#well the dress is old school (2002)

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I was working from home today and didn’t go outside but I do think people need to see how cute my outfit was ♣️

*~~ Be an angel and don’t reblog this on a kink/nsfw blog ~~*

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What makes a Jesuit boys’ school so entertaining is the irreverence in the face of certain damnation. There were adult authority figures, some imbued with the ability to forgive Mortal Sin, telling us we were going to Hell if we didn’t take our morality seriously. In response, we laughed and cracked jokes. We laughed so hard, in part, because the stakes were so high. If you could mock the Most Important Question, you could likely laugh off anything.

Humor was what opened me up to the idea that I didn’t share the values of the men teaching me to be a “good” person. Humor also taught me that I didn’t have to accept any of it.

The first time I heard shade thrown at the Theology department was during my freshman year when my favorite teacher sitting in a room in the fourth floor English department, in an entirely separate building from the Theology and History classrooms asked “what movie are they showing you over there this week?” It was true that for half the year, Theology teachers showed movies 40 minutes at a time to make important philosophical points. They screened The Matrix, Life is Beautiful (watched in tandem with our reading of Man’s Search for Meaning), and, my personal favorite The Shawshank Redemption which they showed to us in the summer before 9th grade to let us know what Jesuit school would resemble: something close to surviving solitary confinement. If you had music in your mind, you might make it out. I don’t doubt the efficacy of showing these movies to us to teach moral lessons. It was a better strategy than trying to force teenagers to read. I had never heard anyone mock the department, though, especially not another teacher.

To be clear, this scrutiny, at least of the lay teachers in the Theology department was justified. They fed us one-sided anti-intellectual drivel that had almost nothing to do with Catholic Dogma. Instead of learning about a biblical text, we spent hours listening to a guy tell us evolution was “just a theory,” that being gay was a choice, and that abortion was wrong in any instance (whatever your personal beliefs, understand that it’s kind of hard to hear both sides of that argument at an all-male school where the adult men were the authority on ethics). Then they showed us clips from Fox News of Terri Schiavo and told us the “correct” Christian response to the news.

One day, again in my freshman year when I was scared to question anything because of an inordinate fear that I could be thrown out of school at any moment, our Theology teacher pressed play on The Emperor’s Club (a 2002 Kevin Kline movie about a boy’s prep school that served in our teacher’s mind as some ethic antithesis to the more beloved (and frankly more entertaining) Dead Poets Society). A student in the back row raised his hand, and our teacher paused the movie. We sat in the dark room and rolled our eyes. Make this quick, buddy. We’ve got a movie to watch here!

“Jeff?” our teacher said, lifting his eyebrows.

“Yes, I was wondering about the prayer we read before class today,” Jeff said. He was a senior, a bit portly which was only noticeable because many kids did not bother buying new dress shirts every year. Once the stress of school forced you to eat your feelings four years in a row, you wound up with a gut putting pressure on your old shirts’ buttons. “It says in the prayer…” Jeff continued, “that Jesus descended into Hell. What’s that about?” 

“Well,” our teacher said, looking excited to finally talk about religion instead of answering some weird kid’s question about the ethics of having sex with aliens should they ever land on Earth, “according to scripture, we know the gates of Heaven were closed for a time, so when Jesus died he descended into hell first to free other righteous souls…”

“Yeah, a quick follow-up on that,” Jeff said, sounding interested, “does anyone believe this shit?” 

The cackles that erupted in the room nearly overwhelmed our teacher’s angry tirade. Jeff was sent to the Vice Principal’s office to await his judgment. It hadn’t occurred to me until that moment you were allowed not only to question those teaching us about religion but you were allowed to reject the faith altogether. 

From there, every argument began to collapse, mostly through funny moments:

A teacher tried to tell us IVF was wrong because “you have to jerk off into a cup. It’s not right.” One kid announced: “I’ve done weirder!” Guffaws. Cheers.

Another teacher claimed gay sex was always wrong because the sex itself was not ‘open to creating human life,’ to which a brave gay student volunteered “Oh, I’m open to it. I’ll keep trying and let you know if there’s a miracle.” Applause. 

When a teacher said video games could be considered a sin if they distract you from work, someone, half-asleep in the front row, let out a loud “Ah, shut up!” that made us all giggle.

My fellow students weren’t playing the game, arguing with the teacher on his terms, using logic. They were dismissing the arguments flippantly, and no adult could reply unless they were funny themselves. 

Read the rest here.

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10 random facts about me

I was tagged by @rebelangelsims 😘

Let's see. I think I've done some random facts asks before so there may be some overlap because I'm not a very interesting person but let's see...

When I was like 6 or something, my brother had me convinced he was Peter Pan and he gave me a little bag of pixie dust. I was (and still am) terrified of heights but he told me if I jumped off the back porch, which was really high off the ground to tiny me, that I would fly if I sprinkled the pixie dust on myself. I got as far as climbing over the railing and trying to summon the courage to jump when he stopped me. Turns out the pixie dust was powdered sugar.

My favorite song of all time is Free Somebody by Luna from f(x). Idk what it is about that song that my brain latched onto like "yesssssss this is the one" but I just love it.

I am named after Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I am intensely weirded out by puppets, particularly of the Muppet variety. There's just something about those felt-covered bastards I don't trust.

I started playing the Sims 1 in 2002 when I was 16. I never owned a single expansion pack for it, but it captivated me so much, I was almost late for work more than once because my pixel people needed me.

I always say "please" and "thank you" to my virtual assistants, not because I'm afraid of a robot uprising, but because that's just how I am. I don't even realize I do it, most of the time. Me and Bixby (I'm a Samsung user) actually have beef because I'll be like "Hey Bixby open Outlook, please" and she'll be like "lol bitch Idk what Outlookplease is" and I'm like "OPEN. OUTLOOK. Please." and she's like "Idk what you want me to do, you don't have Outlookplease installed on your phone" and I'm like "I AM TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU" and Bixby just sits there all smug and not opening Outlook like aldjfalsdjfadsjfalsjfsd what do you want from me why won't you accept my politeness???????

I have made my Simself in every version of the game except Sims 1 because it wasn't possible to do so. But in Sims 2, 3, and 4, I have made myself and of course I am always a witch with a black cat familiar.

My addiction to CAS goes back to childhood when I used to make dresses for my Barbies out of random scraps of fabric. I didn't know how to sew, though, so everything was held together with safety pins, dental floss, school glue, and tape.

Not only can I whistle, I can whistle pretty darn well. I can't sing worth a damn so I guess God felt sorry for me and gave me one singular musical talent. It just so happens to be the one that most people find incredibly annoying.

I've been fascinated by Greek mythology since I was a small child entirely too young to be reading Greek mythology. Do you know how much incest there is in Greek mythology?! A lot. A LOT! I was raised by Fundies so it's really surprising I was allowed to read those stories and nobody was like "hey maybe the 6 year old shouldn't be reading about all this murder and incest and baby-eating". Because baby-eating also comes up a surprising amount of times. I still love it, though. Give me a good Greek myth any day.

Hmmmmmm let's see...who to tag...

Well if you read all of that crazy shit up there, I'm tagging you. Yes, you! You reading this!

Also, @venriliz, @getboolpropped, @changingplumbob, @coreene-simblr, @druidberries, and @living-undead don't ask questions just do it unless you don't want to.

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Finished a WIP that was almost old enough to drink 💀Drink in AMERICA, at that.

(I swear the bottom of her dress has shadows it's not just all the same yellow, that just doesn't show up in the pic very well ToT) I modified it a bit from its original design, Patriotic Angel by Dimensions:

I'm...sure I don't need to explain my decision to modify it to tumblr xD

But I do want to explain why I had it and my thought process with it over the years.

First off, I mean no disrespect to whoever made the pattern or to anyone who made it as written or who just likes the general look of it. I do mean disrespect to Christian Nationalists though.

I got it from a friend who had too many xstich kits so just gave me like, 3-4 unstarted pieces to pick from. I wish I remembered what the others were because "patriotic Christianity" wasn't really my vibe back then either, but I was a lot more tolerant of it, and I think I intended to give this to either my grandma or my aunt and uncle since it was more their vibe. (Said aunt and uncle are now no longer in contact with the rest of the family and regularly share prager u vids on fb last I checked so uh...yeah.)

It wasn't a project I worked on much, it mostly sat in the drawer with all the other kits I bought in a fit of extreme optimism back in high school as I increasingly grew uncomfortable with the subject matter, but couldn't bring myself to throw it away entirely.

Last year I finally pulled it out again (working my way through ancient wips that have sat abandoned for over a decade cuz I have a craft room now so why not) and realized I hadn't started on any of the red and white on the dress yet. So I replaced it with yellow. She is now Swedish, because my Swedish grandma is the one who taught me needlepoint.

Also worth noting this pattern was released in 2002 (but I think I got the kit in 04ish?) so uh...yeah that post-9/11 patriotism was strong.

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Leia's Wedding

Summary: Jay never knew how much Leia truly means to him before she nearly walked down the aisle and married somebody else.

Pairings: Leia Forman + Jay Kelso

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Jay met Leia Forman when he was 15, but he didn't know how much of an impact Rec and Kitty Forman's granddaughter was going to have on his life.

When Leia came back for her summer visit in 1997, they ended up sleeping together. It didn't take long to get around the group.

And Leia never heard the end of it from Gwen.

But, she dropped the bombshell of the decade on the gang when she arrived in Point Place, Wisconsin in 2002. She still drove her father's old Vista Cruiser, but a man was sitting in the passenger seat.

Saying that she was going to be getting married at the end of the summer.

And Jay didn't like her fiancé.

Not one bit.

He was an arrogant asshole who looked down his nose at anyone in town, her friends, him, her parents but especially her grandparents.

Mainly Kitty.

He doesn't know what he has against Leia's sweet grandmother, who went back to work years after she retired and watched over the gang throughout their high school years.

Jay decided it was his last chance to win Leia back. But, he found her sobbing in the bridal holding the cufflinks that were special in her family (he remembers her saying they were 'blessed' by... someone... she didn't know the whole story).

"Leia?" Gently shutting the door behind him so he doesn't startle her, he walks along the plush carpet wearing the new dress shoes he bought for this occasion. "What's the matter? You're getting married in 10 minutes!" He tried to sound enthusiastic, but he knew his heart wasn't in it.

"He had this whole plan, he was going to move us to Australia! I'd never see my family again. Or you... guys."

Jay wanted to rip the asshole's head off. It was obvious that Leia loved her family. Kitty obsessed over the arrival of summer and Leia's time in Point Place. He may not show it that often, but Red loved spending time with his granddaughter. He's the one who went down to the dreaded DMV after her 15th birthday (even after getting pulled over by the police for expired licence plates) and got her learner's permit and started teaching her how to drive. Despite being 'half dumbass', she passed the first time.

"Oh, Leia. I'm so sorry," no matter how much he hated Leia's now ex-fiancé, he knew she loved him. And the fact he was willing (almost happy) to tear her away from her family and friends, seemed to have pulled the veil away from her eyes.

There was thudding coming from the corridor, followed by repeated knocks.

"Leia! Please, just listen to me! I know we can work our way through this!" The asshole was trying to make Leia see his 'sense'.

Not on Jay's watch!

He got up from where he was and sat on the floor with Leia, ignoring her please for a moment and threw open the door. Leia's ex came face to sternum with Jay (who had a shocking growth spurt and stood well over a head above Leia).

"There's no way in hell, Leia would ever go back to you. Not if it's the last thing I do."

"Jay, just let me speak to him," Leia had come up behind him. When she stood next to Little Kelso, she came just above his heart.

Jay let out a deep breath, as Leia came around him, staring up at her ex-fiancé with a look Jay didn't recognise - but the sly smirk on his face made him bristle. He thought Leia was going to take the asshole back until-

Thwack!

Leia punched her ex square in the face. "I never want to see you again."

Through Gwen, it was determined Leia would get the non-refundable honeymoon to the Maldives.

Gwen also suggested that Leia take Jay with her.

Unsurprisingly to either the gang or Leia's family, Jay and Leia had gotten back together.

And this time, it would stick.

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Wabi sabi life

Photo by Sakagura London.

I've been thinking about the Japanese practice of kintsugi as seen in ceramics, as well as the sashiko mending technique in clothing. Kintsugi encompasses the concept of wabi sabi. Wabi-sabi is the view or thought of finding beauty in every aspect of imperfection in nature. It is about the aesthetic of things in existence, that are “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete."

Is this not something that we can apply to humans in all our imperfections, psychic wounds new or old, bodies easing into "vintage" years? I read something on a Japanese website that translated the concept in an accessible way that really made me think of how wabi sabi could apply to us, especially as older women. To quote:

Wabi sabi is a beautiful way to describe what is natural and pure and to acknowledge the beauty of any substance or being in its most natural and raw form. It eliminates the rather Westernized concept of artificial beauty and idolizing a state of perfection that is seemingly unachievable and unnatural. The western world has made the concept of beauty into something that is becoming more and more refined as well as more and more unachievable with each passing day and it distorts the idea of natural beauty and accepting the flaws of existence, however, on the contrary, the Japanese belief and concept of wabi-sabi embraces just that and allows the people to be more accepting and open to embracing the beauty of flaws and rawness. Source: https://www.kyoto-ryokan-sakura.com/archives/191

I can't be the only person who scrolls social media and is dismayed by the ubiquity of certain types of selfies. There is a depressing sameness of makeup, hair, expressions, poses. A famous actress once said that adolescence was the time of life when young people had to prove their individuality by looking exactly like everyone else. And that's what social media has become. Extended adolescence on a worldwide scale. Even influencers targeting a mature crowd seem to have fallen into the look alike/dress alike mold. Style blogs that are supported by retail outlets spotlight similar fashions, and while some might link to different size ranges, few share resources that help women understand their shapes or unique natural coloring, leading to a different type of clone wars.

As the Japanese point out, in the West our idea of beauty is something that is so airbrushed and Photoshopped into perfection that it's often unrealistic. A friend and I recently had lunch then stopped in a local IG hotspot to shop and get a couple of snapshots. A nice bystander took a few photos of us, but I was dismayed to see the unfiltered evidence of my current age. I look old, was all that I could sputter. As my friend pointed out, I'm pretty good with editing software and apps, so after a little tweaking, I uploaded the best shot later. But that reflex has nagged at me a little. I don't like looking older, but it's my reality. I am 64, although I could pass for late 40s on a good day.

In the Western Hemisphere, as well as the U.K., the idea that youth is best reigns. When I was in my 20s, I learned that once you hit 30 you were considered over the hill in Brazil. Maybe this idea came from ancient Greece. During the Classical period, idealized sculptures had perfect proportions, but also illustrated the Greek's belief that people peaked at about the age of 18 or so. Even a sculpture of Zeus, king of the gods, might have depicted him as an older man with flowing hair and beard, but Zeus still rocked a body that would make Arnold envious. Over millennia canonical artists have continued to use youthful models. However, the two years of art school that included life drawing classes with nude models ranging from fit and young to older and soft taught me to look differently at bodies.

Model mama, art school, 2002.

For whatever reason, I had an easier time drawing bodies that had a surplus of "fluff" on them. Students weren't supposed to have contact with our models, but our class threw a shower for one. She had taken a maternity leave and on her return, still obviously hadn't lost any of the baby weight, but it didn't matter. Her Rubenesque curves were a delight to try and capture on my drawing board. Unlike some of the young guys in my classes, for me there was nothing sexual about drawing an unclothed body. I saw light, shadow, lines, curves, textures. It takes a certain kind of bravery, and maybe some healthy vanity, to model nude for a studio full of strangers four days a week at universities and art schools around the county to earn enough to live on. This woman gave no fucks that she was considered large in that pre-body-positivity era. Her body had functioned beautifully as it was meant to. She brought a healthy baby into the world. The abundant curves of her abdomen and hips were certainly evidence of their recent use, and she was still breast feeding - again her body was functioning as nature meant. What society might consider imperfect served not only her child, but also students looking to refine their technique in depicting the human form.

We all have some type of imperfection whether visible or invisible. Childhood wounds to the psyche aren't always apparent, although the effect of physical wounds remain visible or physiological in limps or twinges. Our culture pushes near perfection via magazines, films, television programs, and online influencers who seem to want to sell us something that will bring us closer to that elusive goal.

I have another friend who is fond of saying that we already have all we need inside us. While meditating this morning, that thought drifted into my consciousness. I was focusing on wholeness and trust - self trust to be exact. I've made so many mistakes at this point that they could be used as examples on how NOT to live. But I'm ok, and I do have all that I need externally. I have a job and good friends. My home isn't the fanciest, but I have a comfortable place to lay my head at night, there is food in the pantry, and there's good reading and music at hand. Experience has been a tough teacher, but instead of being broken my body has mended the external damage, and the practice of meditating and journaling has helped to salve the emotional wounds.

As those thoughts came to me after I finished meditating, the concept of wabi sabi surfaced. Beautiful imperfection. The kintsugi technique is the repair of shattered pottery and then using gold leaf to highlight the lines where the vessel had come back together. The jagged lines aren't seen as flaws, but as something to be cherished and the gold makes a treasure of the piece. Sashiko mending involves using decorative stitches to patch or darn a spot on a garment that is fraying or has developed holes. The technique has come into fashion in the West with people becoming more conscious of sustainable clothing. Rather than disposing of a worn garment, repair it and add a personal touch that is a thing of beauty in and of itself. I tried sashiko on the elbow of a much loved topper that I was wearing at work every day. The technique salvaged the piece and kept it out of the recycle bin.

Sashiko source: https://perennialstl.org/event/boro-sashiko-mending/

After a pretty traumatic road accident the same elbow on my body had to be stitched back together, along with some other spots. The stitches didn't quite heal right, and 12 years later, the scars are still there on my arm. Maybe they're my personal kintsugi, although it's not possible to apply gold leaf. The scars are evidence that I am still here, still functioning - got motion back - and I'm still useful. I'm broken but unbowed.

I believe that anyone who has made it this far is going to have some internal or external damage; it's natural. Life is not perfection; life is messy and if we just accept that we can't control everything, it's a bit easier to accept the occasional mess and imperfections. While I certainly have things I'm still working on, things that are in my sphere of control, the rest is what it is. Like the kintsugi vessel, my scars are golden. If you've read this far, yours are as well...

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Tulsi Gabbard Husband Age Height Net Worth Ethnicity

Tulsi Gabbard born on April 12, 1981 is a renowned American politician. She served as a representative for eight years, from 2013 to 2021. Tulsi boldly contested the U.S. presidential election and made the world turn to her. Thus, she has become a global icon. That's why we are here with the article, which discusses the biography and much unknown information about the former Democratic Party representative.

Who is Tulsi Gabbard?

Tulsi Gabbard is a popular American politician who served as a representative for eight years, from 2013 to 2021. And in 2020, she will have contested the presidential elections, but she couldn't pass through the last phase. Still, everyone has praised the boldness of Tulsi for her bold decisions. In 2012, she became the first Hindu American to become a U.S. representative. In addition to that, Tulsi is also a U.S. Army reserve officer who has been serving her mother country for more than two decades, and now she has been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Thus, this politician and army person is now partnered with the FOX News channel as a guest speaker. We hope Tulsi will also emerge as a great television personality.

Tulsi Gabbard Biography

Full nameTulsi GabbardProfessionPoliticianPolitical partyIndependent (2022–present)Other political partyDemocratic (until 2022)Years active (in office)January 3, 2013 – January 3, 2021ResidenceHonolulu, HawaiiEducationLeeward Community College Hawaii Pacific University (BS)Military service2003 – presentMilitary rankLieutenant ColonelAge43GenderFemaleDate of birthApril 12, 1981Marital statusMarriedSpouseAbraham Williams (2015 – present) Eduardo Tamayo (2002 – 2006)NationalityAmericanParentsCarol Porter Gabbard (mother) Mike Gabbard (father) What Happened to Tulsi Gabbard?

Tulsi Gabbard is a former Democratic Party supporter. She even supported Joe Biden during the presidential elections, but things became sour between Democratic Party workers and Tulsi. Thus, in October 2022, She decided to walk away from the Democratic team. Stating the reason on one YouTube channel, and here are her reasons for it, I can no longer remain in today's Democratic Party. It's now under the complete control of an elitist cabal of warmongers driven by cowardly wokeness, who divide us by racializing every issue and stoking anti-white racism, and who actively work to undermine our God-given freedoms enshrined in our Constitution. Her reasons made her stay out of the Democratic Party, and no big incidents have happened to Tulsi to make her make this decision.

Early Life of Tulsi Gabbard

Tulsi Gabbard was born on April 12, 1981, in Leloaloa, Maoptasi County, on American Samoa's main island of Tutuila. Her early childhood days were well spent with her four siblings. Tulsi has three brothers and an older sister, and she is the fourth kid born to Mike Gabbard and Carol Porter. Her siblings' names are Narayan, Jai, Bhakti, and Vrindavan. Her father is a former state senator from the Hawaii region who supports the Democratic Party and runs a food business named Toffee Pleasures. Born into a politician and businessman family, Tulsi was raised with all fortune and riches. Even though she was home-schooled during her school days, Tulsi Gabbard Age

Tulsi Gabbard is 43 years old as of 2023 because she was born on April 12, 1981. Throughout her long career, she has served her country and still looking for it. Tulsi Gabbard Height

Tulsi Gabbard is about 5 feet 6 inches, 168 cm, or 1.68 meters, and weighs about 60 kg or 132 lbs. She maintains that a political person's charisma is great. The way she dresses and carries herself is also phenomenal. Tulsi Gabbard Ethnicity

Tulsi Gabbard is of a multicultural ethnicity her ethnic roots are spread across many countries. Her father, Mike, is of Samoan and European ancestry, and her mother is of German descent, but she follows Hinduism. Thus, Tulsi is German by descent, but she was born in the USA, so she is a U.S. citizen, and most people have this confusion that belongs to India due to her Sanskrit name. But this is a big no. Tulsi is nowhere related to India; her mother follows Hinduism, so she named her children in those rituals and not more than that. What Ethnicity is Tulsi Gabbard's Husband? Abraham Williams is an American Christian cinematographer, photographer, editor, and colorist.

Who is Tulsi Gabbard Dating?

Tulsi Gabbard is not currently dating anyone because she married a cinematographer named Abraham Williams in 2015. All she has is a loving husband, not a boyfriend. When did Tulsi Gabbard get Married?

Tulsi Gabbard was married in 2015 to a cinematographer and educator, Abraham Williams. He was the son of her Honolulu office manager. And their marriage was conducted as per Hindu Vedic customs and rituals. Tulsi Gabbard Husband

Tulsi Gabbard's husband's name is Abraham Williams, and the pair got married in 2015 and have been leading a happy and successful marriage since then. And Tulsi's husband is a cinematographer who has worked in movies like White Guys: P.I., Lahi, The Ace, God for Broke, and Anton Chekhov's The Proposal. And before marrying Abraham, Tulsi married another person named Eduardo Tamayo. The pair got married in 2002 and divorced in 2006. Thus, Eduardo Tamayo is the ex-husband of Tulsi. Tulsi Gabbard and Abraham Williams

Tulsi and Abraham shared a very beautiful bond; they met while surfing. Their friendship developed into love. Both of them were avid activity lovers, so surfing and hiking were their favorite activities. And even Abraham proposed to Tulsi at the center of the sea while they were rowing on the boat.

Tulsi Gabbard Kids

Tulsi Gabbard doesn't have any kids. Even though she was married twice, Tulsi didn't expect any kids in her marriage life.

Tulsi Gabbard Hair

Tulsi Gabbard has different hair because some strands will be grey in the front, and she will proudly embrace it. There is a story behind her grey color. That one spot of hair became grey when she was deployed in the military services in the Iraq region, mostly it will be a war zone, and she keeps it as real as the remembrance of the people who lost in the war. Here is Tulsi's statement regarding her grey hair. "I started going grey in that spot during and after my first deployment to Iraq. And so, I keep it as a remembrance of those we lost there, the cost of war, and why we fight so hard for peace. "No, I'm not going to fix ," she added. "If you mean dye, no, I'm not going to dye it."

Awards and Honors

Gabbard has received numerous awards and accolades for her political work. - Gabbard received the John F. Kennedy New Frontier Award in 2013 at a ceremony at Harvard's John F. Kennedy School of Government's Institute of Politics for her work on veterans' issues. - Gabbard was honored by Elle magazine at the Italian Embassy in the United States as part of its annual "Women in Washington Power List" in 2014. - In 2015, she received the National Association of Counties' County Alumni Award for her "steadfast commitment to the nation's counties." - Gabbard was also honored by the National Parks Conservation Association with the Friend of the National Parks Award that year. - Gabbard received the Ho'ola Na Pua Advocacy Award for "her dedication to serving and empowering human trafficking survivors in Hawaii" at the 2018 Pearl Gala.

Tulsi Gabbard Career

Tulsi Gabbard began her political career by serving in the Hawaii House of Representatives from 2002 to 2004. At the age of 21, she became Hawaii's youngest legislator ever elected. Gabbard's military career began in 2003, when she joined the Hawaii Army National Guard. She volunteered for deployment to Iraq from 2004 to 2005 and served in Kuwait from 2008 to 2009. Gabbard became a staunch supporter of veterans' rights after leaving the military. In 2012, she was elected to the United States House of Representatives, where she represented Hawaii's second congressional district. During her tenure, Gabbard prioritized climate change, healthcare, and criminal justice reform. She was also a member of the Armed Services and Foreign Affairs Committee.

Tulsi Gabbard Net Worth

Tulsi Gabbard is estimated to be worth around $500,000 as of 2024. She is an American politician and a lieutenant colonel, earning a very good salary as a public servant. Recently, Tulsi bought a house southwest of Oklahoma City and another house in Washington, D.C., worth $600,000 by taking the loan veteran affairs program. Presently, she has also started appearing on T.V. news channels, so her net worth will also increase in the upcoming years. Net Worth$30 MillionAssets$14 MillionLiabilities & Loans$3 MillionFox News Salary$2 MillionInvestments$16 MillionBusiness Income$500,000Family Inheritance$10 Million

Tulsi Gabbard: US House, Tenure, Committees, Caucus Membership

Tulsi was elected to the United States House of Representatives in Hawaii and District 2 in 2012, becoming the first Samoan-American to vote and the first Hindu to serve in Congress. During her first term, she introduced the Helping Heroes Fly Act, which improved airport security for severely wounded veterans, as well as the House version of the Military Justice Improvement Act. Gabbard defeated a Libertarian candidate in the second term elections and passed legislation awarding the Congressional Gold Medal to Filipinos and Filipino American Veterans who fought in WWII. President Barack Obama approved and signed the bill. She also proposed Talia's Law, which aimed to prevent child abuse and neglect on military bases. Committee Assignments - Committees for Homeland Security - Armed Forces, - Foreign Affairs - Financial Services Caucus Membership - Congressional Progressive Caucus - Congressional Asian-Pacific American Caucus - Congressional NextGen 9-1-1. Caucus - The Medicare for All Caucus - US-Japan Caucus How Does Tulsi Gabbard Make a Living? Tulsi Gabbard is a U.S. politician, and last year she was promoted to lieutenant colonel in the military. In addition to that, she has been appointed as the guest speaker on Fox News shows like Tucker Carlson Tonight, The Five, and The Ingraham Angle. She also runs a podcast program called This is so she makes a very decent and successful living. What Is Tulsi Gabbard Doing Now in 2024? Tulsi Gabbard is currently working as a lieutenant colonel in the U.S. military services, and last year, Tulsi stepped out of the Democratic Party. She has yet to make any decisions in her political career. So let's wait for it!

Who defeated Tulsi Gabbard?

Democratic state Sen. Kai Kahele succeeded Tulsi Gabbard. Since her office was vacated, Kahele contested for reelection and won the seat in 2020. That was when Tulsi ran for presidential candidate elections and vacated her representative position. Was Tulsi Gabbard a Pilot in the Military? No, Tulsi Gabbard was deployed in the army as a medical officer in the 29th Infantry Brigade Combat Team. Then she was commissioned as a second lieutenant. In the year 2015, Tulsi was promoted from captain to major. Then, in the year 2021, she was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel.

Tulsi Gabbard Political Views

Tulsi Gabbard's political views are based on the welfare of the people. She expects her political party to work for the people of the U.S. During her presidential election, Tulsi focused on foreign affairs and non-alignment with other countries. She is also the person who criticized Obama's political views, while at the same time she endorsed Joe Biden. So, Tulsi political views seemed to be working for the people of the USA. Why has Tulsi Gabbard Retired? Tulsi Gabbard wasn't retired from her political journey; she came out of the Democratic Party. There are chances that Tulsi may again come back powerfully to politics, but until then, she is serving her nation.

Conclusion

Thus, we have seen many more interesting and exciting details about American politician Tulsi Gabbard. If any readers want to share further facts or updates, the comment section is all yours, but it should be written politely and respectfully. One politician cannot satisfy the needs of an entire nation, right? Must Check Out: Kayla Nicole Jones Biography Q1. When is Tulsi Gabbard birthday?Ans. Tulsi Gabbard birthday is celebrated on April 12, 1981. Q2. What is the height and weight of Tulsi Gabbard?Ans. Tulsi Gabbard height is 5 feet 6 inches and weight 60 KG. Q3. Who is Tulsi Gabbard's husband?Ans. Tulsi Gabbard husband name is Abraham Williams.Q4. How old is she?Ans. She is 43 years old. Also Read: - Ruby Drew Biography, Age, Height, Wiki, Net Worth, Boyfriend - Lil Kim Young Photos- see her transformation - Erzabel (Model) Bio Wiki Age Height Boyfriend Net Worth Read the full article

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Escape To The Country’s Sonali Shah poses with very-rarely seen young daughter in sweet snap - Journal Important Web - BLOGGER https://www.merchant-business.com/escape-to-the-countrys-sonali-shah-poses-with-very-rarely-seen-young-daughter-in-sweet-snap/?feed_id=178553&_unique_id=66cc63c2a65e9 Sonali Shah, a well-known face on our screens, has presented shows like Newsround and Escape to the Country. But when the cameras stop rolling, Sonali leads an intriguing life, from her private family life to penning children’s books and showcasing an impressive talent.The BBC presenter, 44, is happily married to Adarsh Shah and they have two children, Ariana and Rafi, born in 2013 and 2016 respectively. The family, who reside in London, keep their personal life private, but Sonali has shared a few glimpses, including an adorable newborn photo of Ariana on Instagram to mark International Daughters Day in 2020. The TV presenter shared an adorable snap with her rarely-seen daughter back in 2020 for International Daughters Day (Image: Instagram/Sonali Shah)She captioned the photo: “I took this photo almost 7 years ago… Ariana used to sleep on my shoulder… now she rests her head on my shoulder when she stands so tall next to little ol’ me. My mum is right, there’s nothing quite like having a daughter.”In an interview with Baby Magazine, Sonali described motherhood as a “rollercoaster”, saying: “I know it’s a cliche expression but life as a mum is the ultimate rollercoaster especially because I’m a working mum.”She spoke about the chaos of getting ready for work and the precious moments she gets to relax and appreciate her life. Sonali also spoke to the Express about her wedding day, revealing she wore two dresses, which she designed herself during a two-week trip to Mumbai. The TV presenter keeps her family life away from the spotlight (Image: Instagram/Sonali Shah)Sign up to OK!’s daily newsletter to get updates sent to your inbox for freeShe said: “I spent two weeks in Mumbai and designed them myself. Saris are the closest things I have to couture.”Sonali grew up in Edgware, London and was raised by her parents who migrated from India, along with her younger brother Amal. She attended Longfield First and Middle School, followed by Whitmore High School in Harrow.She later pursued broadcast journalism at Nottingham Trent University. After completing her degree, she joined the BBC World Service as a producer in 2002 and started presenting on The World Today and World Business Report. Since then, she’s hosted numerous shows like Sportsround, BBC’s coverage of the 2011 Cricket World Cup, Commonwealth Games and BBC One’s British Olympic Dreams. From her time on TV, Sonali has made a host of celebrity friends including Strictly Come Dancing stars Janette Manrara and Aljaz Skorjanec, along with Nicki Chapman, the late Jonnie Irwin and Jules Hudson. Sonali with Strictly Come Dancing stars Janette Manrara and Aljaž Škorjanec (Image: Instagram/Sonali Shah) Sonali Shah, Nicki Chapman, Jonnie Irwin and Jules Hudson in 2023 (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images)But there’s more to Sonali than just presenting – she’s also a dancer, having trained for over a decade. The 44 year old specialises in street dance, Indian classical and Indian folk dance.The Newsround presenter is certainly a talented dancer as she performed to Outkast’s Hey Ya! on BBC’s Let’s Dance for Comic Relief. Although she didn’t make it to the final with co-presenter Ore Oduba, she still enjoys dancing and occasionally shares her moves on Instagram.In addition to her presenting work, Sonali has also written a children’s book. Taking to social media with a burst of excitement, she shared: “Popped into @waterstonestrafsq over the weekend to see if #TheBestDiwaliEver is actually IRL bookshops…I had to see it to actually believe it…was a proper pinch me moment..” Sonali danced to ‘Hey Ya!’ by Outkast with Ore Oduba for BBC’s Let’s Dance for Comic Relief (Image: Guy Levy/BBC/PA Wire)She couldn’t contain her joy as she announced: “I HAVE WRITTEN A BOOK AND IT’S IN AN ACTUAL BOOKSHOP.

” Her debut, titled The Best Diwali Ever, spins the tale of a girl on a mission to win the rangoli competition and have the most fabulous Diwali celebration.Story SavedYou can find this story in  My Bookmarks.Or by navigating to the user icon in the top right.“Sonali Shah is a familiar face on our screens, having presented Newsround and Escape to the Country, but away from TV spends time with her husband and two children…” http://109.70.148.72/~merchant29/6network/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/g3672e6b85e1aa16dc24b98701aa9cabb2990840dba5fa60b39949e263590d10ee7ecde75202704ce5ec6f8337c96cf2910e.jpeg Escape To The Country’s Sonali Shah poses with very-rarely seen young daughter in sweet snap - Journal Important Web - #GLOBAL BLOGGER - #GLOBAL

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Medium, Sweet, Extra Shot of Geek by R. Cooper

Read time: 1 Day Rating: 3/5 Stars

The Quote: Tommy was using his intense voice, the one he used on the phone and when he felt the need to stress how frightening Daleks and weeping angels were. — Tavio

Warnings: From Cooper herself "Mention of DADT, Adjustment to life outside the military"

This is a bad review written a year after I read it initially with notes and highlights as a guide. It was used as a quick story to serve my commute at a time when I was reading a lot and not having time to review. Medium, Sweet, Extra Shot of Geek is a well-executed, simple getting-together plot.

I adore these two protagonists. Tommy and Tavio are a smart seemingly opposite atttracts pairing. I like former soldier Tavio as a representation of the stoic. He is highly intelligent but just not quite ready for our world yet. Tommy is all kinds of surgery madness. He feels like a child perpetually hyped up on sugar. Tommy has a daughter, 9-year-old Kaylee, her mother is Savannah. There is no cheating, Kaylee was an alcohol-driven high school accident between best friends who remain best friends as well as co-parents. Kaylee and Savannah are fantastic. Kaylee in particular is cute as hell. There is a soft queer storyline beyond the obvious sexualities if you want to see it. I was surprised and pleased to see DADT running through both Tommy and Tavio's lives.

Some quotes and a comment.

Looking at the years in play for Kaylee. Kaylee is 9, Medium, Sweet, Extra Shot of Geek was published in 2013, Firefly was released in 2002-3, 10 years earlier. It is almost a given that the super, super geeky Tommy named his beloved daughter after Kaylee, a character who represents so much of what you would want your daughter to be. Seemingly most of her nicknames are equally geeky and several of them are equally strong characters.

 “Of course, I’m still going to see it. That’s what real fans do. Watch it and love it and tear it to pieces online—with lots of crying and mutual masturbation. First, you have to talk about the old versions to show how cool you are and how long you’ve been a fan. Then someone else gets to do it, so you can see whose nerd hard-on is bigger. Then, with the pleasantries out of the way, you can admit that you liked the new version even if it sucks. Geeks have rules about this sort of thing. Though some jerks never get to the fun part and just keep complaining and causing trouble. A lot of people are like that. I don’t get it. It’s more fun to enjoy things together than to jack off alone—metaphorically.” — This is so early in the novella but it made me laugh. It is a brilliant introduction to Tommy's geekiness and personality. At best guess given publishing dates, he's referring to Star Trek Into Darkness. As far as I can tell the novella isn't set in a previous time frame. (Tommy)

He never shut up and got excited about ordinary things like kids got excited for Christmas. Which was how he acted—like every day was Christmas—and how he looked at Tavio—like Tavio was something he wanted waiting for him under a tree. — I appreciate good descriptive passages. If you have met someone like this you know it. (Tavio)

“Thank you, Tavio. You are the best. The dark and broody highlight of my mornings. The bringer of caffeine and life-giving sugar.” — Am I the only one who has felt like actually saying this to the person you buy coffee from? This or something very similar. (Tommy)

“Kaylee Sugar Pop Pumpkin Pie River Song O’Shaughnessy Harper, do not talk like that—around your grandma, at least. She always blames me. Like when you wanted to be Jayne from Firefly for Halloween. Somehow that was my fault. It was a plastic knife.” — What Kaylee says is "They don't completely suck.". But I can only imagine a little girl like her dressed as Jayne. Oh and a horrified grandparent when they see what their beloved granddaughter is dressed as. (Tommy)

Okay, so I want to share a passage that I found really interesting. I'm not actually sure what R. Cooper meant by this, it isn't really explored. "“No.” It had been all Tavio had been able to say. If people had known about him—and he assumed they had, because no one could remember to switch pronouns all the time, even someone who barely spoke—they had never reported him. But they could have, anyone could have, true or not, and he would have been out. Disgraced and dishonored, without anything to show for his service except the knowledge that his family—his mother—would find out in the worst way possible the thing he had never intended for them to know." (Tavio). This is Tavio's response to “Like getting booted for having the wrong lifestyle for the Army. That’s no fun.”. Does this read as Tavio being trans to anyone else? It's never mentioned. It just feels like an odd thing to include and not do anything with. I don't know it just feels off to me.

3⭐ only because while I appreciate how the ending fits the tone of the book and the story they tell... I wish it was just a little longer. I wish we got to see them on a proper date. I wish we got to see more of Kaylee and Tavio. I wish we got more of Suzannah and Tavio (or Tommy and Suzannah) because they are great together.

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— WHO IS PARK AHYOUNG?

she’s a TWENTY year old wannabe, born DECEMBER 9, 2002. she’s currently undecided regarding companies and lives by the words “you cannot kill me in a way that matters.”

maybe you should learn more or ask her a question.

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the chair outside the principal's office is comfortable. ahyoung thinks they should probably do something about that, if they want her to sit here less. they could learn something from the bleachers in the gym that always make her ass hurt after about 20 minutes.

instead, she waits, legs crossed, humming the melody of somin's newest song quietly to herself.

eventually, the door opens, and ahyoung flashes a smile to a man with a disappointed expression that may very well rival her mother's. the amount of times she's seen it might rival the amount of times she's seen her mother, too. (not really.)

"principal fisher," she greets him, far more pleasantly than she should, considering the situation.

"annabelle park," he grumbles in return, and ahyoung's smile evaporates, replaced with a scowl.

"if you want me to quit calling you that then maybe you should considering following the rules so you quit ending up here," he suggests.

"maybe if you call me amy i'll quit coming because i won't have to remind you anymore," she argues.

principal fisher lets out a long sigh, ushers her into his office, and motions to the chair wordlessly. they both know ahyoung knows what to do.

as soon as he sits down, he looks her straight in the eyes and says, "do you want to get expelled?"

ahyoung knows it's a rhetorical question. honestly, she doesn't even know the answer, if principal fisher did expect one. she doesn't really know what the fuck she would do if she couldn't go to school anymore, but at the same time, there's a ton of stuff that has to be better than this. maybe she can make a living waiting tables, and keep working on music until a label signs her and she can make some money that way. then she'll make it big and nobody will give a shit whether she finished high school or not. or maybe she'll just be a stripper. who knows? wouldn't finding out be kind of fun? to find out how disappointing she's truly capable of being?

"what are my charges?" she asks, with the slightest quirk of her lips.

principal fisher sighs again. "continual breaking of the dress code. smoking on school grounds. possession of alcohol. smashing shelby king's face into her desk?"

"i didn't do that."

"there were eight witnesses, annabelle!"

she shrugs. worth a try.

"i honestly don't know what to do anymore. you clearly don't care about your education, your future, this institution, or any of your classmates. you don't treat anyone with any respect, you lie for fun, your work ethic is abysmal. what will it take for this behavior to change?"

fair question. she just shrugs again.

she's always been like this. her mom has been making her go to therapy, but she just lies to her therapist until their session is over. she has a feeling her therapist knows, but she hasn't found a way to force her to tell the truth. ahyoung doubts she even cares that much. at least she's getting paid, right?

they're all just doing it because it's their job. principal fisher, too. none of them actually care about her life and future. she's sure they'd all love to get rid of her, actually. that's nothing new to her, either. might as well make sure they remember her before she goes.

"this is your final warning. you're being suspended for a week. i'll call your mother to come pick you up."

"i got my license, actually, so you don't have to waste your time––"

"i'm calling your mother to come pick you up."

ahyoung sighs. whatever. she hopes her mom cries in the car on their way home this time, too.

he does as promised, and instructs her mom to come meet them at his office, because he clearly doesn't trust ahyoung not to run off and do something he disapproves of if her mom just waits for her in the parking lot.

her mom takes too long to show up, as far as she's concerned, but once she does, ahyoung pops out of her chair.

"i'm so sorry about this, principal fisher, i'm really trying, i hope you know––" her mother says as soon as she sees him.

"week long vacation! let's gooooo," ahyoung cheers, slinking toward the door to the office. "maybe i'll use this time to write a song about you, principal f," she calls over her shoulder, raising one hand in a rock on gesture. she slips through the door and charges down the hallway to the sound of more apologies spilling from her mother's lips.

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TRUE CRIME FEATURE ARTICLE

THE FERAL GIRL: The Unbelievable Story of Dani Crockett

When police carried out a house search in Plant City, Florida in July 2005, after receiving a call from the neighbors who reported seeing a child they have never seen before peek out from the window, they discovered a Danielle Crockett, a little girl who looked five or six years old, stashed away in a dark room. Her two older brothers, mother Michelle Crockett, and her mother's boyfriend lived in the rental house for three years but they kept Danielle to themselves. 

Officer Mark Holste noticed Danielle's family was keeping her in a small, dark room in the rear of a dilapidated house when he first came upon her. She had just a worn-out, moldy mattress to sleep on and weighed barely 46 pounds, almost seven years old. With the exception of a soiled diaper that was clearly unchanged for some time, Holste saw that the small girl was absolutely nude. Her lack of clothing and unkempt appearance, together with the exposed ribs and collarbones, demonstrated the depth of her neglect. 

Danielle's urine-stained mattress was surrounded by used diapers and shattered glass. She was curled up in the dark corner of the room when Holste found her. Her clothing and toys were covered with maggots. 

She was so close to going into a coma that the cops believed she had never had any medical attention and she needed it immediately to survive. 

Because of Danielle's appalling living situation, the police promptly called child abuse detectives. 

Those who came to the rescue in 2005 claimed that the walls, flooring, and inside of the house were all coated in dirt. Every room was infested with cockroaches, and the walls, cabinets, and kitchen equipment were covered with them as well. 

After successfully rescuing Danielle, the police discovered that Department of Children and Family Services investigations had previously taken place at Michelle Crockett's home in 2002. According to reports, Michelle would spend a lot of time drinking with her boyfriend. Danielle's risk was deemed to be "low" after DCFS conducted two trips to their home, but without any attempt to talk with or observe Danielle's welfare. According to Danielle's lawyer, Michelle turned down offers of childcare services. 

By the time Danielle received medical care and returned to almost full health, physicians had examined her and had her checked for any physical or mental disorders that would account for her significant difficulties. It was obvious that she lacked social skills and couldn't effectively communicate. Despite the fact that she exhibited no emotions and made no responses to outside stimuli, doctors rapidly ruled out disorders like autism and cerebral palsy. 

She had a number of psychiatric issues that made rehabilitation extremely challenging, much like other feral kids who had endured extreme neglect and been forbidden any form of social connection. Even after years of therapy and care, her prognosis was uncertain, according to physicians and professionals. 

Danielle was unable to consume solid meals and avoided eye contact. She also had trouble walking and talking properly. Medical experts agreed that she had just not acquired the same skills as kids nurtured in healthy family circumstances. Her growth has been stifled by a lack of exposure to other kids, knowledge, and meaningful connections. 

Danielle would not be able to live a conventional life, at least not right away, according to medical authorities. Because she lacked the abilities to reintegrate into society and couldn't express herself, she was incredibly vulnerable. 

She was put by the courts in a specialized Land O'Lakes group home where professionals could take care of her. She required assistance with cleaning and dressing because she was absolutely incapable of doing either. Danielle began her formal schooling at the age of seven at a special-education institution, thus she too had very specialized educational requirements. 

Nearly a year after her first arrival, those in charge of taking care of Danielle in her group home at Land O'Lakes started to think about placing her for adoption. They believed that because she had made some improvement while living in the facility, living with a family in a warm house may help her grow and lead a more typical life. 

Danielle was 8 years old when Bernie and Diane Lierow welcomed her into their family in 2007. The couple already had a 9-year-old and four adult sons from prior marriages, but they had long desired a girl. They changed her name to Dani to signify that it was a new start for her. 

Health experts discovered Danielle's IQ was 50 when they initially assessed her in 2005 but she finally made significant strides after three years. She was still unable to speak, but she made remarkable progress in her capacity to communicate in other ways. When Danielle was thirsty or wanted to go to the restroom, she could communicate that. She also discovered that it's rude to steal food from others' plates. 

She also made social improvement, learned to establish eye contact, and trained herself to use the toilet. Caretakers observed Danielle grow in her new, healthy environment away from the Crockett household as she learned cognitive and behavioral abilities. 

Two felony counts of child neglect were brought against Michelle Crockett. As a part of a plea agreement, she agreed to give up her parental rights in exchange for a two-year house arrest and probation. Despite the neglect Dani experienced, Michelle never spent a day behind bars. 

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◔ ┈ LOADING … TRAINEE PROFILE INITIATED !

KIM YUBIN ( READ MORE HERE )

AGE 21 ( 1 APRIL 2002 )

TRAINED FOR 2 YEAR 1 MONTH ( SIGNED JULY 2021 )

              INTRODUCTION VIDEO FOUND … PRESS PLAY ?

the camera flickers on to a young man standing rigidly, smack dab before the viewfinder. his arms are glued to his side, his expression solemn; it's difficult to anticipate what he's about to say, let alone do. he's dressed like any ordinary university student mid-finals, and though his make-up is meticulously done (and with the help of others with more graceful hands), look a little too closely and it isn't hard to spot the dark circles concealed behind thick glasses. a moment of silence passes, and then he clears his throat. "hellooooo... my name is kim yubin," he begins, his tone even, undeterred by the whirring of the camera. in smooth, fluid english, he adds: "or you can call me jamie, too." and back in korean, expression still neutral, though there's a twitch at the corner of his lips and a twinkle in his eye: "i respond to most things shouted in my direction." his gaze flickers to someone behind the camera. an unspoken conversation. "i thought for a long while about what i could do to introduce myself," he explains, as he slowly procures a... calculator? from his back pocket? "i'm an aspiring idol who's still dipping his toes in a little bit of everything. it's hard to choose just one thing to show off—uh, well, maybe not show off... i want to make sure i leave a lasting impression while giving you ample information about me, as a person, so i decided to combine the best of both worlds. trainee yubin, who is still learning and still growing, and kim yubin, who is a handsome, hard-working, charming, funny, kind-hearted university student who also happens to be pretty good at math..." an unfamiliar, almost old-school beat starts to play. his posture shifts, and the calculator's now pressed to his ear like a... like a cellphone? ( inspo here! ) "so anyway, to end this introduction, here's a song about prime numbers—"

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Jaya Kelly: Exploring the Journey of R Kelly’s Transgender Child

Jaya Kelly is a 23-year-old American singer who gained popularity for being the daughter of R.Kelly, a famous American R&B singer. In 2014, Jaya publicly announced that she is a transgender male. In this article, we will tell you everything about Jaya Kelly, from her personal life to her gender reassignment. Stay tuned to uncover the truth behind her journey and experiences.

The Story of Jaya Kelly: R. Kelly’s Transgender Child

Jaya Lee Kelly, born in 2000 in the United States, is the child of American choreographer Andrea Kelly and singer R. Kelly. Jaya’s parents have African American roots and are United States nationals.

From an early age, Jaya identified as male despite being assigned female at birth. In 2014, he had the courage to come out as a transgender male. Jaya’s mother, Andrea, stood by him with unwavering support, doing everything she could to help him navigate this new chapter in his life. Sadly, his father held a different stance and was not accepting of Jaya’s identity.

Growing up, Jaya faced the challenge of bullying from his peers due to his choice to dress in boys’ clothing. However, he persevered and continued to embrace his true self. Jaya’s journey led him to complete his transition, and he now lives authentically as a transgender male.

Jaya Kelly: Siblings

Jaya Kelly, born in the United States, has two siblings. His sister, JoAnn Kelly, was born in 1998 and is a singer known by the stage name Buku Ab. Jaya also has a younger brother named Robert Kelly Jr., born in 2002, who is a basketball player.

During high school, Jaya attended a local school where he discovered his love for music. He started practicing and honing his musical skills. Instead of pursuing higher education, Jaya made the decision to fully dedicate himself to his passion for music.

Jaya Kelly’s Father: R. Kelly’s Musical Career and Legal Troubles

Jaya Kelly’s father, Robert Sylvester Kelly, is a well-known R&B singer, songwriter, and record producer. He gained immense success in the music industry, selling over 75 million records worldwide. R. Kelly is considered the most commercially successful male artist in R&B and is recognized as one of the world’s top-selling musicians.

However, R. Kelly’s fame was overshadowed by serious legal issues. He has been convicted for racketeering and sex offenses, facing multiple allegations of sexual abuse. These allegations led to numerous criminal trials and civil lawsuits against him. In 2022, R. Kelly was sentenced to 30 years in jail after being found guilty of eight counts of sex trafficking and one count of racketeering in a New York court.

In addition to the New York trial, R. Kelly also faced a second federal trial in Chicago, where he was convicted of child sexual abuse. Currently, he is serving his sentence as an inmate at Butner Federal Prison located in North Carolina…Read More

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#865 A Perfect Dress Assemble 😁

In 23 plus years of IT career, if I am asked a moment which made me smile or even laugh , then it has to be the day of The Perfect Dress Assemble.

Year 2002. Period: mid may summer . Mood : upbeat though life could have been better. From 1999 to 2002 i had my fair share of struggles due to recession, bad luck and my careless attitude . My career was still not stable as i expected to be working in a far better company in a much better role. I had squandered 2 chances in Infosys in last 3 years. Mid may 2002 offered me my 3rd chance. Recession had ended and companies were hiring back which was good news. In a hot Saturday morning, i was invited for a test by Infosys in famous st Joseph school near mallya hospital. I didnt have happy memories of that school as i had written quite a few tests in that school for various companies with no good result . Considering it was a Saturday, i didn't even bother to wear formal dress. I was in casual jeans and t shirt combo with ultra comfortable hawaii slippers on.

Test commenced at 10 am which lasted for 60 minutes. I knew the pattern and did pretty well. Results were supposed to be announced by 2pm. I had a good lunch in Kamat hotel near by. Results were put on school notice board in typical old school corporate type. Atleast 900 of them had attended test. I had to wait for my turn to look for my result. I was not surprised that i had got through test but was shocked to know that interview would be conducted in koramangala Infosys office at 4pm. In most occasions, companies conduct interviews a day later but not on that day. It was already close to 2:30 pm. I looked at my dress and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. Guy next to me pulled my leg citing that i would be first guy to attend Infosys interview in a hawaii slipper. I went to a local pco and called up mom. I just had 200 rs in my pocket. So no chance to buy a new dress. Mom suggested me to go to Nalini aunts house. I never drove a scooter beyond 60 kmph . For the first time i had to go in excess of 90. I knocked door of Nalini aunts house. She was not there. Her son and my cousin Anuj gave me a welcome handshake. He asked me why i was sweating so much. I told him my hawaii slipper wala story and he couldn't control his laughter. His grandmother Sandhya doddamma was there too listening curiously. I needed a formal dress set , a file and a copy of my resume. Both took me inside to check which dress would fit in. I tried shirts and pants of trimurti brothers Ajay , Anup and Anuj . It was like fashion show. Again, I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. I managed to fit into shirt of Ajay , tie of Anup who was doing his bbm those days and shoes of Anuj. Pants of neither of them fitted me though. I even tried their dad's pants. No luck. Sandhya doddamma then had a plan. She went to her cupboard and got pants of grandfather of Ajay, Anup and Anuj. It was a typical 70s pants. That fit me . I wore shirt of Ajay , tie of Anup , shoes of Anuj and pant of their grandfather. Anuj gave me a spare file which was in his father's table. Anuj and doddamma couldn't help smile after i got into this assembled dress. Anuj gave me directions to Infosys office and stationary shop were i could get my resume printed.

All throughout interview, i had smile on my face thinking about the dress assemble. That made me relax too. I gave the perfect interview which had 2 rounds. I drew back to aunts house who was waiting for me. She offered me some hot snacks. I ate full snacks in 2 minutes flat. Aunt couldn't control her laughter after hearing about the dress assemble. I knew i had finally clicked interview in a good company.

So what makes me smile till date and what made me click a big interview was all due to the perfect dress assemble. Their luck and blessings were all in it i suppose. 3 cheers to my lovely cousins , aunt and doddamma ( rip wherever you are) and 3 cheers to 2002 mid may summer. A day with a perfect dress assemble has to be my most precious day in small IT career. Cheers !!!

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Sherri Shepherd is planning to have a breast reduction this summer ##SherriShepherd

Sherri Shepherd revealed her plans for her summer break on her daytime talk show Sherri - she will be having a breast reduction.Speak with entertainment tonight At Variety's Power of Women Luncheon in Manhattan on Tuesday, the 55-year-old The View graduate said, "I think I'm getting my boobs done. I think I get a little discount because my back is starting to hurt.”Sherri's admission comes just a week after a needle plugged the gap in her dress caused by her ample breasts during the taping of her show."Getting out, you know, during the day it's sometimes too much," she explained. 'Well, before the doors open, Willie said: "It's too much breast!"'But that's not all the Dish Nation graduate has planned for her summer vacation.

Summer plans: Sherri Shepherd revealed her plans for her summer break from her daytime talk show Sherri - she will be undergoing a breast reduction"People keep forgetting I'm an actress," she told the outlet. "Well, yeah, I have an audition for a movie and I'm working on a children's book. And I'm going to be a mother. Jeffrey needs me more before he goes back to school.'The One For the Money actress shares son Jeffrey, nine, with her ex-husband Lamar Sally. And the talk show host spoke to the outlet about her role models, saying, "I would say it was Oprah who showed an equal interest in me lovingly and will speak to me." "Gayle King, who's going to text me? And Robin Roberts, you know, that encouraging news to say, "Hey, you're doing great, or maybe you should switch here." "And you know, when I call them and ask for advice, they're there, and it feels good to know I've got champions behind me," she added.Sherri has the life experience to know that she is very, very lucky at this point in her life. In the early 1990s, she spent eight days behind bars for owing $10,000 in unpaid parking tickets.And she believes her brief stint in prison was a "life lesson" that ultimately set her on the path to success.

Back pain: Speaking to Entertainment Tonight at Tuesday's Variety's Power of Women luncheon in Manhattan, The View alum, 55, said, "I think I'm getting my boobs done. I think I get a little discount because my back is starting to hurt."Yes, I went to jail for not paying for my tickets. At the time, I didn't think it was a good moment to be in jail, but looking back, I've learned to pay all my bills," she said page six Last month."Prison, that was a classroom ... it was a life lesson, and now I pay my bills on time."While she was incarcerated, a fellow inmate also helped Shepherd see her own star potential."One of the girls in prison said, 'Leave Sherri alone because she's going to be someone and we're going to be here for the rest of our lives,' literally she always said that," she recalled.

Role models: And the talk show host spoke to the outlet about her role models, saying, "I would say it was Oprah who has shown the same interest lovingly for me and will be speaking to me."

Her longtime pal: Here she is arm in arm with talk show host Kelly Ripa"Her name was Shelby and she came to both of my weddings when I was stepping out," she revealed."But sometimes people see things in you that you don't see yourself, and when she said those words, 'Sherri will be someone,' I never would have thought that to myself.""So I just knew something was going to happen."And while her big break took some time, Shepherd's tide turned when she landed the role of Sheila Yarborough on the Jamie Foxx show, which ran from 1996-2001.She also starred in other hit shows like Suddenly Susan and Everybody Loves Raymond before helming the 2002 ABC comedy series Less Than Perfect.With an impressive tally of television and film appearances, Shepherd's career took another leap when she became permanent co-host on ABC's The View in 2007.She served as a guest co-host for a year before legendary journalist Barbara Walters welcomed her full-time.She left the daytime talk show in 2014 but has made frequent cameos over the years.

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I didn't put it in the original post because I was focused on things I did as an adult, after I already had agency and freedom to some extent.

But I know some of you are still 15, so even though it's been 20 years and 2002 was a very different time:

at 15 I was a sophomore high schooler at a very extracurricular-focused, homework heavy public high school, following spending K-3 homeschooled and 4-8 at a magnet school for Gifted Kids™. I couldn't get myself to do my homework or any projects, unless I could do them in class while the teacher was talking, and I never understood why. I'd gotten away with it before high school but 100%s on tests couldn't offset grades there, so I was spiraling into a worse and worse depression because I had no metric to measure myself on besides my grades and CLEARLY my family was right and I was just lazy and defiant and didn't want to do the homework and I was just making up the whole "I keep forgetting" and "I sit there and stare at it for hours but can't make myself do it" things. I was eternally grounded for my grades and "laziness", and my folks blamed my internet friends and the fact I stopped going to church for my bad attitude and depression (which I Totally Didn't Have Because You Have A Perfect Life With A Great Family And How Could You Be So Ungrateful And Make Us Look Bad By Pretending To Be Sad All The Time?)

Despite all this I still bought in to all my folks' racism and Bush loving bullshit (the defense was, "it wasn't that we hated ALL minorities! just the lazy ones! and it's their fault racism exists because they're making the whole group look bad!" and if that kind of argument feels at all defenseable to you please snap out of it) and earnestly believed being gay was just something perverts did and so all gay people should be in jail (and in my brainwashed mind, were, because all criminals were instantly caught and punished as far as I'd been taught - which we were largely taught to keep us scared of making even tiny mistakes). I defended having black and Muslim friends to my family as them being Some Of The Good Ones™ and only finally started to realize shit was fucked up when my grandfather banned me from visiting his house for dating a black guy (and did so in terms that even my folks knew were godawful slurs, but He's Old, Times Were Different, so I was just Supposed To Accept It.)

When you're young, you don't know what you don't know. You know what you have access to, are taught, and are shown. It would be nice if we all just instinctively knew what things are good and bad, or if we learned the truth on first exposure, but when you've heard the same rhetoric day in and day out your whole life you have no reason to question it until you're given one.

My friends had already tried telling me how racist I was and my response was that they didn't understand, I didn't hate all minorities, I just hated lazy and entitled people, and most minorities just happened to be lazy and entitled! and it was those people's fault for making the whole group look bad! not to mention systemic problems didn't exist and equality was definitely real and She Shouldn't Have Dressed Like That and all the other crap. It was all very, very well ingrained in there, and a huge part of it was that I had been made to feel like I was an awful person who barely deserved to exist because of how lazy and entitled I supposedly was (at 15! though a lot of this was ingrained much younger), so I really believed that one of the Truths of the universe was that laziness was a horrible sin and anyone who defended it was evil. Even after I finally got it through my skull that racism still existed and was still VERY prevalent, it was several more years before I snapped out of "well if the lazy people would just stop making them look bad".

(If it sounds like a lot of that's also ingrained self-hatred from the repeatedly diagnosed but ignored by my folks undiagnosed ADHD, you're absolutely right, and that's part of why I say a lot of hateful people are just resentful that others aren't holding themselves to the same impossible standards they hold themselves to [nevermind if they actually meet them or not] and that getting them to un-internalize those things will help snap them out of hating others.)

Same with "the gays". I went through so many stages - and the first stage was actually making up an all-girl alien race in 5th grade that didn't need icky boys and that reproduced by fusing eggs together, then getting chewed out by the girl scout troop leader for joking about homosexuality in front of her daughter, which is how I found out that being gay is even an actual thing not something I'd have to be an alien to be AND that being gay was supposedly a sin and illegal on the same day. It took no time at all for me to be all in on praying for those poor poor people who had been lead astray and given in to their perverted temptations, in hopes God would help them find their way and repent. I also decided I definitely had a crush on my best guy friend cuz clearly boys and girls can't just be friends either so it HAD to be a crush, right? (that one actually might have been, but then he moved away and man, the guy I obsessively pretended to like in 6th grade after that and I had a hilarious talk at 31 because he's now gay and an underwear model and he apparently never said anything negative about my awkward "crush" because he already knew he was gay and it made for a nice cover).

That carried on for years. At 16, my best friend came out to me in a crying fit, promising to me that she wasn't actually gay, she just really loved our one friend that much and surely that had to be ok as long as they never had sex because God doesn't make mistakes and wouldn't have made her be in love with a girl if that was actually Bad, right? My boyfriend at the time (who wouldn't officially come out as bi until his spouse came out as trans 10+ years later) told me he'd probably kiss a guy if he were cute enough, but he'd definitely never do it because we were gonna get married and have 3 kids and 2 dogs by the time we were 25, even though kissing a guy wouldn't really be cheating because well it's not like it'd be romantic cuz that'd be gay lmao. I made only three friends at college - one was a fairly open Two-Spirit person (my first real encounter with anyone trans-identifying, and at the time my brain did mental gymnastics to say that it was ok because she was Native American and their culture was different), one I was on tenuous terms with because she was a stoner, but also the only other gamer in the building, so I dealt with it, and she came out as bi within a couple months. The third was ace - a concept we didn't have a word for yet but somehow still understood and accepted as something Weird But Yeah It Makes Sense. By the end of the year I had started to suspect I liked girls but was fully convinced I was just playing up noticing how pretty they were in order to "fit in" better with my gay friends.

Part of why I stopped talking to my family for a while is because they banned me from being left alone with any minors in the family after I came out as bi at 19. I liked women, so in my family's mind that included even little kids and I was now a danger. I was so livid that I cut them off as much as I could.

Ironically I might have snapped out of a lot of the rest sooner if I hadn't cut them off, because being exposed to the juxtaposition of their bigoted views and emotional abuse vs the way the world actually was is what snapped me out of the first few things and made me start questioning the rest.

My point on all this is, again: people change and grow, and people don't know what they don't know. That doesn't mean you have to indulge every time someone asks for information (especially since sea lions exist) or go out of your way to explain things to people, but it does mean that things aren't as simple as "if you have ever said a homophobic thing you are awful forever", especially when those things are said while you're still under direct influence of your family and haven't had a chance to experience the world without their filter on it yet.

Basically, someone who's 80 and still uses the N-word has had plenty of time to be exposed to the world at large and know that's bigoted and has actively decided they don't care (or even are happy about it) and want to be seen that way. But someone who's still in high school and doing it may just not have exposure to anything they trusted and said different yet. That doesn't make them your responsibility nor mean you have to tolerate it, but it does mean dismissing them as lost causes or deliberately hateful may be missing the chance to snap them out of it and make the world a little less hateful, and if you are someone with the time, resources, and knowledge to educate them, it may be worth speaking up.

And I know I'm forever grateful to the people who took that time with me, and who saw that I wanted to be a good person but had been raised to think the bad things I was doing were good, and decided I was worth prying out of that. But I'm also forever indebted to them for putting up with my bullshit before then and for spending that effort, and I still wish I could undo the damage I did while I thought that way.

What it means above all is to constantly be curious about new things and look into them deeper. It's easy to fear or hate things you don't understand and to blindly believe the people you trust because they've raised and/or supported you. It's hard to ask extra questions, dig deeper, and to face the fact you were wrong about something - but it's worth it.

And if the people you spend time with make you afraid to admit you were wrong or to suggest they might be - not "I might have to explain things or get disagreed with" afraid but "I will get yelled at, ostracized, or worse for questioning anything or for admitting I made a mistake" afraid? You might need some different people to hang out with.

at 20 I thought I was faking my depression and was "bad at life" and lazy like my family said. I still earnestly believed I was entirely straight and everyone knew girls are just nicer to look at. I still had a ton of ingrained racism and other bigotry from my Bush-worshipping family. My main dream of being an astronaut had been smashed by my anxiety and health problems, so I was trying to study Japanese because like every other weeb I thought I'd fit in better over there (lol), but I'd already flunked out of one college and been forced to quit another to get a second job. I was overdrawn constantly and often buying gas station gift cards at the grocery store so I'd only take one overdraft fee. I was dating someone horribly controlling who eventually earned the title "evil ex", dialed up my eating disorder, and traumatized me out of writing for 2+ years. I had several roommates because we all considered having the funds to go to anime conventions more important than personal space (and because back then we already thought $600/month was expensive). I spent any other free time half asleep at a friend's house cuz there I could play games and watch Intent videos. Half my meals came free from work, the rest were hacked together from stuff that worked out to $1/serving or so. The power or internet got turned off at least twice a year from non-payment.

at 25 I thought I was too depressed to deserve burdening others with my presence or existence. that I was a burden and purposeful downer and nothing would ever get better. I was still dealing with a ton of internalized transphobia, racism, and other bigotry that I had been taught was Just The Truth and still occasionally fall into. I was massively straight edge against weed and anything else (threatened to call cops on close friends) while also being a half bottle of vodka a day alcoholic just to get my brain to shut up enough to let me write or sleep. I didn't know how to have fun without alcohol, if at all. I had lost my ability to draw when I severely injured my wrist while i had no insurance. I tried going back to school, first for architecture then teaching, and flunked/dropped out of both. I was losing jobs every 6~8 months from being chronically late and being sick constantly. I manged to lose one on my birthday and wound up having to make some other tough choices because of it. I had only just reached the point where being overdrawn was a rare thing and I wasn't buying single gallons of gas with tip money. food was still often just ramen but I no longer had days where I didn't know if I'd get to eat, though I was often dependent on my then-bf. I had multiple teeth rotting and couldn't afford any treatment besides getting them pulled, and often not until they'd become infected.

by 30 I was finally on antidepressants and in therapy. I was on the road to physical therapy for shoulder and wrist injuries that had happened years earlier. I was pretty happy in my relationship. I held down one job for almost 3 years straight after getting medicated, then turned around and flunked/dropped out of college for the 5th time (Physics this time) because I was too anxious to take public transit reliably and STILL couldn't do homework anywhere but in class, so most projects never got done. I'd stopped being able to write (and am still running from the possibility my meds Took That from me because it doesn't come back if I stop them). Food had become a different struggle - I no longer had time, physical health, or executive function to cook reliably so I was spending too much on take out and causing wild fluctuations in my weight. I was hiding my eating disorder from my partner and my friends. I had begrudgingly un-estranged myself from my family to support younger cousins as they came out as queer. I had developed a healthier relationship with alcohol. I had accepted that, outside of addiction, drugs are a bodily autonomy thing and stopped being an ass to people about them. I had finally learned some damn etiquette around things like not accidentally outing people. I started streaming and making videos - stuff I had dreamed of since first watching Dead Fantasy and Red vs Blue and Weeblstuff in high school but had thought impossible after I lost the ability to draw.

I'm currently 35. This year I am living on my own for the first time (aside from 5 failed months at 18). I got divorced - a complicated, regretful process that was ultimately for the best but I could and should have handled better (and sooner). I've been in physical therapy long enough that I'm able to use chopsticks properly again and am thinking of trying to relearn drawing. It's also meant I can do the dishes and wash my hair on my own again, most days, so I'm relearning how to cook consistently. I'm reading (listening to) books again. I'm on year 8 of antidepressants and currently working with my doctor to fine tune what I'm on (and finally have a system to take them consistently). I've been diagnosed with ADHD and figured out I might also be autistic, and a lot of things in my life make way more sense when viewed through that context. I have appointments to get evaluated for ADHD meds, autism, shoulder surgery/other "PT isn't enough" treatments, teeth implants, and new glasses. my clothes have been put away 3 of the last 5 times I did laundry and I've learned that if I only own one dishwasher worth of dishes, the sink can't pile up. I've fully embraced that I'm polyamorous, pansexual, and demiromantic, and that I can be cis while also being "gender agnostic" - none of it really matters or processes to me, but I get that it does to others so I respect it. I'm seeing someone who makes me feel like I can do anything, is inspiringly ambitious themself, and is equally polyam, meaning I might also be asking out a cute girl soon and don't know where board game nights with the nice throuple I met might go. I'm having to do odd jobs and accept help from my dad to make ends meet, but I'm arguably a full time content creator now - something I literally didn't even let myself dream about when I was younger because it felt impossible, but which is fully worth the complications and budget crunching because it's so accommodating to my disabilities and uses so many of my talents. I'm still depressed, but I have hope that ADHD treatment will help cut through the remainder. Most days I just have hope, period. And more days than not, I'm genuinely happy for at least a while.

You'll find yourself.

It might take a while. There will be detours, mistakes, pain, tough choices, and a lot of hard work. But there will also be unexpected joys and more possibilities than you ever imagined.

Someday, you'll find yourself.

And when you do, it will be worth the wait, I promise.