Every so often a friends name and a memory of them pops in to my head. Today it happened a couple times.
A short while ago I thought of Mara Ciereszynski, whom I met through Nerve.com ten years ago.
She used to live in this great old building that overlooks Dolores Park. At the time she seemed to have a tendency of losing her cell phone. One day I left a long roll of string with cups on either end at her buildings front door so she could “call me” if she needed to. The memory made me smile, so I went to her FB page.
Mara passed away in June 2010.
I had no idea.
Time passes so quickly sometimes and you miss opportunities to reach out to people you care about.
I’m sorry Mara, I guess I lost my end of the string.
Baruch dayan ha’emet.
In response to this post, which I also posted on my FB page, a wise friend said, “Think of it this way. If you’d never checked, never found out, you would have never had the chance to open your heart and allow her spirit inside.”
Friendly reminder that anti-cheating is pro-slut shaming (◕‿◕✿)
I am wondering how “Anti-cheating” is Pro-Slut Shaming. You see…if you are in a monogamous relationship then cheating is cheating, slut or not. If you want to own the moniker “Slut” then be in an open relationship or a non-monogamous one. I am anti-cheating in my monogamous relationship but I am not shaming anyone who wants to own the term “slut”. Saying things like “Friendly reminder that anti-cheating is pro-slut shaming (◕‿◕✿)” really makes things seem so black and white when they clearly are not.