#Sharon Barr

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Antes de O exorcista teve.... "A filha do diabo", de 1973

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SHARON BARR

As though made up of something cosmic, each of Sharon Barr’s paintings seems to have a kind of gravitational pull. Paint strokes are energized as they travel over the composition: some are quick bursts, while others build slowly to a rich intensity of colour and form, orbiting a center in a mesmerizing dance, harmonious yet wandering. And while Barr’s paintings are abstract by definition, they…

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Sharon Tate in a Halston hat for Harper’s Bazaar Photographed by Neal Barr, 1967

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Part 2

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*Persephone had given the brilliant idea of being closeted bisexual to add to the drama...And of course I'm going to run like a maniac with it because YEESSS, as one myself, I have so many things to put in with this. and hope they/you like how I'm taking the route so far. If anyone would like to be added to tag list let me know, and leave comments on thoughts of ideas or if there's just anything you like so far.🥰 Enjoy the reading.* CW!:SA,VIDEO OF SA, HARRASSMENT, MENTION OF SELF HARM *Oh My God, this is longer than I thought I would do, but by god. This is the set up and hopefully yall like it.*

From early on it was easy for Y/N to realize that she was into girls, secondary school when she was 11 being the biggest case in point when she had her first experience kissing a friend, ‘to see what’s it like’ of course. The giggling was endless, but when she wanted to keep going back for more and seeing that she wasn’t interested in wanting to see what it was like to kiss a boy, she talked to her mom and had a long talk and learned about lesbians, and that she was one from what she was gathering. Her mom was, to say at the very least, unsupportive, and angry, claiming having come from a family that is conservative she told Y/N never to kiss a girl again, never look at girls like that ever again. The fight that broke between them was horrible, and as much as she wanted to call her dad and tell him about what had happened, she was afraid that he would also be upset with her, and maybe disown her, telling her she was never welcome back home. She wished she hadn’t given her mom a chance this year to keep her, but the guilt of having chosen her father ate at her making her think it would do her and her mom some good to spend the year together. Now, she regrated it, regrated it even more when she came to her mom with questions of her feelings and thoughts.  

As time went by, she counted down the days till she could return home, she stayed on the phone most nights with her stepmom, trying to stay positive. Only, the worry started to set in when there was only 3 months left till it would be summer and she could return home. Her stepmom had informed them that she hadn’t heard from her husband, Y/N’s father, and that she was worried for him. With him gone, your mom would be able to keep you longer, due to the fact he was supposed to be picking you up and flying back to Barr.  

Then one day she had gotten a call from her stepmom, broken up with sobs, it was hard for Y/N to understand her, but she could just barely pick up that she had said something about her dad going MIA and visitors? She wasn’t sure, but she was panicked as she went to her mom crying, begging to go back and be with her grandparents and Sharon to wait to hear about her dad. She never understood what had happened between her parents to make them divorce and for her dad to move from America all the way back to Scottland, but whatever it was, she had no doubt her mother was to blame. When she refused, took Y/N’s phone and soon moved, she hated her. Hated her with a passion, tried endlessly to find her grandparents on any social media and Sharon too, but Sharon had kept her last name, and she had no clue what it was. She wished she had asked before, she cried most nights after they had first moved thinking the worst fate for her father, mourning his potential death. She never let her self-stay close to her mom, she shut her out and delved headfirst into her sexuality, dating a girl that she had learned, after they had moved, was gay. As much as her mom wanted to say something, she had to bite her tongue, only because she learned that her girlfriend was the daughter of her new boss.  

That’s certainly not to say that she didn’t making life at home a living hell for Y/N, chores, no phone, took all the money she somehow managed to make by doing yardwork for neighbors and even pet and baby-sitting. Y/N eventually broke up with her girlfriend, when she had realized she did like her at first, everything was now because she was dating her out of spite and loved her more as a friend than romantically. Even though she was angry, Katy understood and, at first, kept a little bit of a distance before becoming great friends. 

When she was 15 and her guy friend came over to work on a project, when she walked into her room after grabbing drinks and snacks, he was laid out on her bed, shirt ridding up showing off his abs. The flutter feeling in her stomach and blush had her freezing in her doorway as she stared at him. What in the hell is happening? Why am I feeling so... 

“Sweet, you brought soda.” When he sat up, you slowly walked in and handed him a can before going to your desk quickly sitting down and trying to hide your face. “So, you want to go through the article, and I’ll look for more websites to use as references?” 

“Sure.” Burying your nose into the papers you had printed earlier that day, you couldn’t stop looking at him, why did he seem so different? He’d been over plenty of times, times when you guys laid in bed watching movies or playing new games, had slept stacked on each other a few times even and you’d never felt anything before. So. Why now? What was different? Why were you feeling how you usually down when you would see an attractive girl that you were crushing on? “Oh god.” 

“What? Can’t find anything?” 

“Huh? Oh, no, nothing.” You chewed your lip, cursing to yourself when you felt him lean against your shoulder, he was reading the page, but you felt his breath against your neck, could ever so faintly hear him mumbling under his breath as he read, and it was making the hair on the back of your neck stand. When he finally went back to his spot on your bed you let out the breath you hadn’t known you were holding. Trying to refocus on the work at hand, you tuned him out and got a few pages of writing down before debriefing him on what you wrote and handing it to him so that way, he could add to it with whatever he had been able to find. 

While he was packing up his back you cleaned up the cans and wrappers before watching him, non to subtly. “What’s the matter? You’ve been staring at me on and off all evening?”  

You shook your head, although he was your friend, he wasn’t close enough that you would ever tell him that you were feeling things, things that you only feel for girls, since you were gay... or you thought all this time and had been. But now here he was out of the blue riling things up inside of you. “It’s nothing.” He was popular in your school, the same group of girls that had tormented you and bullied you since you had come out had the biggest crushes on him, and most importantly, Sam, the head bitch, had dated him for a while and hated that he hung out with you. If you told him, you started feeling... conflicting feeling towards him, things that you haven’t yet processed properly, he’d tell his friend, because he couldn’t keep anything to himself and then they would go around spreading things about you behind your back. 

“Yeah right, just tell me?” When you avoided looking at him, he sighed, “You heard then huh?” 

“What?” 

“That Sam and I are back together.” Looking at him surprised you scowled, “We talked out some issues, and figured why not try again.” 

“Didn’t she -” 

“We talked things out.” He cut you off standing up. 

“She sucked your cousins dick.” 

“Y/N” 

“He took a video and spread it all through the school.” 

“And we talked about that, it’s none of your business anyways.” He waited at beat before squinting at you slightly, “Do you have a thin fer me?” 

“WhAt?” You looked at him wide-eyed and mouth open, “Why would you ask me that? Ye know I-” 

“Sam said you have been looking at me differently lately and that we’ve been spending time together too-” 

“We’re working on a project together.” 

“I told her that... you're not denying that you’ve been looking at me differently.” 

Scowling you crossed your arms over your chest huffing, “Because that’s insane Jake. Ye know I’m lesbian, I’ve never been into guys. Ever.” When he opened his mouth to say something you quickly spoke up, “And even if in some other bizarre world, why would I start liking ye?” 

He glared at you at that, “What the hells that supposed to mean?” 

“Yer not special Jake, pretty fucking typical and boring, why would I have a thin fer ye?” You wanted to bite your tongue off, you’d never been to mean to anyone other than Sam and her little click, but you vouched that, that’s because they deserved it.  

“Fuck you Y/N.” He snatched up his back and walked out, you took a deep breath before collapsing onto your bed sighing. You weren’t sure who to talk to, but you wanted to talk to someone, so, pulling out your laptop you pulled up skype, you’d found a sweet guy that lived in Edinburgh, Scottland, when you were looking for your dad and had become good friends. Dominic, he was gay and your most trusted confidante when it came to anything you needed to talk to someone about. 

“Hey lass, what’s going on?” 

“I’m, surprised you answered, isn’t it like midnight for you?” 

“Yeah, but I can’t sleep, so again, what’s te matter?”  

You leaned back into your pillow and told him what had happened when you first walked back into your room and seeing Jack on your bed to what you had said making him leave. When he stayed quiet you wrapped your arms around your waist, “I’m confused on why I was feeling that way to him and then he wouldn’t shut up about Sam and what she had said about me.... There was so much going on in my head and he was overwhelming me with so much I just went off on him and said what I shouldn’t have.” Looking up at him you whispered, “What’s going on with me?” 

“Oh Christ lass,” he started laughing a bit before shaking his head, “Ye’ve gotta crush on him.” 

“What? But I-” 

“I know, but... from the sounds of it, ye like him. And There’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“So, I’m... I’m bi? How? I’ve never liked any guys before? How am I 15 and just now liking a boy... JAKE no less?!” 

His laughter made you sigh, “Late developer. It happens.” You doubted that you were still confused on your feelings but decided you’d just slowly sort yourself out.  

So, for the next few months you broke down your feelings and realized that yup, you were into both guys and girls, and Jake was ignoring you still.... until. There was going to be a party at Sam’s, and your best friend Kieran had pulled you along, you lied to your mom that you were going to her house, and she lied that she was going to yours. When the bother of you walked into her house, Kieran pulled you into the kitchen handing you a cup, when you took a sip you choked huffing, making her laugh, “You never drink before?” 

“No, my god, have you?” 

“Few times, with family, mom would always have a cow though.” She took a swig from her cup before urging you too try and take another drink. After 2 cups, you were slowly feeling the effects before you seen Jack walking to you, Kieran already got the rundown of what had happened and that you had concluded that you were in fact bi now. She just wasn’t sure if you would be so comfortable around him yet. “Want me to distract?” She whispered tucking into your side. 

“No, it’s okay.” You said taking a deep breath before smiling when he stopped in front of the both of you. 

“Hey.” 

He was staring right at you, you felt the blush cover your face, you swallowed thickly, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you and crack, “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Kieran chirped, her smile spreading when he glanced at her for a moment before looking you over. You weren’t the thinnest, you had a little extra meat around your middle and your thighs certainly had no gap, but your confidence helped you feel comfortable wearing the short shorts, tank top and torn flannel that when seen from behind damn near made you look like you weren’t wearing any short at all.  

“Wanted to talk to you in private.” 

Your eyes widened as you looked to Kieran before looking back at him, “Alone? With me? Why?” 

Rolling his eyes he grabbed your wrist turning and pulling him with you, when you felt the cup being pulled from your hand you looked back at Kieran who was giving you thumbs up making a smoochy face before laughing. You looked at the back of Jack’s head anxious, Where are we going? Upstairs? Why? You didn’t pay attention to the people that were watching the two of you disappear up the stairs, your sole focus was Jack and them way he laced his fingers with yours. Despite yourself on a few occasions, he had been an invading guest in some of your fantasies and dreams, that to now feel him pulling you into... oh god, a bedroom, alone, the two of you. “Whas goin on?” 

After he had closed the door he guided you to the bed, making you sit down, he looked at you intensely, “I know you like me,” as you opened your mouth getting ready to say something, the hand he was holding, he pulled making you push forward and resting your other hand on his shoulder, “You’ve been staring at me a lot more since I left your place a couple weeks back, and don’t think I didn’t notice how you always blush when passing in the halls. Just say it Y/N.”  

Your cheeks were burning, he was so close, you could feel his breath fanning your face, opening your mouth, a small croak came from your throat making you close your mouth swallowing before going again, “Yer still wit-” 

“Say it.” 

The quiet of his voice made you throw caution to the wind, “Okay, fine... Jack... I like you.” Closing the distance, you kissed him, your breath halting in your throat, his lips aren’t as soft as the few girls your previously kissed, reaching up and cupping his jaw, it was firmer, sharper. A boy, not a girl, your mind reeled with the sensation of your nerves being consumed with Jack, Jack, Jack. Feeling his hands grab at the flannel you were wearing and start pushing at it to slide it down your shoulders. Easing back, you gathered yourself, “Wait.” 

“Come on.” Pulling the shirt off his hands started going for your tank. 

“Hey, Jack.” Before you could say anymore, he kissed you again slowly working the top up, your body froze at hearing something in the room bang, blood running cold when laughter sounded from the closet. 

“Shit, I can’t hold it in Jack, fucking look at her.” The laughter echoed in your ears as you quipped your head around and watched as 2 boys stumbled out of the closet laughing. 

“Never seen so many rolls, jeez, ever heard of self-restrain piggy?” 

“What are they doin here?” You looked to Jack shocked, tears threatening to build as he smirking then shook his head. 

“I was close guys; this doesn't count against me since you guys interrupted.” 

“Wha-” 

“She would’ve stopped you anyways, she was trying.” 

“Unless you were just going to ignore her protests?” 

“Shut up, just keep recording, this will be good.” 

“Wait, recordin? Why, stop Jack!” You cried as he yanked your tank top up before holding you, arms pinned behind your back.  

The other 2 pulled their phones up recording, flashes on, catching everything, as you thrashed trying to get loose their laughter rung loud in the room, “You thought he liked you? What a joke, maybe you would’ve let him fuck you.” 

“Would’ve been an easy bet for Jack to win. How annoying, I thought she was a lesbian?” 

“Faking that shit for attention probably, knew no guy would want to be with a piggy unless there was something interesting about her.” 

“But to think that even a girl would find this attractive? Yeah right.” 

The tears were unstoppable, their horrible remarks burning and cutting into you, finally getting loose enough in his grasp, you dove down to your top slipping on your flannel running out crying, the others following and laughing, snorting at you. 

“Y/N?!” You didn’t stop to wait for Kieran as you made a mad dash home, climbing up and into your room. Your phone started ringing, seeing Kieran, you ignored it, ashamed and embarrassed. 

Through the weekend, you stayed away from your phone, the constant dings and ringing going ignored till it finally died. On Monday, your mother none the wiser of what had happened forced you to school. Walking up to the front you tried to ignore the laughs and people pointing at you, when you walked into the main hall, everyone was staring at you, your skin breaking out with goose bumps. Head down, you got to your locker, when you opened it, pictures and notes flooded out, you looked at as much as you could before your vision blurred. They were still images of the video, notes and drawings of pigs and insults, the worst, comments to harm yourself. “Y/N.” Looking up at Kieran, the worry written all over her face, you watched as she picked up all the papers and yanked them out of your locker yelling at everyone that was now huddled around you, phones out and laughing. After she had all the papers, she pulled you into a bathroom before you broke down, holding onto her. “Come to my house, let’s just skip today.” 

Following her to her place, you sat with her in her room, telling her what had happened when you and Jack went upstairs. She held you tightly throughout the whole ordeal, curing Jack and his stupid friends. It was only a few hours before the both of you jumped at her door opening, her father stepping in looking at the both of you, “Why did you skip out of school? What’s going on here?” 

“Dad, listen, please just understand we have very valid reasons, just...” She looked at you hesitantly, “Can’t say right now.” 

“Can’t? Or won’t?” He looked over at you, “No child of mine skips school, what’s going on?” 

Before she came up with anything you started standing up grabbing your back, “I’m sorry sir, it was my fault, I pulled her out of the school and suggested we skip.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Why?” 

Making your way to the door you tried to squeeze past him, but his hand shot out blocking you, “No reason sir, please ju-” 

“We should just tell him, he will help yo-” 

“Don’t Kieran.” 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing!” Pushing his hand down, you bolted out and started making your way home. Going to your room you charged your phone and saw every notification start to pop up, messages from anyone and everyone from school laughing at the video and calling you. Silencing it you laid in your bed crying, shortly, your mom came home screaming at you as she climbed the stairs. 

“What in the hell did you fucking do?!” As she slammed your door open, the hatred in her eyes burned into you, “My boss just called me and told me you whored yourself at some fucking party? What fucking party did you go to?!” 

“What? How-” Keiran told him, you snapped your mouth shut, you couldn’t believe she told him. You knew she was trying to look out for you, but damnit if you weren’t made at her for saying anything. 

“Answer me! Don’t you dare play dumb; there’s video evidence of you screwing someone? Have you lost your damn mind?! Everything I fucking do, and this is how you repay me?!” You glared at her as she went on; How is this my fault? Why is she insisting it’s my fault? 

“I didn’t do ANYTHING on purpose! They forced me and recorded me!” She glared at you before turning on her heel leaving slamming the door behind herself. You sighed walking to the door locking it before grabbing your phone and computer, pulling skype up you called Dominic. While the ringing was going you opened your bank app, checking what you had before opening a new tab on your computer for flights. 

“Y/N, wha-” 

“Ye remember a while ago when ye suggested I move out that way to just run away?” 

“Yeah?” He looked at you skeptically, “Are ye-” 

“I’m buying a ticket as we speak, I will be there in two days.” 

“Woah, lass, whas go-” 

“Please, Dom, jus... tell me now if I can’t stay with ye till I find my dad so I can figure something else out for hiding.” 

“Of course, ye can stay with me, but lass, what the hell happened?” 

Booking the flight ticket you took a deep breath, trying to hold the tears back, being tired of crying you didn’t want to shed anymore. You told him everything that had happened over the weekend, the party, letting your phone die and having a mental break down to the crap that happened at school, your friend telling her dad who is your mom's boss. Finally, the yelling match with your mom that just transpired. When you finished, he slammed back into his chair huffing, “Jesus Christ lass... what te fuckin hell? Firs off, yer more tan welcome here, ma and pa have been wantin to meet ya bad and when they hear bo-” 

“No, please Dom. Please don’t say anything bou-” 

“Lass, listen, I’m real fuckin sorry bout was happen to ye, but we gotta tell them somethin. They are goin to won-” 

“Tell them, I’m coming to find my dad, which won be a lie, ye jus don need to tell them the other shit. Please Dom? PlEaSe? I’m beggin ye.” 

He was quiet a moment, but he relented, “Fine, but they ask more questions, we tell them lass.” 

“Fine.” 

The two of you hashed out the rest of your plan, you’d stay low at home, steering clear of your mom for the next day before calling a cab to take you to the airport the following day, ignoring her and creating distance was a piece of cake, she was still irate with you and constantly trying to think up of lies to tell her boss about your ‘mistake’. 

When the time came, right as soon as your mom was out the door, you grabbed your 2 bags and made a mad dash to the cab that waited out front, sliding in, you felt like everything was moving on X2 speed, the drive to the airport, getting through tsa, and waiting to board. Your heart pounded in your chest; you were finally leaving your mom, and going to look for your dad, you remembered faintly the areas he would take you and replayed every detail hoping that when you get there if you can’t find him, then at least his wife. When your phone started ringing, you slowly looked at it before staring, Kieran, she had no clue what you were doing. You had ignored her calls and texts yesterday and the previous night, you knew she would and is still worried about you. You wanted to tell her what you were doing but didn’t know any more if you could trust her not to tell her dad and then eventually report you running away. Damnit though if the guilt of her worry and self-blame didn’t eat at your conscience, sliding the answer across your screen you lifted the phone to your ear. 

“Oh my god! Y/N! I’ve been trying to reach you! Listen, please, I’m so sorry for telling my dad, but he needed to know! Please understand I only told him because he would help. He said he talked to your mom, but she called the cops to file a report.” The momentary silence lasted long enough for you to sigh, “H-how was it making the report? Did they say what they would do?” When you didn’t respond, you heard her sniffle, “Please, Y/N, I’m so-” 

“Don worry bout me anymore Kieran. I’ll be okay.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Jus don worry, I’m not mad at ye, well...not anymore.” 

“Y/N, where are you? You turned your location off.” 

You looked up at the boarding sign, “I’m goin home, I’ll see ye later okay?” 

“Oh, okay...Love you.” 

Swallowing, you grabbed your bags walking to the podium, “Bye Kieran.” You hung up quickly before turning your phone off and wrapping it in napkins and tossing it in a can passing by. 

Landing in Edinburgh Airport you hailed a cab and gave them Dominic’s address, you’d sent him money to buy you a new phone, so he knew the time window of when to expect you. Pulling up to a beautiful house I handed the driver some cash and started making your way to the front door. When it opened you smiled, Dom, in person quickly ran to you hugging and picking you up, “Jeez Dom, don’t break yer back.” You laughed, but when he set you down, a hard look on his face made you shut up. 

“Don be sayin no mean shit bout my best frien. I ain fraid to smack some sense into ye.” 

“An I an fraid to smack some sense into ye if you lay one hand on her.” You both turned to see his mom at the doorway with his father. 

A sheepish smile made its way onto his face, “I was only messin ma, promise.” 

“Hmhm” She hummed smiling walking down the path before smiling at you and wrapping her arms around you. “It’s so nice to finally meet ye hun.” 

“Oh, uh, thank ye fer lettin me stay here till I find my dad and mom.” You smiled back looking between her and her husband. 

“Come in dear.” He said grabbing your bags smiling, you all walked in, they lead you to the main room and sat you on the couch. While his mom got drinks for everyone you looked around, “When Dom said ye were comin to look fer ye father, I asked a few questions around town to see if anyone knew anything.” 

You looked at him shocked, “Oh, ye didn’t have to do tha, I don want to bother ye all while I stay here.” 

He shook his head, “I don mind one bit, I only wish I had some good news fer ye, with the lil I knew and Dom, not many people could really offer anything.” 

“I understand, there were a few places I remember visiting and going to many times when I was younger, I was goin to visit those places and ask around, if not fer them then at least my grandparents.” 

“Tomorrow, we’ll be more than happy to drive ye around and help.” 

And they did, it was a couple weeks of traveling and asking friends, and old connections till you found a small scrap of information. It was a long, short given to you by one of Dom’s dad’s old cop friends, but you didn’t want to leave no stone unturned. Going just outside of Edinburgh, you went to the address that was scribbled down, it was a long dirt driveway to a beautiful 2 story house, huge with hills and fields surrounding it. On one side there were highland and belted Galloway cows, the other side of the road was cheviot sheep, your heart was pounding a mile a minute in your ribs, your limbs felt heavy as you climbed out of the car, looking around. Everything felt so... 

“Can we help ye all?” That voice, your body felt like the earth was shaking, could feel every muscle trembling as you slowly turned around and ... It was like everything froze in time, tears weld in your eyes, even though it had only been 4 years, it was like you’d only just seen him yesterday. 

“Dad.” You whimpered; you covered your mouth. 

Looking you over, he swore he thought he was looking at a ghost, “Y/N?” Nodding your head, he took one step down the stairs before the both of you made a mad sprint for each other. The collision of you both slamming into each other, wrapping your arms around one another tightly, weeping into the others shoulder. He pulled back first, cupping your cheeks in his hands moving the hair from your face, “My god, Y/N. Yev grown so much.” You both laughed before going back into holding each other, it wasn’t until his wife came out asking what was going on till she saw you.  

“Oh my god, MA, PA!” She screamed before running to you laughing and hugging you.  

You looked to the door, your grandparents walked out confused, and slightly worried, but upon seeing you, God, they all had never felt so whole and complete, they all cocooned you into a bear hug. Only pulled apart to thank and welcome Dominic and his parents inviting them in.  

You never told anyone the truth of why you ran away and sought them out, you didn’t even have to worry about your mom making a report, when you had left she counted it as a silent blessing that she could move and start over fresh, she never thought you went back to your father, all that matter to her was that you were gone. Your dad and mom asked as often as they could to figure out the truth, but you only insisted that you missed them and decided enough was enough, you were going to find them no matter what. You’d told them and your grandparents that you were lesbian, not expressing that you were bi, they excepted you none the less, and you were sure they would still except you even if you told them, you were bi, but you weren’t going to be dating or seeing any guys for a very long time. Yes, you knew and understood not all men were the same, but that doesn’t change the fact that at the thought of being intimate with a guy had you breaking down and having an anxiety attack.  

It wasn’t for a long time till you found inner peace with yourself and what had happened to you those years ago, you just always kept to one rule when it came to guys. You were never going to get anywhere near intimate with one unless you guys were a serious thing; no one nightstands, no games, no bets, no lies. 

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How to Be a 1960s Coquette

DISCLAIMER: This is based on my own observation. Feel free to follow the guideline or not. Do what makes you comfortable

Fashion:

♡ Ribbons on your hair! Whether they are big or small, they're all equally important

♡ Colours galore!

♡ Do NOT be afraid to experiment with patterns. Paisley, daisies - YOU NAME IT!!

♡ Tights, Tights, Tights!

♡ Mini skirts are essential

♡ Dresses with narrow/boxy silhouettes that are above your knees/knee length - NEVER GO BELOW unless it's a prom gown

♡ Early 60s style: Circle skirts and dresses are a-okay except they're slightly shorter than their 50s counterparts

♡ GINGHAM GALORE!

♡ Peter Pan collar is calling YOU

♡ Shoes must be low heeled or flat

♡ Hats and Headbands - your choice! Whether they are simple headband or a beret, whatever suits your mood

♡ Oh yeah, HEAD SCARVES!!

♡ Driving gloves for your pleasure

♡ Funky shaped, big Sunglasses ESPECIALLY ROUND AND THE HEART SHAPED ONES FROM "Lolita" (1962)

♡ Big, Bold earrings

♡ These boots are made for walkin'

♡ Remember - BE BOLD AND NEVER BE AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT!

Hairstyles:

♡ Generally, the hairstyles can either be relaxed or bumped up to create a nice, half-circle round shape on top of your crown

♡ Hair can be either very long and silky to pixie cut like Twiggy's

♡ BANGS! You need them

♡ If you have bob hair, you can brush them inward towards your jawline. If you have a neck/shoulder length hair, you can do a bubble flip

♡ Feel free to use wigs, wiglets, and hair extensions

♡ Bouffants and Beehives for the Gods

♡ If you have a long hair, do a braided ponytail

♡ Pigtails are all the rage!

♡ Again, DON'T BE AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT!

Makeup:

♡ Have fun with it! You can do a flower-patterned face paint or all over your limbs!

♡ Twiggy's eye look

♡ Big doe eyes or Sharp cat eyes

♡ Lashes on top and bottom + mascara!

♡ Nude or soft pink coloured lipstick

♡ Soft, peachy flush

♡ Early 60s: Go for the Barbie look with the soft wing and blue eyeshadows

Style References:

♡ Twiggy

♡ Jean Shrimpton

♡ Pattie Boyd

♡ Colleen Corby

♡ Molly Corby

♡ Chrissie Shrimpton

♡ Samantha Juste

♡ Brigitte Bardot

♡ Anna Karina

♡ EVERY SINGLE YÉ-YÉ GIRLS

♡ Jane Birkin

♡ Lesley Gore

♡ The Ronettes

♡ Lola Falana

♡ The Supremes

♡ Glenna Forster-Jones

♡ Nancy Kwan

♡ Mary Weiss

♡ Priscilla Presley

♡ Patty Duke

♡ Annette Funicello

♡ Marianne Faithfull

♡ Jean Seberg

♡ Peggy Moffitt

♡ Sue Lyon

♡ Uschi Obermaier

♡ Marlo Thomas

♡ Edie Sedgwick

♡ Sally Field

♡ Sharon Tate

♡ Britt Ekland

♡ Pamela des Barres

♡ Genevieve Waite

♡ Ewa Aulin

♡ Goldie Hawn

♡ Mia Farrow

♡ Any girls in "Valley of the Dolls" (1967) and "The Touchables" (1968)

♡ Any girl groups from that era

Youtubers specializing in this particular style:

♡ Jackie Wyers

♡ @dandelionapril

♡ The MILK club

♡ Devyn Crimson

♡ Connie Mclean

♡ Laura Jane Atelier

♡ Loepsie

♡ Emma Rosa Katharina

♡ WanderlustVintage

♡ BONUS:

Coquette Counterparts:

♡ Dark Coquette

♡ Dolly Coquette

[tikkunolamresistance]

The Sassoons reveals the fascinating story of a remarkable Jewish family, following four generations from Iraq to India, China, and England through a rich selection of works collected by family members over time

Esther scroll of Reuben Sassoon. Baghdad, mid-nineteenth century. Paint on parchment with silver handle; scroll, 41/8 in. (10.5 cm); with handle 7 7/8 in. (20 cm). Weitzman Family Collection. Formerly in the Sassoon Family Collection

The exhibition highlights the Sassoon family’s pioneering role in trade, art collecting, architectural patronage, and civic engagement from the early 19th century through World War II through over 120 works—paintings, decorative arts, illuminated manuscripts, and Judaica—amassed by family members and borrowed from numerous private and public collections. Highlights include Hebrew manuscripts from as early as the 12th century, many lavishly decorated; Chinese art and ivory carvings; rare Jewish ceremonial art; Western masterpieces including paintings by Thomas Gainsborough, and Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, and magnificent portraits by John Singer Sargent of various Sassoon family members. The Sassoons explores themes such as discrimination, diaspora, colonialism, global trade, and war that not only shaped the history of the family but continue to define our world today. 

Organized by Claudia Nahson, Morris and Eva Feld Senior Curator at the Jewish Museum, New York, and Esther da Costa Meyer, Professor Emerita at Princeton University. Exhibition design by Leslie Gill and Adam Johnston, Leslie Gill Architect; graphic design by Miko McGinty.

The Sassoons is made possible by The Achelis and Bodman Foundation; The David Berg Foundation; The Starr Foundation; the E. Rhodes and Leona B. Carpenter Foundation; the National Endowment for the Arts; Barbara Tober, The Acronym Fund; The Gladys Krieble Delmas Foundation; David Keidan; the Oded Halahmy Foundation for the Arts; The Nancy Sidewater Foundation; Sharon Wolfe and Meir Rotenberg; Dr. Harriette Kaley; and Christopher Tsai and André Stockamp. Additional support is provided by the Horace W. Goldsmith Exhibitions Endowment Fund; The Joan Rosenbaum Exhibitions Endowment; and The Centennial Fund. The publication is made possible, in part, by the Dorot Foundation, Denise Littlefield Sobel, the Arthur F. and Alice E. Adams Charitable Foundation, and the Barr Ferree Publication Fund at Princeton University.  Digital guide supported by Bloomberg Connects.

[autistpride]

How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!

So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.

Actors/actresses/entertainment:

Chloe Hayden

Talia Grant

Rachel Barcellona

Sir Anthony Hopkins

Dan Akroyd

David Byrne

Darryl Hannah

Courtney Love

Jerry Seinfeld

Roseanne Barr

Jennifer Cook

Chuggaaconroy

Stephanie Davis

Rick Glassman

Paula Hamilton

Dan Harmon

Paige Layle

Matthew Labyorteaux

Wentworth Miller

Desi Napoles

Freddie Odom Jr

Kim Peek

Sue Ann Pien

Henry Rodriguez

Scott Steindorff

Ian Terry

Tara Palmer -Tomkinson

Albert Rutecki

Billy West

Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant

Athletes:

Jessica- Jane Applegate

Michael Brannigan

David Campion

Brenna Clark

Ulysse Delsaux

Tommy Dis Brisay

Jim Eisenreich

Todd Hodgetts

John Howard

Anthony Ianni

Lisa Llorens

Clay Matzo

Frankie Macdonald

Jason McElwain

Chris Morgan

Max Park

Cody Ware

Amani Williams

Samuel Von Einem

Musicians:

Susan Boyle

Elizabeth Ibby Grace

David Byrne

Johnny Dean

Tony DeBlois

Christopher Dufley

Jody Dipiazza

Pertti Kurikka

James Jagow

Ladyhawke

Kodi Lee

Left at London

Red Lewis Clark

Abz Love

Thristan Mendoza

Heidi Mortenson

Hikari Oe

Matt Savage

Graham Sierota

SpaceGhostPurp

Mark Tinley

Donald Triplett

Aleksander Vinter

Comedians:

Hannah Gatsby

Robert White

Bethany Black

Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:

Damian Milton

Bram Cohen

Michelle Dawson

Carl Sagan

Writers:

Neil Gaimen

Mel Bags

Kage Baker

Amy Swequenza

M. Remi Yergeau

Sean Barron

Lydia X Z Brown

Matt Burning

Dani Bowman

Nicole Cliffe

Laura Kate Dale

Aoife Dooley

Corrine Duyvus

Marianne Eloise

Jory Flemming

Temple Grandin

John R Hall

Naomi Higashida

Helan Hoang

Liane Holliday Willey

Luke Jackson

Rosie King

Thomas A McKean

Johnathan Mitchell

Jack Monroe

Caiseal Mor

Morenike Giwa- Onaiwu

Jasmine O'Neill

Brant Page Hanson

Dawn Prince-Hughs

Sue Robin

Stephen Shore

Andreas Souvitos

Sarah Stup

Susanna Tamaro

Chuck Tingle

Donna Williams

Leaders:

Julia Bascom

Ari Ne'eman

Sarah Marie Acevedo

Sharon Davenport

Joshua Collins

Conner Cummings

Kevin Healy

Poom Jenson

Amy Knight

Jared O'Mara

David Nelson

Shaun Neumeier

Master Sgt. Shale Norwitz

Jim Sinclair

Judy Singer

Dr. Vernon Smith

Artists:

Miina Akkijjyrkka

Danny Beath

Deborah Berger

Larry John Bissonnette

Patrick Francis

Goby

Jorge Gutierrez

Lina Long

Johnathan Lerman

Julian Martin

Haley Moss

Morgan Harper Nichols

Tim Sharp

Gilles Tehin

Willem Van Genk

Richard Wawro

Poets:

David Eastham

Christopher Knowles

David Miedzianik

Henriette Seth F

[michelebrockent]

HIV and the Journey Toward Zero Part 1 from Journey Towards Zero on Vimeo.

"HIV and the Journey Toward Zero" sparks important conversations around the end of the HIV epidemic. What does “the end” mean for those who have been there from the start, those living with HIV today and those leading the way to an HIV-free future?

"HIV and the Journey Toward Zero" spotlights the perspective of some of Chicago’s most prominent activists. The film is presented in partnership with the Chicago Department of Public Health, Tessa Films and local community organizations. Join us as we hear from long-term survivors, newly diagnosed individuals, clinicians, researchers and community leaders — the voices that, together, can make HIV history.

Director: Chan C. Smith Producer: Lisa Masseur, Tessa Films Editor: Christina Stumpf Director of Photography: Ashley C. Battle Original music composed by: Joe George Shadid Line Producer: Sarah Minnie Creative Producer/Consultant: Sanford E. Gaylord Additional Camera Operator: Chan C. Smith 1st Asst. Camera/Camera Operator: Candice Majors DIT: Eric Almond Additional DIT: Emmanuel Bansa Gaffer: Kemi Mayomi Grip/Swing: Maddie C. Dodge Production Coordinator/Associate Producer: Julia Barr Payroll Manager: Holli Hopkins McGinley Production Business Manager: Mary Pat Forston Production Accountant: Lisa Bird Sound Utility: Nicholas Fanelli Key Makeup Artist: Libby Knapp Production Assistants: “Moishe” Zoe Bernardean, Joanna Bozic, Nick Canonaco, C’airra Cortez, John P. Harris, Mireillee “M” Lamort, Alex Monsalud, Luis Trevino Colorist: Craig Leffel Dialog Editor: Steve Wilke, Mix Kitchen Sound Effects Editor: Brian Leitner, Mix Kitchen Supervising Sound Editor/Re-Recording Mixer: Sam Fishkin, Mix Kitchen Archival Producer: Alexis Jaworski Research Assistants/Production Assistants: Otito Greg-Obi, Ronnie Chatterjee

Chicago Dept. of Public Health: Executive in Charge of Production: David Kern Chief Development Executive: Jorge Cestou Director of Creative Affairs: James Scalzitti Creative Executive: Riley Sorin

Stock and archival footage and images provided by: ACT UP AIDS Foundation of Chicago Associated Press The American Association for the Advancement of Sciences Tracy Baim Jeff Berry Doug Birkenhauer Lora Branch Caprice Carthans CBS Chicago Centers for Disease Control and Prevention Chicago Tribune Pat Cummings Damn Interfering Video Activist Television Terry Dudley The Estate of Mark Morrisroe (Ringier Collection) at Fotomuseum Winterthur Sanford E. Gaylord Gerber/Hart Library and Archives Getty Images Rick Guasco Lisa Howe-Ebright Tim Karr Owen Keehan David Lebe The Legacy Project Rae Lewis-Thornton Thomas McGovern, from Bearing Witness (to AIDS) The Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report National AIDS Memorial National Institutes of Health U.S. Clinical Center National Library of Medicine Alice O’Malley Pond 5 Positively Aware Magazine by TPAN Public Arts Fund Alon Reninger/Contact Press Images John Ryan Victor Salvo Dean Sameshima San Francisco History Center, San Francisco Public Library Renslow Sherer Tactical Media Files The 10% Show Evany Turk Video Data Bank Windy City Times/Outlines/BLACKlines Archives, by Tracy Baim, Mike Carter, Genypher Novak and Rex Wockner Israel Wright

Special thanks to: OTV—Open Television Alphawood Foundation Gerber/Hart Library and Archives Tracy Baim Lora Branch Sharon Zurek Dave Beedy Lori Cannon Victor Salvo Owen Keehan Anthony Hirschel Melissa Terrell Minnie Productions Eleven04 Moonwalker Cafe Chicago Film Office Illinois Film Office

Spoken word by Storie Deveraux “June 5, 1981”

Additional music provided by The Music Bed “Rest, Get Here” by Sharon Irving “All We’re Living For” by Sharon Irving

Promotion provided by Bigmouth Creative

Filmed on Location in Chicago, IL

[succubussally]

the difference is the gays never get the kiss and also get told they're disgusting for even seeing it that way

Posting for context as this is what it was in response to.

First off, I'm very aware of homophobia as I have been a victim of it myself. I'm not straight but anon had no way of knowing that. So I forgive you for that, anon. There's no way you could have known. I'm a woman and have dated women as well as a non-binary person.

I've also been on tumblr since 2009,2010 https://succubussally.tumblr.com/archive The archive function is not working correctly currently so I'm not able to scroll all the way back to confirm the year but I'm pretty sure it was at least late 2009.

I totally get that a lot of my older posts are garbage and I have left them up to show that I have changed a lot as a person since then. I did use to be a garbage straight person who didn't bother identifying as bi/queer as I currently do. (I was attracted to women back then but thought that was something all girls do? I was very misled)

Now, onto the whole "gays never get the kiss". Where is this coming from because I even mentioned in my comment there that I am referring to when "Will they or won't they" was used on sitcoms.

You know what aired in the 90s? ELLEN. I was never really into her but obviously she's amazing for having come out on her own show. I also didn't get to watch the show when it aired as I was a Jehovah's Witness as a child in the 90s. (I mostly watch old sitcoms and I managed to miss this one and haven't ever seen it in syndication?)

Apparently there was a lesbian kiss https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrbMSW8cQQ8 but one of the characters was straight because back then, you couldn't be gay and kiss on TV.... UNTIL MISSION HILL BABY.

Wally & Gus are gay and they kiss. This aired in 1999/2000. They are a couple however and don't have a "will they or won't they" relationship. In the show they've been together since the 1950's. And the show won an award for having a positive portrayal of a gay couple.

And now I'm going to talk about the most controversial of all - and happens to be one I know well because I watched the show a lot when I was a teen and I still watch reruns as well as the reboot that killed off the main character which was a GOOD CHOICE.

The episode of Roseanne "Ladies Choice" followed by the episode in a later season "Don't Ask, Don't tell".

People don't ever really seem to bring this up and its totally understandable because somewhere down the line, Roseanne Barr became just a monster of a person. From the thing that got her fired from her own show to that garbage she said more recently that didn't even make sense.

Roseanne has always been controversial but back in the 80s/90s - her image and show had better intentions than obviously now.

The show also featured gay characters and a bisexual character. In "Ladies Choice" Nancy comes out to her friends who are shocked, but they support her anyway.

Then in a later episode in that same season, it's revealed in a poor way that Nancy is also bisexual. Her friends question her attraction to a man to which she responds "I'm a people person, please don't label me" It's also made clear that she has no interest in having a relationship with the guy, but instead only wants to date him so she can get pregnant. After this guy turns out to be a con artist, she goes back to dating women.

Then in "Don't ask, Don't tell" - Nancy is dating a stripper, Sharon. It's not said specifically but its revealed that Nancy and Sharon are in an open relationship. Sharon invites Roseanne and friends to a gay bar where Sharon dances with Roseanne, and then kisses her.

Roseanne is a straight married woman but what makes this episode significant is that Roseanne has a poor reaction to the kiss and tries to blame it on Sharon not being monogamous. This is when Nancy tells Roseanne that Sharon told her about the kiss and its fine, not cheating. This confuses Roseanne which leads her to tell Jackie that she wasn't bothered by the kiss, but that she isn't gay.

Nancy walks in on Roseanne announcing that she isn't gay and has to tell her that, the real reason the kiss freaked her out is because deep down - Roseanne enjoyed it.

Nancy even tells her that sexuality isn't all black and white.

Roseanne continues to deny it until she finally admits to Nancy, that she was wrong - which means Nancy is right and she enjoyed the kiss. Roseanne denies she enjoyed it to her husband thinking he'll be upset only to learn he's a little too interested in his wife kissing some woman at a bar. (typical 90s stuff)

This isn't a "will they or won't they" relationship either although they do build up to the kiss with a lot of suspense. But it's really just "ohh what's gonna happen at the gay bar" - well gay stuff, duh.

This post is way too long for my liking and I'm sure there are many other examples of gays being okay and even kissing on tv at least - I didn't even touch all the gay movies I love from the 90's. These are just the examples that came to mind first on the subject of "gays never get the kiss" and I fully admit, there aren't any examples at least off the top of my head where gay people are in a "will they or won't they" relationship.

and like I mentioned, I tend to watch a lot of old sitcoms cause I love nostalgia and missed out on my childhood sadly because I was a JW.

There are probably more examples that I've heard about but don't know enough about to post about it here because anytime gay people kiss on TV, it's been a big deal.

So maybe "Gays" as anon put it, don't get the kiss in "will they or won't they" situations but they do get to kiss as couples and bisexuals get to kiss too.

And lets not minimize how important it is that bisexual characters get to kiss. I'm sick of bi-erasure and I won't stand for it.

As far as I'm concerned, its canon that Roseanne and Nancy are bisexuals. And sexuality does have a grey area.

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Adele’s 2012 “21” album, Tatyana Ali, the Apple Macintosh (1984), John Belushi, Ernest Borgnine, Zeke Carey (The Flamingos), Michael Chapman, Michael Des Barres, Neil Diamond, Benny Goodman’s “Stompin’ at the Savoy” (1936), the 1940 film GRAPES OF WRATH, Jules Holland, Piper Laurie, Natassja Kinski, Aviva Maloney (great to have gigged with you), Lounès Matoub, Aaron Neville, Klaus Nomi, Mary Lou Retton, Dmitri Shostakovich’s 1961 opera "Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District" (banned by the Soviet government), author-musician Charles Jesse Souza, Ray Stevens, Maria Tallchief, Sharon Tate, Luscious White, Yes’s 1984 “Owner of a Lonely Heart” single, Warren Zevon, and singer-songwriter peter chauncey. Originally from Jackson, Mississippi and based in California and Arizona, peter draws comparisons to David Bowie for his vocal style and mix of American soul with Euro-electronica. I’ve had the pleasure to work with peter for a few years—check out his music (and HB pc):

#peterchauncey #singersongwriter #davidbowie #electronica #synthpop #soulmusic #johnnyjblair

[pepperbag76]

“ Sharon Tate photographed by Neal Barr  in 1967 “

Source: @Dear_Lonely1

[ljaesch]

Crunchyroll to Begin Streaming the English Dub of the Second Season of the Spy x Family Anime on October 21, 2023

Crunchyroll has announced that it will begin streaming the English dub of the second season of the Spy x Family anime on October 21, 2023. The returning English voice cast includes: Alex Organ is Loid/Twilight Natalie Van Sistine is Yor Megan Shipman is Anya Tyler Walker is Bond Anthony Bowling is Franky Morgan Lauré is Camilla Leah Clark is Sharon Katelyn Barr is Millie Cris George is…

[hbhughes]

Mildred "Millie" P. Richardson

Mildred “Millie” P. Richardson, 97, formerly of Dallas, passed away on Saturday, December 7, 2024, at Kingston Rehabilitation & Nursing Center, Kingston.

Mildred was born in Knoxville, Tennessee on May 17, 1927, to the late Lawrence and Grace Johnson Hardin. She was a member of St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, Dallas. She enjoyed family get-togethers, babysitting her grandchildren, camping, and was absolutely ruthless when playing "Pollyanna" (a board game).

Mildred was employed at Dollar General and Old River Road Bakery in Shavertown. Millie was always a cheerful face and brought much joy and happiness to all those fortunate enough to meet her.  

She is preceded in death by her loving husband of 58 years, Howard Richardson; her daughters Donna Baloga and Sharon Driggers, granddaughter Angela Baloga; as well as brothers, Robert and Charles Hardin, and son in law Charles Driggers.

Mildred is survived by her son in law David Baloga, grandchildren Christian and Michael Baloga, Jennifer Cooper and Amanda Alabbassi and 3 great grandchildren, Lacey Brostoski, Olivia and Amelia Alabbassi. 

Family and friends are invited from 5 to 8 PM on Thursday, December 12th at Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc. Funeral Home, Forty Fort.

Funeral service will be held at 10:30 AM on Friday, December 13th at Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc. Funeral Home with Rev. Charles Grube, officiating. Interment will follow the service at Mount Greenwood Cemetery, Trucksville.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations can be made to PA for Human Life of Wilkes-Barre, 31 Hanover St., Wilkes- Barre, PA 18702.

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Vanille<3

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[garudabluffs]

The art of doing nothing

Twiddling your thumbs is often associated with wasting time. But feel shame about thumb-twiddling no longer.

In a world of calendars and to-do lists, something has got to give. We so often fear doing nothing, missing out, or getting behind. Our smartphones make it increasingly hard to disconnect from the attention economy. But studies show there are benefits to dilly-dallying when it comes to your work and your health.

Why is it so hard to do absolutely zilch on any given day? How can we try to reap the benefits of doing nothing at all? We bring together a panel to discuss.

Guests

Jenny Odell birdwatcher; author, "How to do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy" and "Saving Time: Discovering a Life Beyond the Clock"

Manoush Zomorodi host, NPR's Ted Radio Hour and the new series, "Body Electric;" author, "Bored and Brilliant: How Spacing Out Can Unlock Your Most Creative Self"

Sharon Salzberg co-founder, Insight Meditation Society at Barre, Massachusetts

LISTEN 46:03 https://the1a.org/segments/the-art-of-doing-nothing/

[gezinus]

Finding Wholeness Through Our Broken Places (Excerpt): Tara Brach, Jack Kornfield, and Gabor Maté

You can watch all our videos at https://scienceandnonduality.com In this excerpt from a conversation from the “Talks on Trauma” series Gabor Maté investigates the paths of personal trauma woven into the Buddhist and personal psychology fields for which Jack Kornfeld and Tara Brach are so well known. Find out more about this series “Talks on Trauma” as part of the “All Access Pass” from the film The Wisdom of Trauma: https://thewisdomoftrauma.com/store/ _____________________________________________________ Tara Brach is an American psychologist, author, and proponent of Buddhist meditation. She is a guiding teacher and founder of the Insight Meditation Community of Washington, D.C. (IMCW). Brach also teaches about Buddhist meditation at centers for meditation and yoga in the United States and Europe, including Spirit Rock Meditation Center in Woodacre, California; the Kripalu Center, and the Omega Institute for Holistic Studies. Brach is an Engaged Buddhist, specializing in the application of Buddhist teachings and mindfulness meditation to emotional healing. She has authored several books on these subjects, including Radical Acceptance, True Refuge, and Radical Compassion. https://www.tarabrach.com/ _____________________________________________________ Jack Kornfield trained as a Buddhist monk in the monasteries of Thailand, India and Burma. He has taught meditation internationally since 1974 and is one of the key teachers to introduce Buddhist mindfulness practice to the West. After graduating from Dartmouth College in Asian Studies in 1967 he joined the Peace Corps and worked on tropical medicine teams in the Mekong River valley. He met and studied as a monk under the Buddhist master Ven. Ajahn Chah, as well as the Ven. Mahasi Sayadaw of Burma. Returning to the United States, Jack co-founded the Insight Meditation Society in Barre, Massachusetts, with fellow meditation teachers Sharon Salzberg and Joseph Goldstein and the Spirit Rock Center in Woodacre, California. Over the years, Jack has taught in centers and universities worldwide, led International Buddhist Teacher meetings, and worked with many of the great teachers of our time. He holds a Ph.D. in clinical psychology and is a father, husband and activist. His books have been translated into 20 languages and sold more than a million copies. They include, A Wise Heart: A Guide to the Universal Teachings of Buddhist Psychology, A Path with Heart; After the Ecstasy, the Laundry; Teachings of the Buddha; Seeking the Heart of Wisdom; Living Dharma; A Still Forest Pool; Stories of the Spirit, Stories of the Heart; Buddha’s Little Instruction Book; The Art of Forgiveness, Lovingkindness and Peace, Bringing Home the Dharma: Awakening Right Where You Are, and his most recent book, No Time Like the Present: Finding Freedom, Love, and Joy Right Where You Are. https://jackkornfield.com/ _____________________________________________________ Gabor Maté Rather than offering quick-fix solutions to these complex issues, Dr. Maté weaves together scientific research, case histories, and his own insights and experience to present a broad perspective that enlightens and empowers people to promote their own healing and that of those around them. After 20 years of family practice and palliative care experience, Dr. Maté worked for over a decade in Vancouver’s Downtown East Side with patients challenged by drug addiction and mental illness. The bestselling author of four books published in over thirty languages, Gabor is an internationally renowned speaker highly sought after for his expertise on addiction, trauma, childhood development, and the relationship of stress and illness. His book on addiction received the Hubert Evans Prize for literary non-fiction. For his groundbreaking medical work and writing he has been awarded the Order of Canada, his country’s highest civilian distinction, and the Civic Merit Award from his hometown, Vancouver. His books include In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters With Addiction; When the Body Says No; The Cost of Hidden Stress; Scattered Minds: The Origins and Healing of Attention Deficit Disorder; and (with Dr. Gordon Neufeld) Hold on to Your Kids: Why Parents Need to Matter More Than Peers. His next book, The Myth of Normal: Trauma, Illness & Healing in a Toxic Culture is due out on September 13, 2022. His second next book, Hello Again: A Fresh Start for Parents and Their Adult Children is expected in 2023. Gabor is also co-developer of a therapeutic approach, Compassionate Inquiry, now studied by hundreds of therapists, physicians, counselors, and others internationally. More on his books and programs can be found here. _____________________________________________________ Science and Nonduality is a community inspired by timeless wisdom, informed by cutting-edge science, and grounded in direct experience. We come together in an open-hearted exploration while celebrating our humanity. Bron: Science and Nonduality https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iz66rBFB0Yk