Theater matters. Band matters. Dance matters. Art matters. Photography matters. Color Guard matters. Poms matters. Choir matters. Creative Writing matters. THE ARTS MATTER.
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my shoes throughout the past year or so ♡
I miss it so much
Theater matters. Band matters. Dance matters. Art matters. Orchestra matters. Photography matters. Color Guard matters. Film matters. Poms matters. Choir matters. Creative Writing matters. THE ARTS MATTER.
Seeing someone do a grand jete
- Non-dancer: OOOOOMG DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU FUCKIN SEE THAT??? LIKE SHE/HE JUMPED AND THEN BAM HER/HIS LEGS JUST GO INTO A SPLIT AND LIKE LITERALLY STAYED LIKE THAT HOLY SHIT
- Me/Ballet dancer: meh
What if this version of me gave up today on who it can be?
Version of Me // The Color Morale
Let’s get used to the idea that some discomfort is a good thing when trying to improve yourself and your habits. Dieting is uncomfortable. Quitting a bad habit is uncomfortable. Working on yourself is uncomfortable. Stop conflating self care with only comfort. Sometimes the best self care is uncomfortable.
I’m a lesbian and somehow I manage to walk down the street and not ogle women I find attractive, or cat call or degrade them, or touch them without permission, or interrupt their daily lives, it’s almost as if I’m treating them like human beings despite my attraction to them. What an insane concept.
omg same
We were arguing about dress code in a meeting at work. And while my department knows I’m queer the other departments did not. As people (men) were saying that women showing skin and wearing tight clothes was distracting. I spoke up finally and said.
“I’m attracted to women.”
Everyone turned and looked at me and I was like “uhhh” so I finished.
“I’m attracted to women and I can still do my job. Regardless of what someone in my class is wearing. I can still teach. So why can’t you?”
The men all stayed silent.