Submitted. I hope you all enjoy my tale (even though it's so short that the opening is rushed, the plot is desultory, and the characterization is underdeveloped).
Nervous tbh! I signed up for this on a whim and didn't think I'd make it this far! It's been like months since I've been eliminated in something I put effort into.
Nervous tbh! I signed up for this on a whim and didn't think I'd make it this far! It's been like months since I've been eliminated in something I put effort into.
I think we're all nervous. None of us want to go home and I know I don't want to see anyone go home, but it's the name of the game. I've had so much fun, and I'm glad I signed up for this game.
Y'all, I literally flooded my basement just now. I thought I had the drain clear, but it wasn't, so all the water draining from the washing machine spilled onto the floor and there's water EVERYWHERE. This is why I don't do my own laundry.
Y'all, I literally flooded my basement just now. I thought I had the drain clear, but it wasn't, so all the water draining from the washing machine spilled onto the floor and there's water EVERYWHERE. This is why I don't do my own laundry.
Y'all, I literally flooded my basement just now. I thought I had the drain clear, but it wasn't, so all the water draining from the washing machine spilled onto the floor and there's water EVERYWHERE. This is why I don't do my own laundry.
I want you to discuss in the thread about who you girls thought had the best and worst entry this week. Get your digs in by Whenever, September Something @ I haven't set the judge deadline yet.
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Originally posted by Koko Khalyan
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For Valentine’s Day in third grade, we were supposed to pair up with someone to give our valentines too. I paired up with this girl, just like all the other guys paired up with girls. It felt so clinical though. I knew that there was nothing that would attract me to girls and at that point I knew I was different from the other boys in my class.
Until I graduated high school, I suppressed my feelings about other guys and tried my hardest to be straight. I tried dating more girls, I tried acting more masculine, and nothing worked. I was being bullied and teased constantly, both from my father and people in my school. I knew I wasn’t living my life the way I was created.
When I started college, it was a fantastic opportunity to start over in my life. I came out officially during my welcome week at college, and nobody at my university really cared that I was gay. It was fantastic to be able to be myself without criticism from others.
Pride, to me, is being able to be yourself fully and love yourself for it. In college, I was able to get away from all the negativity I had in my life before and heal. I was able to heal and be myself. I am completely happy with who I am now.
If you can’t love yourself, how the hell are you going to love somebody else.
Can I get an amen?
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Originally posted by Chanel DiAngelo
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Originally posted by Carmen Scarlett
Color Me Love
Part One
I chose Violet’s Fall Runway not only because it’s one of the most brilliant outfits ever to be seen on RuPaul’s Drag Race, but also because it helps to represent me. My life used to be black and dark, but in drag and in myself, I now have colour in my life and I am so thankful for that. My life was dark and now it’s so bright and I feel full of life.
I was told to write what feels natural to me, so I’m going to open up a little bit about my past.
Pride
Part Two
When I was young, I went to an all-boys high school. It was so rough and being in a place like that, I could feel the hatred wherever I went. I didn’t let this affect me at first and I made such a brave decision to come out at the tender age of twelve, long before anyone else I know did. When I made the decision to come out so young, I didn’t consider how terrible things would become for me after I did. One day, I was walking out school and I was suddenly grabbed and my head was punched against the wall. A gang of boys in my school took me and they pulverized every shred of pride I had left inside of me. I was left beaten and bruised on the ground. I struggled to come back to school for months after that. I was so happy in myself as a child but through things that happened to me at school and distressing experiences at home, I was slowly broken into pieces. It took me years after that to feel comfortable in myself, but through Carmen Scarlett, I was able to build myself back up again. And in places where it is safe for me to do so, I exude pride. It’s amazing to see how accepting people have become in just a few years so I’m proud of the world. Pride for me means colour – and my life is now truly colourful. And I’m finally happy.
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Originally posted by Udders Tutu
COLOR ME LOVE
What is pride? Really, pride is having faith in yourself. Pride is knowing you're on the right track no matter how many times you're told that what you're doing or who you are is wrong.
Everyone needs pride because there will always be people who don't understand you and will lash out at you. The last thing anyone needs is for horrible people's voices to become inner demons, because consequences are life-threatening.
Part of why I chose this look is because it's fierce and unafraid. It perfectly encapsulates pride.
There are some scarring stastics here. Feel free to read all of them but here's a few excerpts:
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Suicide is the 2nd leading cause of death among young people ages 10 to 24.
LGB youth are 4 times more likely, and questioning youth are 3 times more likely, to attempt suicide as their straight peers.
LGB youth who come from highly rejecting families are 8.4 times as likely to have attempted suicide as LGB peers who reported no or low levels of family rejection.
Each episode of LGBT victimization, such as physical or verbal harassment or abuse, increases the likelihood of self-harming behavior by 2.5 times on average.
Through every trial life puts us through, we must always love ourselves and understand ourselves, even if everyone else refuses to. We only have one life and we can't let others kill us. We all need pride.
Pride can be hard to come by for us friends of Dorothy. We’re making progress as a community, but queer people stillfacehurdles, even on celebratory days. For a year and a half, I fought against depression. I dealt with overbearing feelings of isolation and hopelessness that many in our community face every day, and I more than once considered ending my fight for good. My last symptoms went away about ten months ago, and though I can't pinpoint why my depression ended, it came with the realization that I was not alone. That is what pride means to me.
The queer community is built on those who have come before us. We walk in their heels with every experience we have, every hardship we face and every dream we achieve, and that creates a greater sense of community than words can convey. The hopes of those from Stonewall to today live as one. We have the trust to depend on each other and the ability to be our colorful selves in this grayscale world. We may never reach that somewhere over the rainbow, but our pride can allow the dreams that we dare to dream come true. Pride is knowing we’re not going through our journeys alone. Pride is remembering who we were yesterday, being happy with who we are today and having hope for a better tomorrow.
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Originally posted by Carrie Messiah
PART ONE
I’ve chosen Violet Chachki’s finale look:
The look is violet, her name is Violet, and it shows both pride and spirit.
PART TWO
We begin overlooking a dark city: black buildings set against a night sky; the few lights flicker unsteadily, threatening to go out. We zoom in slowly to find the heroine in bed, tossing and turning; in her dreams, she is falling. When the chorus hits, she wakes, then walks to the open window.
I was 13 when Evanescence’s “Bring Me To Life” came out and quickly found myself obsessed. One night, I was flipping through the channels when I saw the video starting. I leapt from my seat, shouting, “This is my song!” On the other sofa, my mother took a drag of her cigarette and said, “Do you have to say it like such a ***?”
To some, this situation may seem humorous now, but at the time, it was exceedingly hurtful. I channeled my typical Carrie-Messiah-brave-face and pretended to enjoy the rest of the video, then fled to my room in a woebegone state.
Much is made of family: the family you’re born into, the family you create with friends, even the people you meet in cyberspace. While I’m sociable and know many people whom I care deeply about, I know that friends can move away or die. Your mother can be an ***hole. But you’ll always have to answer to yourself.
That is why for me, pride is rooted in self. It’s being pleased with what you’ve done, no matter what others think. It’s acknowledging opinions, but thinking for yourself. It’s being you, however hard it may be.
Good luck in cleaning it. 
