here first. until we are there.


there is so much glee in being different, even stereotypically so.

All that changed on June 28, 1969, when a group of flamingly stereotypical and self-proclaimed “faggots” and “dykes” refused to be arrested during a police raid at the Stonewall Inn in New York City. A newspaper reported that “Wrists were limp, hair was primped,” as drag queens in high heels and butch lesbians wearing crew cuts and leather jackets threw bricks and bottles at cops and set fire to the building. Several of the male rioters confronted the police with an impromptu chorus-girl kick line, singing, “We are the Stonewall girls/ We wear our hair in curls/ We don’t wear underwear/ We show our pubic hairs.”


joshua littman interviews his mother, sarah via storycorps


for people who supposedly lack the social gene, this kid asks questions that i think we all wanted to but never could.


In defense of embarrassment

As a Catholic Pinay, embarrassment is drilled into me (along with a good dose of her bitch of an older sister, Shame—borne of course of the greatest mother f of them all, Guilt) So this hits right in the groin. 

Unlike many other emotions, embarrassment must be learned.  Infants know nothing of this emotion, and parents often use the threat of embarrassment to teach young children correct and incorrect behavior:  “If you say that in public, you’ll embarrass yourself,” we say to the toddler with a penchant for scatological chitchat.  Embarrassment is also a social emotion; its occurrence requires the real or imagined presence of others. Belch at a dinner party and you will likely feel embarrassed; do it while home alone and you’re unlikely to feel abashed.  Because it is a learned behavior grounded in social relations, embarrassment is a kind of barometer for a society’s notions of civility.

But honestly it sounds like whole lot of crock meant to control me. Though I agree. Bwisit.