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It’s almost 7 and I could be at the design club meeting with some of my cohorts and eat out with them. I could’ve had my mom take me but we’ve been so busy, we had our carpets cleaned and we dropped off the dogs at Trixie’s house and now she’s cooking. Also she was a bit testy towards me earlier.

I feel like life would be so much easier if I was still able to drive. I know I can’t wait until my situations are good (like if I lose weight, can drive, etc.) to be happy again. I’m learning to live in the moment. But you guys don’t know how much dignity I have lost with this disease. Physically I’m not in pain at the moment (except when I fell down the stairs but that’s a different story) but mentally I feel…dehumanized. “You can’t lose with with prednisone” “you can’t drive for 6 months” “you can’t have a job while you’re in school”

I ask people can I still live fully and normally? And they say yes. Maybe I am waiting for someone to subconsciously say no so that its easier to crawl in a corner and not reach my fullest potential. My nephrologist said I can. She’s had patients that struggled with lupus for years but are able to get married, have kids and live normally. But it feels like its a never ending cycle with me.

It’s really difficult waking up everyday facing the world and the realities of this disease. But I try as much as I can to be grateful for what I do have. I can’t also let it get to me when I see someone my age/graduating class accomplish more than me.

I can’t give up, I won’t, my will is too strong even when my mind is weak. God give me a strong spirit. I have one more year of school left…I’ve undergone 8 years of college. How sad but bittersweet.

I know that Jeremiah 29:11 verse was specifically written for the Israelites and that a lot of people today take it completely out of context, but I wonder if He can provide a hope and a future for me too. I have to believe He will.

I know Abraham Lincoln had many many failures decades before he got to be President of the United States. If he can do it then so can I.

My mind is weak but my heart and spirit are strong.



Seizure First Aid. 

Learn it. Share it. Know it. Use it. 

100% correct medical information on tumblr for once; also consider calling 911 if you don’t know how often the person has seizures and ESPECIALLY if the seizure has lasted 5 minutes or more (which is why the watch is critical)


thechristianotaku asked a question

Hi!…I love your blog! Anyway I am a ally not gay so I hope this is fine to ask. Growing up Christian personally, I feel a large failing as christians is we fail to teach our youth about sexuality. We don’t allow youth to explore it. Masturbation is condemed with the use of misinterpreted verses. We instead allow them to grow in fear of it. We grow up repressed and afraid of anything involving the word sex. I feel if churches could start embracing sexuality and sex ed allowing youth more than “no sex before marriage, girls don’t let boys pressure you, boys you’re just filled with dirty desires, don’t be gay,” maybe kids wouldn’t have to fear their sexuality (as much)



Sex Ed is important, and we’re failing miserably. And yes, the Church deserves much of the blame for shaming youth and adults alike, but secular society could do better at this too.

Telling our youth to wait until they’re married is reckless; it’s a fact that they’ll experiment anyway. And then, they stand the risk of unwanted pregnancies, STIs, and mental vulnerability. Unfortunately, LGBT youth are the worst off, because even if sex ed is taught somewhere, it usually only includes heterosexual intimacy.

LGBT-inclusive sex ed must be a hallmark of a civilized society; we can’t afford not to have it. Whether it’s through the Church, through the schools, or from parents directly, we need to teach our youth to be safe, respectful, and have a plan.

The only religious organization I know working toward this goal is The Religious Institute. They advocate for sex ed, LGBT inclusion, and reproductive freedom. Maybe I’ll cover this when we launch the YouTube channel. Thanks for bringing up this important topic. —EM

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I noticed in evangelical settings (not mainline Protestant or Catholic) they really emphasize sexuality and purity to the point to where it becomes an idol. Purity culture freaks me out. Relevant magazine even wrote an article about that. I don’t like the idea of accountability partners. In the old young adult group I went to they were obsessed with telling other people your struggles. I found it creepy when a girl said she was struggling with masturbation. That’s something I’d keep to myself. I also feel like the church has this promise that if you save yourself for marriage then God will bless you with a hot exploding sex life. And if that’s not the case then there’s something wrong.

Trixie asked me in Hawaii if Cecilio and I have done it. I denied it with all my might but I think she knows the answer. She said it wouldn’t be normal if we didn’t. I was shocked she said that but not really. But then again she and i are way more liberal on our views than our family, friends and church brethren.


Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).

The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.

Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.



My Beef with the “I Love Boobies” Bracelets (via star-trekkin)

I will never not reblog this. So important.  (via youmightbeamisogynist)

This is just crazy… I wish I could say “some people” but this isn’t “some people”. This is how many men view women. This is how we’re taught to value them.

This is disgusting. Maybe I’m tripping cuz its 6 in the morning reading this just really bothered me.

You gon have a woman that you decided you felt for enough, cared about enough, loved enough to commit to them for the rest of your life but you don’t have enough integrity to stay with her because she lost her breasts? You would/did trust a woman to be the  mother of your children, but you no longer love her because she lost her breasts?

How many cowards adhere to this way of thinking?

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" When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant. "

- Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies   (via wordsnquotes)



Remember when Disney was all like ‘fuck how races work and homogeneous casts and couples’?

Black and white couple produce fillipino-american child. White dude is the valet. White step mother, one white step sister, one black step sister. Just a jumble, and it ought to happen again.

Some facts from imdb:

First multi-racial cast performing Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella.

Whitney Houston was producing Rodger and Hammerstein’s “Cinderella” and was to star in it until she decided that Brandy Norwood would make a better Cinderella. Brandy would not do it unless her idol Whitney took the Fairy Godmother role.

Brandy Norwood became the first African-American to play Cinderella. This version broke viewer-ship records when it debuted, and it holds the record for the bestselling video for a made for TV movie.

So fuck any noise where people say audience don’t want to see a mixed race couple, or more people of color. This was a success from television. I still remember Brandy singing Impossible. 

That ought to happen again. Mixed race live action cast where the relationships don’t made genetic or racial sense.

This was one of my favorite movies when I was little

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When you have dreams about your dad as if he was still alive.

I had that last night although he was in his weak state.

But I would usually have dreams of him being still alive doing normal things and just…being there. And one time before we went to the Philippines I dreamt that he came with us and visited Inang (his mother, my grandma). And in real life I actually did meet her.