Half-Marathon; Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love My Body

The Z-Axis

I’ve never told anyone these things. My parents, my sister, my friends – no one. So heads up. You’re the first to know.

For the last few years, I have grown, slowly but steadily, to despise the way my body looks.

When I was a kid, I was always told how skinny I was. I didn’t break fifty pounds until I was eight years old. In high school I was always the smallest – height and weight – of my friends. I grew up knowing, somehow, intuitively, that ‘being skinny’ was something good, that it was something I should maintain. In high school, that belief was confirmed and reinforced by magazines, friends who were constantly ‘dieting’, and my school’s insistence on athletic rigor and social ostracism of students who didn’t fit the body ideal. But I was always warned that, as a woman, ‘my time would come’, I would have kids…

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THE FORGOTTEN JOYS OF LONGHAND WRITING

Nillu Z Nasser

The Penman's Blood by arnoKath The Penman’s Blood by arnoKath

I have a confession to make. The content of my email inbox, with the exception of pictures of my nephews and the blogs I subscribe to, is uninspiring. My virtual letterbox tends to be filled with bills, receipts and reminders. Emails save time and money, yet still I long for days past. I’d like to cut down on the amount of missives I receive, and replace them with more satisfying ones. I’d choose fewer but longer emails over the perfunctory electronic communication of today in a heartbeat. What a joy it is to pour over rare long emails, the ones filled with delicious titbits of news and sensual descriptions of new experiences, reminiscent of the letters of old. Snail mail is even better. How wonderful to sink into a sofa, tuck your legs up under you and tear open a letter from afar, to see…

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Respect Difference: Sam’s Kiss is a Defiant Message Against Bigotry

The Chris Murray Report: A Public Forum For Sports, Politics, and Culture

By Chris Murray
For the Chris Murray Report and the Philadelphia Sunday Sun

After being picked in the seventh round of the 2014 NFL Draft, 2013 Southeastern Conference Player of the Year, Michael Sam shares a kiss with his lover, Vito Commisano on camera. The video caused a social firestorm. After being picked in the seventh round of the 2014 NFL Draft, 2013 Southeastern Conference Defensive Player of the Year, Michael Sam shares a kiss with his lover, Vito Commisano on camera. The video caused a social media firestorm.

PHILADELPHIA—In a television special on NBC in 1968, Harry Belafonte and white British pop singer Petula Clark performed an anti-war duet—“Path to Glory”.
During the course of the performance, Clark touched Belafonte’s arm.

A white account executive from Chrysler, the sponsor of the show, demanded that the segment be deleted from the special before it aired not only because it would offend viewers from the South, but because it offended the account executive’s racial sensibilities as well. He wanted it replaced with video that showed Belafonte and Clark performing the song, but standing apart.

But Clark and her…

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This is what it’s a about..

Express yourself. There’s a point in time in which we feel or have felt that another person is using their anger from previous occurrences on you, or where you feel so alone and marginalized because you don’t fit into a pre made “social norm” because of your style, beliefs, class, gender, sex, preferences, all of it. And it comes to a point where, the people around you and maybe even yourself don’t realize all of this that goes on, doesn’t come to the fact of knowing anything around them other than “omg Facebook lol”. And the problem is, society teaches us to believe that ‘oh just be happy where you are and it will fix all your problems’ but, what if I’m NOT HAPPY. Then what? Suppress my feelings, move on with life like nothing is happening? No! This is the opposite of making things any better. This can be a way to know that your voice is getting heard, at least by somebody, and by someone who cares about what you think and your position. And that accepts who you are, and whatever feeling you might possible have, and is ready to hear it, and help in any way possible.