After watching reviews of old shows I watch when I was younger I had to post down a bit of a rant I had with a friend. It’s more of me talking and what they thought about the matter.
I watch a review about a show called: Hey Arnold and It made me sad. It shows why a girl named Helga is mean. She has a good reason. Her mother is a drunk in the show. Think about it. It’s a bloody kids show and they show a real Drunk. Another reason why shes not the nicest person is that her family doesn’t really care about her. And only wishes that she was more like her gifted sister how always gets praise. They cut to a part of her past. She about 4 and need to go to school her dad that can’t find a second to driver his daughter to school just because he wants to say more good things about her sister which forces a 4 year girl to go to school by herself which makes her walk through the bad part of town to get there. - Wouldn’t you be a not nice person if that your life.
Hey Arnold a show rated for kids is a dark dark show. Now a days a show like this would never see the light of day. But you know what I’m thankful that they let shows like that Air when I was young. These show made me enjoy good story telling and makes me mad when shows can’t. Today shows are all about 15 minutes long with plots that are real about nothing. And it show that you can be an asshole in life and Good things will happen to you as long as your okay that bad things will to everyone else. These a few that breaks the rule and I’m glad. It’s shows that these still a little bit of hope in the monster that we call T.V shows for kids and grown men that remembers the good old days of TV or people that can’t find the remote.
And that end this week rant. Stay tune as for next week as I will be ranting about the good old days about the times that all a kid needed to have fun was a T-Rex, lasers and a thing called imagination.
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This… is Alastair.
He’s a friend. A cosplayer. A photographer. An aspiring musician.
Not too long ago, he decided to come out as trans to his family with less than appealing results.
This is his story.
"Yesterday, Tuesday the 24 of June, I came out to my parents. I wrote my mom a 5 and a half page letter explaining everything. I said why I felt the way I felt, the name and pronouns I’d like her to use, ect. I left the letter on the table where she would see it, and then left with my sister, Rashia, and one of my best friends, Dietrich. I wanted her to cool off after reading it, because I wasn’t really sure what her reaction would be. And most of all, I was scared.
That night when I got home, we talked about the letter. The first thing my stepfather said to me was “Alastair? Thats really the best name you could come up with?” He then asked me that, since I was a boy, did that mean I liked girls. I told them both I’m asexual, which wasn’t real news, and that I’ve never been sexually, or even romantically, attracted to anyone.
My mother has forbade me from ever seeing my friend Die again. She said if I have any contact with him whatsoever, I’m being kicked out. She won’t even tell me the reason why.
My mom then almost completely hurdled over the trans issue, to yell at me and my sister both about how we’re irresponsible adults. For the record, I am 5 days out of graduating high school. I am 18 years old. She expects me to have a job immediately, to pay for my car insurance, gas, cellphone bill, my cat, and rent (which, for now, she’s dropping). I told her that was fine. I know I’m going to struggle, but I’m going to try.
My sister and I left for Dietrich’s last night. I woke up with a text telling me to get home and clean my room before so and so time, or everything that touched the ground was going to be torched. So I went home and cleaned my room.
My sister and I decided to sit our parents down and talk with them again. I told my mom that I’m scheduled to go to my clinic and pick up my testosterone in august (august 20th to be exact). My mom is strictly against testosterone. She’s convinced it will kill me. She said she wants to find a therapist or a physicist for me for my anxiety issues (which I’ve been struggling with all my life and she’s managed to be completely blind of until I told her yesterday) and for my gender issues. I really don’t want to do this. My mom and stepfather told me that If I start taking testosterone while I’m still under my parent’s roof, I will be kicked out. And that’s it. They don’t want me on T, period.
My stepfather believes I have to “experience life first” before taking testosterone. What he means by that is, I have to fuck both men and women, and then I’ll know what gender I actually am. Again, I’m asexual. I’ve never had sex. I never want to have sex. And I doubt I will ever be in any kind of romantic relationship with anyone, ever. The fact he thinks having sex may “sway” me is infuriating. He also doesn’t think I would make a good guy (even though I already am a guy). He think I’m too wimpy. And then doubtfully asked me if I could even please a woman. His definition of a male is, and I quote, “To be a man you have to have a penis”.
I really don’t know what to do. If I’m kicked out, I have nowhere to go. Chances are, I am getting kicked out. Because I’ve been waiting for YEARS to start testosterone, and if I have to wait any longer, I don’t think I am going to make it. I’ve been struggling so much these past few years, these last few months especially.
If worse comes to worse, my great friend in Texas is welcoming both my sister and I with open arms. My only issue with that is, I want to stay in NJ, my home state, mostly because I’m basically getting free college here. I want to go to college, and I don’t want to pass this opportunity up, because secondary education is just so outrageously expensive without tuition coverage. I’ll only be covered if I attend an NJ college.
Again, I don’t know why I’m writing this. I’m not asking for anyone’s money. I feel like this is all my fault and I deserve to be miserable.”
Andy and I (Hunter) have taken it upon ourselves to show Alastair that this is not his fault. He deserves to be happy. We want to try and help.
We’ve seen Tumblr and the general internet do amazing things and we’re hoping that Tumblr will rise to the occasion and help Al jumpstart the road to being himself. If any poster asked a friend for a dollar, we could slowly help Al to get to a safe place.
Even if you can’t donate, please signal boost as far as you can to help him out!
HEY EVERYONE! PLEASE HELP US HELP A FRIEND AND A FELLOW COSPLAYER OUT!
if all of you donated just a dollar and a dollar alone, him and his sister would have $9000. we want them in a safer position. we want them to be able to be themselves without hassle! so please, PLEASE do us a favor and give them the help they both deserve!
if you cannot donate, that’s fine, but at least help us and pass this along to your friends and followers! every penny counts!
When somebody sends you a cute message and you don’t know how to reply.
last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again
nothing to lose. :))Let’s hope
Why not? :)
i got nothing to lose. (:
Last time i did this my wish came true.
Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss
im fucking crying of joy at the /thought/ of my wish coming true…
it came true last time…so why not
hoping and praying…
my wish came true……………..this is creepy
This mean my likes are meaningless and that I been on this site for way to like.
my sister says she’s getting teased at her school for liking pokemon. shes in fifth grade. my mom is telling her that she’s too old to be playing pokemon. my sister is 10. My mom said ‘Pokemon is geared towards a younger audience.’ But I’m 15, in high school, and i still play pokemon and my mom hasnt said anything about it to me. i want to prove a point to my mom, so if you’re older than 10 and play pokemon please reblog this post!