Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.
has rarely happened but yeah
I am always shocked when people compliment me on my looks, because (this is going to sound weird) sometimes I forget what I look like…
I’M BACK! I missed you guys tons! Can’t wait to catch up on what you’ve been up to. Fill up my ask box, it’s awful lonely. :)
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[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]
staghunts:
“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in:
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said.
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back.
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this.
I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER.
Do not forget this.
Let’s make sure we all get screen shots too, in case tumblr manages to get this off again.
So, tumblr is trying to delete this? Well… no. No fucking way. You don’t go around deleting stories like this.
Reblogging just on fucking principle. If you are following me, would you please consider doing the same?
They are; I believe this is a repost because of the small amount of notes. The original post had thousands. If I’m not mistaken, the original post was deleted because the guy’s family complained. What about HER family, though? What about her? Simply fucking disgusting.
… so, he was an arsehat, his family said that people knowing about him being an arsehat would hurt them and tried to make this better by being arsehats, too?
Ah, well then. I’ll be saving a copy and just posting it again should it disappear again.
Keep her story alive.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3v4ahIMJ41qlxu8ho1_250.jpg)
A Year and a Day ~ Day Thirteen ~ Wednesday, 5/9/2012
Lucky number thirteen!
And a lucky day it was indeed.
I meditated at my altar and worked on my success spell some more. I haven’t worked on it in a few days as my Chakras are all fatootzed (Yiddish for ‘discombobulated’) and that energy vampire was particularly posing a problem. Some personal power and white sage took care of him!
I had the best night of concentrating thus far. I was, and am, so proud! I found it particularly helpful to chant what my goals were out loud (it helps a great deal to be veryspecific)! My goals are to get the job at the Silver Willow (the New Age/Witch shop I went to a few weeks back), and for Nick and his unit to come home safely. The harder I concentrated, the more I felt a surge of energy around me, and the candle flame danced wildly! I can’t think of anything else it could have been, as there was no breeze or other outside influence to disturb the candle.
In job hunt related news, another shop I was looking at that’s closer to me is not doing so well. My friend John, who I mentioned in an earlier post, is manager there. The thing that really kind of sucks for them is that there was more activity on their road when Cox Communications was next door, but they have since moved to a larger location in a different town. As a result, any consumer activity on that road has all but stopped dead. The few times I’ve stopped by the shop, it’s been only John and I, and one other time a friend of his who is a shaman was there. It’s gotten to the point where John is worried about his own job. It’d be so sad if they had to close, as I know he enjoys what he does so much.
Also, John happens to be a Reiki Master, and I mentioned to him that I’ve been feeling all out of sorts metaphysically. He told me that he could sense that my Chakras are a mess. He offered to come by my place next week after my guests return home to cleanse them for me. I accepted, of course. I could really use a good tune-up.
I recieved a letter from Nick yesterday, and he has officially blown my mind. He said that the days just seem to drag on for him, and that he misses Ian and I terribly. He also told me how scared he is. He knows that the possibility of him getting hurt or worse is very real.
But then, he said, he had no idea why he felt the need to share the following information with me, but he was going to anyway.
Recall that he’s Atheist. When most people hear that, they think it’s safe to assume that the person has no belief in any spirituality whatsoever, and furthermore, any psychic abilities would be totally out of the realm of possibility. In my reading on Wicca and related subjects, the above is not necessarily so. They just don’t believe in what anyone would consider a deity or follow an organized religion. [This is what I have surmised from my studies, any Atheists out there that want to shed any further light, feel free!]
To continue with the story, he proceeded to tell me that he’s had psychic visions and dreams since the age of fourteen. He never told anyone for fear they’d think he was crazy or trying to lie to people. Especially his mother. His mother has been particularly hard on him his entire life. And, even though he had a huge crush on me and trusted me as much as he trusted anyone close to him in high school, he felt like he couldn’t even tell me for fear I’d shy away.
Here’s an excerpt from the letter, as it’s better to explain this part in his words rather than my own:
And baby, honestly, I don’t know what possessed me to do it, I’ll say it again. But I woke up in the middle of the night last night and this nagging urge in the pit of my stomach said “Tell Whit! You need to tell her!”. I knew you’re the only one I could tell and you wouldn’t laugh it off or think I was totally insane. I feel bad that I didn’t tell you sooner.
Do you remember the day you showed me all of your crystals? Get ready for another surprise. I can do energy work with them, too. I found a great piece of rough ruby at the outdoor market the other day, it’s about the size of my palm. I can’t wait to bring it home to you, so we can charge it together and work with it!
Also, I want to ask you for a favor. I know you have basic Reiki training and can heal Chakras, do you think you can clear mine for me on Skype one night? I think you’ll be able to figure out which one needs help the most. :)
Never forget that I love you, baby, more than life itself. I go to bed every night looking at your beautiful face and dreaming of the day when I can hold you again. Be sure to give Ian lots of hugs and kisses for me, and tell him that Daddy misses him so much and can’t wait to see him!
Loving you and thinking of you always,
Nick
I plan to clear his Chakras for him when mine are back in alignment. I wouldn’t be much use to him before then. I know how to do Distance Reiki, and Skype beats the pants off a picture! I can already feel that his Heart and Root Chakras are suffering the most, but all of them could definitely use the healing.
My guests arrive tomorrow night. As I have said, they don’t know I am a Witch, so all my tools and Tarot cards and other ephemera will have to go into hiding temporarily. Also, please note that I will be understandably scarce for the next several days as a result. I will be back to a normal blogging and spellworking schedule as of next Tuesday.
I will miss all of you! Be sure to leave some good stuff in my Inbox for me to read when I get back!
Blessed Be! )O(
