National Coming Out Day

The day started like any other Monday, waking up to the super bright blinding light shining through my window. Ugh how I loathe waking up like this, forcing my eye lids to open up and allow for my sight to kick I only resulting in them sling-shoting shut again. I continue with this common practice for another 20 minutes or so before I rise from my mildly comfortable bed. I'm awake I gather my things and package my iPad and charger. And I head out to my dads truck where I put my bags and return…

Why does nobody talk about how monsters go through puberty? Afterall, everyone has a monster…When I was a kid, monsters only existed within the confinements underneath my bed; they hid in the closet and possessed the bodies of dolls whose frames were too weak to support them. Monsters lurked in the shadows of the night, waiting for the lights to turn off so they could creep alongside the bed, turning dreams into nightmares. I was told children weren’t allowed to roam alone after nightfall…

life and the pursuit of one's dreams, including her prospects for the future. RH: Why did you choose entertainment as a career? TK: Well, I got arrested when I was a teenager, and I decided that the way I was living my life was not really working out. Me fitting into the "nine to five," traditional, small-town world made me kind of a loser, but when I'm in the…

Repair café started from Amsterdam, Netherlands where Martine Postman and her family started to think about ways to reduce waste going into landfills. Today is has more than 1,100 sites across 30 nations. The idea of repair café is steered by the people who are aware of the environmental issues just like Annie Leonard, the creator of the film ‘The Story of Stuff’. As mentioned both from the film and this article about repair café, products today are manufactured in a way that make their parts…

I have had enough of her. “Get out,” I said sternly. I stood against her, a rabid wolf. Her words were each a bite mark on a heart, “I won’t leave until you tell me what you did!” Her towering posture had made that sentence that much scarier. I couldn’t tell her, because to tell her would be suicide to me. She thought I had done something terrible. I swiftly grabbed a nearby lamp and swung at her to let its glass shatter on her face. She howled in pain, like a wounded animal. I took my chance to…

The mother tells us she is a "big-boned woman with rough, man-working hands" (876). We can see a large rough woman, who wears overalls during the day and a flannel nightgown when she goes to bed. Because she compares herself to a man many times, we can picture what she looks like. She and her daughters are black, but she describes Dee as being lighter than her other daughter, Maggie. She seems to be dreaming about how beautiful Dee probably is after all these years. She continues her daydreaming…

thought she was saying. Not only not picking up on the tone of her voice and her actions prevented me from seeing that I was not really understanding what she was truly saying to me. It would have also helped us both if she had just come out and stated that she was moving out and going to a place that would be helping her on a twenty-four hour basis would have helped also. Being rushed through a conversation can also lead to miscommunication on both parties involved in that conversation. As…

and that is just one part of the many things I have to juggle on a daily basis. Although I say these things, I completely agree and see where you are coming from. In that regard, I believe that I have a compromise that will not just satisfy only you two, but me as well. In my first paragraph I said that I agreed and saw where you both were coming from. I would like to further elaborate on that. What I meant when I said that was, I know you push me to…

started one day at work. First, Drew a coworker said: “Today is a the big day!” when he walked into the lab “We have to go out to Voodoo Village to finish up our surveillance on mosquitos.” This made me very nervous because when I remember in my home country of Haiti, Voodoo is a serious subject, nothing to play with. Though the thought of going to this place made me extremely uneasy. Second, I packed up my gear and got in the truck with him. Formerly, on a daily basis, Drew and I go out in…

Formal Analysis: David Bourdon and Gregory Battcock David Bourdon and Gregory Battcock is an oil on canvas piece by the artist Alice Neel. In this piece you see two seated men, one in suit and tie and the other only in underwear. Both men seem to be staring off into the distance with disinterest. This piece is actually a portrait of the openly gay couple. Alice specialized in portraits and bringing attention to features others usually didnt say much about although you could not help think of.…