So, to all of you who follow me and who are not from Brazil, you should read this, and please reblog, if you can.
These are some photos of what is happening to our country today. São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro are facing protest all over the cities. To fight for their rights. Our country is living a hidden dictatorship. The protests started because the bus fee raised 20 brazilian cents. Which doesn’t seem that much, but you all should know that millions of brazilians live with a monthly income of no more than 700 brazilian reais (something like 350 american dollars). Some people live and raise families with that money. Monthly. To these people, $0,20 for each bus means a lot.
But the thing is: what initially was intended to be a protest against the bus fee turned into a protest against the government. A government that every year, steals millions of dollars of their people, in their own benefit. A government so corrupt, the population got used to it, and make jokes about it. In this country, a school teacher has a yearly income of $8400. The governors, on the other side, earn, for the same time, about $300.000. To work less. And they don’t even show up to work. And besides that salary, they steal.
And now, people are going to the streets. And the response is photographed. The government is brutally attacking everyone. I mean everyone. Protesters, pedestrians, reporters, photographers. Everyone. For no reason. They just attack. And bomb. And hurt.
The media is absolutely corrupted. The brazilian media makes it look like a violent act, that has to be fought with equal violence. That is a lie. 15 thousand people are going to the streets of Sao Paulo with no guns, no fire, no weapons. And they are being hurt, persecuted, and arrested. Some of them have to pay bail fees up to $20.000.
If you came all the way down here, please, reblog this. Help making the world know what is really going on here. This country, this beautiful country, with beautiful beaches, and women, and music, is now screaming in protest. This is the country in which the World Cup will be in 2014. A country that worries about the World Cup much more than it worries about the welfare of its citizens.
It’s sad being here. But we’re fighting.
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It must feel incredibly satisfying to shoot with a camera you built yourself, which is why Lomography has come up with the 35mm Konstruktor set. The idea behind the DIY kit is to help people understand the fundamentals of analogue photography.
Build Your Own 35mm SLR from Lomography
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The 27-year-old takes a long look down the street for police, then reaches into a plastic grocery bag and pulls out a blue water bottle. She squirts down a blank wall with wheat paste and slaps up one of her trademark posters. It features a stark pencil drawing of a young woman staring sternly with the words below in bold type: Women are not seeking your validation.
Tatayana Fazlalizadeh is my new hero. click the source link to read more!
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Tumblr, teaching more about rape culture than they do in school
This is inspring me, along with my own experiences of street harassment on a regular basis and the past traumatic experiences with supporting friends who have survived rape. I did a couple pieces on it back in New Britain, but I feel like it’s called for here as well. I’m never sure how to react immediately when a guy yells at me or says something creepy on the street. I need time to think about it, so I usually just ignore it and keep my chin up. Putting powerful words like this literally ON the streets I walk on might be the best, least infuriating solution for me in dealing with this problem.
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Erin & I (drunk).
We’re great just so you know. (via justaprettything)
D-in-A!!! It’s in my DNA : P still drunk
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This particular horoscope always speaks to me most accurately, probably because his examples are so bizarre and random. He always seems to hit the nail on the head, though. Here’s the horoscope he gave for Libra right now. I wasn’t sure when I first picked it up last night, but after the dream I had last night, I see it’s relevance most certainly:
Gonzo columnist Mark Morford wrote a list of liberated behaviors he wants to cultivate. Since you’re in the emancipatory phase of your yearly cycle, I invite you to try some of his strategies:
1) Have a gentler grip. Let go of tight-assed attitudes.
2) Make deeper penetration. Don’t be satisfied with surfaces.
3) Raise the vibration. Isn’t it a waste of precious life energy to mope around in a sour and shriveled frame of mind?
4) Appreciate appreciation. Treat gratitude as an emotion of the same caliber as joy.
5) Cultivate ecstatic silliness. Develop a blissful ability to take everything less seriously.
6) Drink the awe. Allow astonishment to seep in.
(More: tinyurl.com/morfordjoy)
Last night, I dreamt that Lindamood-Bell Learning Processes (my workplace) was run by conservative women in their 60’s and 70’s connected to the Catholic Church. I was in for my second day of training and found myself extremely attracted to one of my fellow trainees - a non-descript white woman my age with long brown hair. I don’t remember her face. But in the dream, I was drawn to her so strongly, we ended up making out in a empty room on the second day - hot ‘n’ heavy!
Word got around somehow about my friskiness and the bosses began to passive aggressively try to keep me from attending future meetings for the training. They wanted me to miss the information so that when it came time to do my job, I wouldn’t know how to do it and they could have a legal reason to fire me.
I left and went to the bathroom at one point and when I came out, everyone was gone. The only people left were myself and a skinny black girl my size with a pony tail, also my age. She said they’d gone to some hotel for a meeting and we had to run to catch up with them. We were out on the street (which was much less sparse than Mid-town and more like Hartford, CT). She said, “We’ve gotta sprint to catch up” and I was like “Oh, honey, you can go ahead and do that but I’m gonna jog. I am not in shape to sprint the whole way like that.” (Even in my dreams I’m outta shape! Haha)
So she took off and started running through the streets, quickly losing me. I caught up eventually and we kind of found the hotel (I started stirring at this point. I had woken up because of my sister’s cat and fallen back to sleep a couple of times). I can’t entirely remember the rest of it, but the thought I woke up with was: “Do I still have my job? Is my job secure?” And after fully coming into consciousness, realizing, “Yes, it’s fine. I’m not going to lose my job to ignorant, homophobic people.”
I have, however, been thinking a lot lately about being with women - sexually, socially, intimately. Brooklyn Pride brought up a lot of forgotten emotions of communal-acceptance and sexual freedom. I forgot what it was like to be around My People! How loving and friendly my fellow queers can be. I think that I need to immerse myself in that again. I never feel completely at ease in the Straight World with it’s strict gender binary and revulsion of feminine sexual power/control.
I like my upside down crazy queer, non-labeling, do-what-you-please kinda crowd. It’s difficult though trying to find that outside of the college environment. All the people I know now are through work or by living with certain people. I am starting to build a small circle of queer/female-identified friends through these feminist dinners I’ve been going to. It’s a start but it’s definitely something I will be brainstorming on how to pursue more actively in the future.
#Kayaking the mighty #Farmington #River #pleasantValley
Oh, my heart! My heart will always be found somewhere in this river.
The one true love of my life.
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FUCK RIGHT!!!
i believe i just reblogged this the other day but it speaks so loudly to me i can’t help but reblog it again.
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Norman Lindsay (1879–1969), Two Mermaids Looking at a Skull c.1939; ink & pencil drawing;