Let me keep my solaceRed and furious and blueKeep it Monday, keep it SundayLet me bite the sands of brew.
I was always that person who insisted that you should pick a career you love; who cares how much or how little money it makes? I constantly told my parents and everyone who would listen that I wanted a career that I was in love with—one that didn't feel like work. I had big dreams of being a musician or a museum curator. Those were my passions, and, by God, I was going to get a job doing one of those two things and I didn't care how difficult it was.
Do you remember that I love you?
You've probably seen a lot of posts about ways to earn free money. Sites like PennyHoarder or the Krazy Coupon Lady offer lists of "neat" apps and other ways to make easy money, or so they claim. I have been on a bit of a craze over the last year, looking into these apps and trying to figure out which ones are worth it.
The most common [negative] LGBT narrative for coming out to one's family is that of the parents just utterly disowning their child. Calling them sinful fags, or other hurtful words, and I always sort of imagined a burly football-loving dad literally picking their gay, lesbian, trans, or bi child up by the scruff of their shirt and tossing them out the door.