humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Safer in the Nude than in a Swimsuit
Last year my husband and I were discussing nudist beaches in Europe, and although I had never been to one, I felt that nudist beaches harbored a different perspective on bodies. My husband insisted that he wouldn't feel comfortable at a nudist beach because he thought people would stare at his parts and coming from a Christian background, also insisted that private matters were only to be seen by his spouse. I insisted that when people are voluntarily nude, they are not there to leer as they too are naked and exposed, and am sure would resort to another avenue if they were looking for an orgy.
By STEPHANIE K MURO5 years ago in Humans
TRUMP, SOCIAL MEDIA, AND MORAL SUPERIORITY
So Trump got Covid. Depending on where you stand ideologically, that's either karma, and a punchline., or it's a somber moment to be reflected on. While pundits, former presidents on either side of the political spectrum, even his current political opponent wished Trump a safe recovery, thousands of people on Facebook, Twitter, and wherever else wished for death, mocked, laughed, made memes, or at the very least pointed out the irony.
By Creativity Risk5 years ago in Humans
The D.I.D. Club
“My name is Naomi.” “Hi, Naomi,” the group of 15 or 20 respond in near unison. “This is my t-third time coming to the Do It Differently club.” The stutter lays the unspoken plea for sympathy on thick, I thought. She pushed out each word with her breath. The microphone strained under all those ‘D’ sounds; and why not just use the abbreviation of the club name? Besides, it’s really a loose affiliation of dreamers, hardly what I’d call a club. But every attendee calls it something different, and I don’t discriminate, and club makes it sound official. As long as there’s money in it, right? $39.95 gets you free coffee and donuts, and a guarantee to alter your life, (or at least the perception you have of your life, but that’s fine print stuff, why bother with it?). It's not a philosophy club, and let's be honest: I'm selling peace of mind.
By Creativity Risk5 years ago in Humans
What is happening with men at the moment?
It’s like they are trying to find a way to exert their authority over women, maybe through not knowing an ever changing role, whether subconsciously or not. Testing the boundaries of human decency and acceptability in a world where “we can’t seem to do or say anything anymore”.
By Hazel Butterfield5 years ago in Humans
Homelessness
Gandhi said the true measure of a society is how it treats the lowest among them. Our society has failed miserably. The homeless that line the streets are not all strung out on drugs. Many fell down on their luck and never got the hand they needed to get back up.
By Jon Williams5 years ago in Humans
Realisation
I know I’ve been saying for a long time that I will do something lifestyle based and so, I am doing a lifestyle blog about things that happen on a day-to-day basis. I will be talking about my experiences with various things, some things will come back over and over again because my days are very much similar. If something else happens then it happens. Hopefully, you and I can get along and I can go along and tell you a little bit of a story about this experience I’ve had and then we’re going to talk about it. I’m going to discuss my reaction and my thoughts on the experience afterwards. Not only am I thinking about getting a dialogue going, but I’m also looking to make friends with people who have probably had similar experiences to me. Not only that though, maybe we can have a bit of a laugh and rethink this shit - maybe our minds can be changed and enlightened together. Or, you can just be here to enjoy the story and listen to me ramble on. If you want to read this in my voice then I kind of sound like a cross between Freddie Mercury and Scar from the “Lion King”. So get the full ‘experience’ there. So immersive.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Humans
same but different
I was under the impression that I was undergoing yet again another human experience under the starless, lonely sky. The bottle went up like my hopes for the future and slammed down to the table like the harsh truth of reality. I was trying to distract myself from my own misery as I tried to have mindless conversation with people who looked like my friends but acted merely as decoration in the uncomfortable situation that I felt myself sinking into. Her silver-lined body was pacing so rapidly in the corner of my eye, the rhythm of her footsteps started to match the beat of my fleeting heart. Her fists greeted the windows with so much rage it could start a world war. I was blinded by my own emerald green light that when I tried to look for solace in my friends, in their eyes, I saw glossy, white marbles right where the windows to their soul should be. I couldn’t see through them because there was nothing to look into. I turned and asked, “Mia what’s wrong?” and she hissed at me with the same anger that built her castle walls. Why didn’t she want me to see her? I was so bewildered by the fact that the version of herself that she was showing me didn’t align with who I knew her to be. Her resentment and fear crawled down her spine, through the dirt and concrete, and made its way into my ear like a lover’s broken promise. The pool of self loathing and tears in the backyard of my mind was overfilled that I couldn’t make space for hers. Our love was getting lost in translation as I spoke to her with words of desperation and she responded in tongues and in the tone of impossibility. I wanted to understand why we were feeling this way, because it wasn’t her emotions anymore. As I blinked and traveled into Sasha’s, Tailz’s, and Morgan’s perception and operated their bodies like a machine, I saw myself scream into the night. Even the moon and trees couldn’t see her. Was it my fault I was the only one with eyes that could open like a blooming flower? Communication does not paint a pretty picture unless it is blended with comprehension. In that third dimension-like setting, we were far removed from Earth. This was a personal issue, the closest person I know to myself was not letting me in. I felt like a junkie banging on my dealer’s door. I grabbed and smacked her over and over again because she took me on a walk outside my mind and I wanted to go back home. My palm married her cheek and the force of their unison birthed splashes of my aura which landed on Sasha’s emotionless face. I begged like a hungry soul and pleaded’ “Please take my eyes…” I would rather be blind and live in darkness then look at this being that we could both turn into. The heat of my frustration and the redness of her spite was enough to warm up all three months of winter back down on Earth. However, what seemed to be like a never-ending night was lit by the silver and emerald green consciousness that lived around our bodies. I felt like she was stepping on my love like an empty beer can. I stepped forward as she simultaneously stepped back. With every ounce of tough love ever formed, I yelled into the abyss of her existence and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I saw the blood from her body drain like my energy from this interaction. The look of realization that ran across her face when she realized that she didn’t have an answer in any language was enough to startle anyone. The edges of her body started to smooth out like the silk she liked to wear and she turned into a mirror. A mirror shaped like her body and I couldn’t see myself in her reflection. I used to always see myself in her, but maybe these emotions were really just hers and my heart was just open enough to let emotional debris in. I examined my friend who was now made of glass, ironically corresponding with what I felt I was walking on top of. I tried to look for answers but she wasn’t there anymore. My glassy, pale-ghost friend shattered like everything I was conditioned to believe. The shards of her oblivion transformed into a thick silver liquid that jumped into the drain beneath her like a hopeless spirit in the Golden Gate Bridge.
By Farida Khay5 years ago in Humans
My Struggle With Mental Illness
What does ADHD, Bipolar 2 Disorder, Anxiety, Chronic Depression, and C-PTSD all have in common? They’re all mental disorders that have helped in the deterioration of my life. That is at least until I decided to take back control.
By Mamaandkidzreactions5 years ago in Humans
