a little toy on his desk. It was Trolley. Naturally curious, I asked him about it.

This is what he told me:

“The most dangerous time for me was in the afternoon when my mother got tired and irritable. Like clockwork. Now, she liked to beat me in discreet places so my father wouldn’t see the bruises. That particular day she went for the legs. Not uncommon for her. I was knocked down and couldn’t get back up. Also not uncommon. She gave me one last kick, the one I had come to learn meant ‘I’m done now’. Then she left me there upstairs, face in the carpet, alone. I tried to get up, but couldn’t. So I dragged myself, arm over arm, to the television, climbed up the tv cabinet and turned on the tv. 

“And there was Mr. Rogers. It was the end of the show and he was having a quiet, calm conversation with those hundreds of kids. In that moment, he seemed to look me in the eye when he said ‘And I like you just for being you’. In that moment, it was like he was reaching across time and space to say these words to me when I needed them most.

“It was like the hand of god, if you’re into that kind of thing. It hit me in the soul. I was a miserable little kid. I was sure I was a horrible person. I was sure I deserved every last moment of abuse, every blow, every bad name. I was sure I earned it, sure I didn’t deserve better. I *knew* all of these things … until that moment. If this man, who I hadn’t even met, liked me just for being me, then I couldn’t be all bad. Then maybe someone could love me, even if it wasn’t my mom.

“It gave me hope. If that nice man liked me, then I wasn’t a monster. I was worth fighting for. From that day on, his words were like a secret fortress in my heart. No matter how broken I was, no matter how much it hurt or what was done to me, I could remember his words, get back on my feet, and go on for another day.

“That’s why I keep Trolley there. To remind me that, no matter how terrible things look, someone who had never met me liked me just for being me, and that makes even the worst day worth it to me. I know how stupid it sounds, but Mr. Rogers saved my life.”

The next time I saw him, he was talking to one of my little clients. When they were done with their session, he helped her out of her chair, took both of her hands, looked her in the eyes and said: “And remember, I like you just for being you.” 

That, to me, is Mr. Rogers’ most powerful legacy. All of the little lives he changed and made better with simple and sincere words of love and kindness.

(via scary-murphy)

New posters for the con season.Will be kicking these girls off at Emerald City Comicon. I hope people like them >,<

pit-of-legos: feministdisney: bobswarley-mon: holytaxaccountant: imyoungerthanthatnow: weremallard: buzzfeed: Whoa Okay, seriously. I  just have to say this. How exactly, as a mother, do you explain to your daughter that “beautiful” and, for that matter, “fierce”, equals going from a Presidential inauguration to looking like a whore in front of millions at the super bowl? Lip synching both times, though I’m not going there, really?  I mean, I could walk around dressed like that, but why? It doesn’t make you more desirable. It doesn’t make you more professional. It doesn’t make you fierce. It’s kinda sad. I don’t care how good you look. It’s the wrong message. Period.  Imagine Aerosmith playing in just boxers. Or the Who. People would have been horrified. So why is this okay? Beyoncé Knowles is one of the best selling music artists of all time. She’s won 16 Grammys awards. Inspired multiple other artists, including Adele and Lady Gaga. She’s already established herself. She’s supports multiple charities. She co-founded a charity that provided housing for Hurricane Katrina victims. She donated $100,000 to the Gulf Coast Ike Relief Fund. She as an ambassadors for the 2005 World Children’s Day program. She was part of charity concerts where donated food helped feed hungry families, children and seniors. She was inducted into the International Pediatric Hall of Fame. She once donated her entire salary to Phoenix House and opened up a cosmetology school there. Should I go on? I say her kids should be fucking proud of her. What has any of us done with our life to allow us to be so judgmental over the way someone dresses?  I’m surprised there’s still people that think that there’s something wrong with outfits women wear just like this one. What exactly sends the wrong message? The fact that you can see her legs? If so, saying that women should HIDE their legs, or their cleavage for that matter, is sending the wrong message. Showing her legs and cleavage does not turn her into a sex object, she’s still a person, a person that is proud of her body. Fact of the matter is, why do we make it our business? Why do we even have to fucking talk about the fact that there is nothing wrong with how a woman chooses to wear her clothes. That’s because women are still perceived as sex objects and are taught how not to look like one, that’s why. People that believe sexism doesn’t exist anymore make me want to vomit. yeah fuck u weremallard haha are these shamers for real you can do 5,000 great things and be on top of the world, but to them that’s not what really matters, what really matters is how short your skirt is.  Showing your gams in public? SCANDAL!!! I would love for any daughter or son of mine to aspire to be Beyonce this is a beyonce-appreciation/fuck slut-shamers blog I was just thinking how flattering her costume was and how I appreciated that it was so covering of all the &#8220;scandalous&#8221; bits. (Not that I&#8217;d disapprove of she WASN&#8217;T covering any scandalous bits&#8230;. it&#8217;s her choice, obvs) Why is is no matter how accomplished, intelligent, talented and well spoken you are, EVEN OTHER WOMEN will shoot you down and tell you that you&#8217;re nothing but a whore (or conversely, not pretty ENOUGH) because you don&#8217;t fit their idea of modesty/aesthetic beauty. Come on ladies, that&#8217;s up there with middle school boys telling a woman that is assertive and self-assured that she&#8217;s &#8220;on her period&#8221;. We can&#8217;t expect others to treat us with respect or to stop the pervasiveness of rape culture until we afford that respect to each other, first.

pit-of-legos:

feministdisney:

bobswarley-mon:

holytaxaccountant:

imyoungerthanthatnow:

weremallard:

buzzfeed:

Whoa

Okay, seriously. I  just have to say this. How exactly, as a mother, do you explain to your daughter that “beautiful” and, for that matter, “fierce”, equals going from a Presidential inauguration to looking like a whore in front of millions at the super bowl? Lip synching both times, though I’m not going there, really?  I mean, I could walk around dressed like that, but why? It doesn’t make you more desirable. It doesn’t make you more professional. It doesn’t make you fierce. It’s kinda sad. I don’t care how good you look. It’s the wrong message. Period.  Imagine Aerosmith playing in just boxers. Or the Who. People would have been horrified. So why is this okay?

Beyoncé Knowles is one of the best selling music artists of all time. She’s won 16 Grammys awards. Inspired multiple other artists, including Adele and Lady Gaga.

She’s already established herself.

She’s supports multiple charities. She co-founded a charity that provided housing for Hurricane Katrina victims. She donated $100,000 to the Gulf Coast Ike Relief Fund. She as an ambassadors for the 2005 World Children’s Day program. She was part of charity concerts where donated food helped feed hungry families, children and seniors. She was inducted into the International Pediatric Hall of Fame. She once donated her entire salary to Phoenix House and opened up a cosmetology school there.

Should I go on?

I say her kids should be fucking proud of her.

What has any of us done with our life to allow us to be so judgmental over the way someone dresses? 

I’m surprised there’s still people that think that there’s something wrong with outfits women wear just like this one. What exactly sends the wrong message? The fact that you can see her legs?

If so, saying that women should HIDE their legs, or their cleavage for that matter, is sending the wrong message. Showing her legs and cleavage does not turn her into a sex object, she’s still a person, a person that is proud of her body.

Fact of the matter is, why do we make it our business? Why do we even have to fucking talk about the fact that there is nothing wrong with how a woman chooses to wear her clothes.

That’s because women are still perceived as sex objects and are taught how not to look like one, that’s why. People that believe sexism doesn’t exist anymore make me want to vomit.

yeah fuck u weremallard

haha are these shamers for real

you can do 5,000 great things and be on top of the world, but to them that’s not what really matters, what really matters is how short your skirt is.  Showing your gams in public? SCANDAL!!!

I would love for any daughter or son of mine to aspire to be Beyonce

this is a beyonce-appreciation/fuck slut-shamers blog

I was just thinking how flattering her costume was and how I appreciated that it was so covering of all the “scandalous” bits. (Not that I’d disapprove of she WASN’T covering any scandalous bits…. it’s her choice, obvs)

Why is is no matter how accomplished, intelligent, talented and well spoken you are, EVEN OTHER WOMEN will shoot you down and tell you that you’re nothing but a whore (or conversely, not pretty ENOUGH) because you don’t fit their idea of modesty/aesthetic beauty. Come on ladies, that’s up there with middle school boys telling a woman that is assertive and self-assured that she’s “on her period”. We can’t expect others to treat us with respect or to stop the pervasiveness of rape culture until we afford that respect to each other, first.

(via scary-murphy)

erikamoen:

lacigreen:

chazzthegamr:

Slut Shaming and Why it’s Wrong (x)

Doesn’t she seem a bit young to be talking about something like this…?

She’s obviously old enough to see it happening and to form her own opinions about it.  Substantive discussion and critical thinking should never be discouraged, no matter what the age of the person.  I watched her vids back when she was making them too, and she’s sharp as a tack.

At first I was a bit taken aback to see such a young girl talking about slut-shaming and, specifically, sex. She can’t be more than twelve or thirteen! But then I remembered that I was probably about her age when I first started getting slut-shamed and I figure she’s old enough to already be receiving it too so you know what? Good on you, girl.

I remember watching cartoons when I was about seven or eight, laying on the ground with my arms wrapped around a pillow and my legs starfished out to either side, enjoying some Tailspin or Gummi Bears, and my grandmother spotting me in that position. I don’t remember what she said specifically, but I perfectly recall the way the venom in her voice made me feel tiny and disgusting while she commanded me to close my goddamn legs because that’s not how good girls sit (not a criticism ever leveled at my brother).

I remember regularly being chased around my house throughout high school to escape my mom’s attacks and worrying if the tiny lock on the bathroom door would be strong enough to withstand her throwing her entire body weight against it, trying to break it down as she’d scream about what a slut, a whore, I am, over and over. Except for a tiny peck-on-the-lips kiss I’d encountered during a game of Truth or Dare when I was twelve, I had no romantic physical contact until I turned eighteen, so being accused of slutting out was the most misplaced accusation she could possibly invent. But I was a female, and in my family (on the maternal side), that meant you were a slut until proven innocent. My grandmother did it to my mother and her sisters and they did it to their daughters, passing down their internalized misogyny and hatred of sex to each new generation of women in our family.

Finding out that sex can be something other than “A thing you just have to do to keep your husband from leaving you” (true quote, from my mother to me!) was world-changing for me. This is where my sex positive comics come from. This is why it’s so important for me to talk about sex and show it being fun and healthy. I do this because I can’t go back in time and protect my younger self, but maybe I can reach another young person who’s in the same place I was at that age.

So yeah, young-looking-lady in those animated .gifs. I’m glad you know sex is not something you should be ashamed of and that people who try to shame you for it are wrong. You rock the fuck on. Good on you.

(Source: thecouscousqueen, via itswalky)

New poster for ECCC, and a little different than my normal stuffs.

New poster for ECCC, and a little different than my normal stuffs.

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