The Curbside Prophet
I am a mid-twenties avid intersectional feminist, advocate, fighter, counselor, and friend. I will be graduating from Bucknell University in May with degrees in Psychology and Women’s & Gender Studies. I work with survivors of sexual assault and other trauma, and I fix computers for a living.
I often blog about what it is like to live at the intersections of a few different mental illnesses, queerness, and sexuality, along with posts about sexism, racism, rape culture, and LGBT rights. There is a trigger warning for these on my entire blog. You will see posts about depression, eating disorders, PTSD, panic disorder, and fat activism. This has been my safe space for four years now, and I reserve the right to ask you to leave it if necessary.
Welcome to my life.
Nice icon pic, wabes :P
The gateway schedule, Fall 2012. Hasn’t been erased yet. #gateway
Means I have that much longer for which I do not have to wear pants. WIN.
(Emotional post in which I cry about sending Carina home.)
I’ve been seeing people’s 5-minute-bear-hugging goodbyes on the sidewalk today and thinking about how great it is that friendships like that exist on this campus, and getting teary because I know that feel.
I’m shipping Carina off to California tomorrow, and I’m not excited about it at all. I’m so happy that she’s going back to her town where she’s surrounded by people who love and support her and getting the fuck out of dodge, because I hate seeing what this campus does to both of us. I’m a little jealous that she gets to leave for the whole summer and she’s only got one semester left, so she doesn’t have to put up with the bullshit that goes on here for much longer. At the same time, I’m sad that today marks the end of us as “roommates” and damn is it gonna suck to be here without her. I get to visit her, her friends, & her fiance this summer for a day or so, but the 3 hour time difference and the fact that half of my brain and functionality is going to be across the country for 3 months is gonna suck.
Point being, we’re going to the airport tomorrow morning really early, and I’m going to have to say goodbye to my best friend for a long ass time and I don’t like it and no I’m not crying it’s just raining on my face.
Diane.
“Wait…are those Old Navy?”
-Carina
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