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    Fuck this man. Fuck him so hard in the fucking face that his brain dies.

    A long day of work and play and it was time to go home, so I was treating myself to a cab. One of the new Nissan Future Taxis picked me up. These things are spacious, but also have a very high separation wall, so you really don’t get a good view of the driver.  I told the cab driver to take me to Queens via the Midtown tunnel. We arrived at my destination, which is always across the street from my apartment building. I have never felt comfortable letting a cab driver know where I live. I paid the fair with a credit card. The driver told me I still owed him for the toll. I told him I have never paid separately for a toll before. He told me to wait a minute, but I did not see him doing anything, the separation wall is high.  I told him he should have added it in, I already paid the fare. He told me to wait a minute. I was feeling very uncomfortable and his behavior was feeling shady. I went to open the door and it was locked. I told him to unlock the door. He told me to wait a minute. I got LOUD and told him to unlock the door. He told me to wait a minute. I threatened to call the cops twice or more before he finally unlocked the door. I got out and walked the opposite direction. The Cab Driver got out, I turned around and he was pulling his unzipped pants up as he came around to the back of the cab. I yelled some things at him about jerking off that I can’t quite remember. They were not witty or clever, they were freaked out and coming from a place of shock.  He told me he was having me banished or some shit and was pointing to the sky.  I stepped into the street to take a photo of the license and he blocked the license plate.  My body started shaking realizing what was happening. Something I can’t prove.  But I will say it. This pile of garbage was keeping me locked inside his cab so he could jerk off with me in there. God knows if he had any other plans. I started officially walking away and called my husband and could barely get the words out. I started shaking and had to think really hard to get my body to move towards my building. Thankfully there is a median on the street I live on, so the Cab Driver could not make a U-turn and follow me. I made it to my buildings driveway and froze, a few minutes later, from a safe distance.  I saw the cab driver pass. My husband found me shivering and crying, frozen in place.

    I have no proof is limp dick was in his hands while I was in the cab.

    I can’t prove the door was locked and he refused to let me out.

    I can and did dispute the charges on my credit card.

    I can and did file a complaint with T & L commission.

    If I ever take a cab again, I guess my first move is to always take a photo of their license and request the doors remain wide open while I am driven home.



    — 2 days ago with 247 notes

    "Great people do things before they’re ready. They do things before they know they can do it. And by doing it, they’re proven right. Because, I think there’s something inside of you—and inside of all of us—when we see something and we think, “I think I can do it, I think I can do it. But I’m afraid to.” Bridging that gap, doing what you’re afraid of, getting out of your comfort zone, taking risks like that—THAT is what life is. And I think you might be really good. You might find out something about yourself that’s special. And if you’re not good, who cares? You tried something. Now you know something about yourself. Now you know. A mystery is solved. So, I think you should just give it a try. Just inch yourself out of that back line. Step into life. Courage. Risks. Yes. Go. Now."
    Amy Poehler (x)

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    This burn still hurts.

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    Laverne Cox stanning for Beyoncé at the VMAs

    Laverne Cox is the only one who knows what’s good

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    I LOVE this video by my friend Alex & Daniel. I got to be a small part of it and it was super fun. 

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    I Don't Know. →


    I don’t know how to tell my White friends how I’m feeling this week…

    I don’t know how to explain how having cops around has never made me feel safer, but rather, more likely to die that day.

    That I worry that I will be shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

    That the last…

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    ryan howard is everything

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    I watched the TV all day on September 11, 2001, in the town right outside of New York City where I grew up. We went down to the waterfront and we saw the smoke from the collapsed buildings, and we felt all the fear and empathy and utter chaos of that day. I was 13. I didn’t really know what I was seeing or how to feel, and all I could think about when I watched the TV footage was how it looked like a movie. The ones where people run away from disasters, looking back over their shoulders at the destruction, faces filled with fear. I felt like I was in one of those films. This isn’t really happening. A superhero will come soon and save the city and this will go away. I didn’t have anything else to compare it to.

    Looking at pictures of Ferguson tonight and watching the live-stream and reading the tweets, I can’t help feeling the same way. I feel like I’m watching a horror movie of an apocalyptic police state America. But this is happening now, tonight, and despite every attempt from the town to shut us out, we’re all watching. This isn’t some futuristic police state action film. This was America when Trayvon Martin was shot two years ago. This was America during the race riots. And this is America now. It’s horrifying as it is. We never really need the movies. 

    (These are all AP wire photos from this BuzzFeed post

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    I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.

    - Robin Williams (1951 - 2014)

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    “You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” — Robin Williams

    I am exhausted and sad and thinking about Robin Williams, and here are my ramblings:


    I was a very happy, very crazy kid. I would run around the family room, which we called the breezeway, making absurd voices and faces and pretending to be a thousand different characters. I’d laugh until it hurt with my brother, and we’d fight and wrestle, and then I’d run around some more acting like an idiot. I drove my parents insane, but they liked it. My dad would make stuff up with me too. They thought it was funny. 

    Robin Williams is the person who inspired me more than anybody else when I was a kid. He was an adult who had that same energy I did as an eight year old, and I could imagine making up dances with him and trying on weird costumes and talking in fake accents. Aladdin, Hook, Jumanji, Flubber, Jack, Mrs. Doubtfire. He captured a specific and vivid part of my childhood, and I wanted to see everything he did.

    As I grew up, I learned to hide some of my weirdness, because growing up sucks. I learned to doubt myself. To feel embarrassed. I felt all the shame and confusion of any other girl going through puberty. In High School I tried acting but I wasn’t comfortable being characters anymore, really. I was afraid to put myself out there. I didn’t really know who I was, let alone how to be somebody else. But I was obsessed with comedy. I religiously watched SNL. I fell in love with a different era of Robin Williams —  Good Will Hunting became one of my favorite movies. Later on, World’s Greatest Dad felt like a niche hit I got in on.  


    Robin Williams was the funniest man in the world. And although I’m sure he hid a lot — he clearly had demons — what he didn’t hide is what made him so incredible to me. His madness, his absurdity, his absolute inability to be anybody else than the great, genius of a weirdo that he was. I feel like his death is a reminder that we should all work harder to let out our craziness. To create everything we want to create. To live our madness to the fullest. To never lose the childhood wonder and the ability to really dream that made people like him so fully unique. It also reminds me that we should just be fucking kind to each other. That we should fight for one another, and support each other, and do whatever we can to help others achieve their goals and happiness. Because what else is there, really?

    Tonight I sat in bed and I listened to the Aladdin soundtrack because the movie wasn’t on Netflix, and I cried. I have never cried over a celebrity’s death, ever, and it felt so dumb. But fuck that. Pop culture is such a real part of our lives. I believe in TV and movies. I believe in comedy. I believe in the characters we write and bring to life on screen, those that seep their way into our minds and hearts, that ultimately change who we are and how we see the world. And when there’s a person who brought so much joy and happiness into our lives, it’s okay to grieve for them. It’s normal to feel sad, because even though I didn’t know Robin Wiliams, I did love him. I was inspired by him. He made my life better. 

    I wish he was able to see that his life was worth living. That it would get better. That so many people loved him so much. I can’t even imagine what his family is going through. I hope they have all the support and love in the world. Okay okay, enough. Good night.


    — 2 weeks ago with 21 notes

    #robin wiliams