During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.
Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I’d have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I’d open them and smell them a lot.
I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to “get help at”. It’d gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick “upper middle class lifestyle” candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.
When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.
So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe it’s Starbucks, maybe it’s a home deco item, maybe it’s a video game… I don’t judge them. I get it. I get that you can’t go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.
poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect poor people to only buy things they “need”.
I live well under the poverty line. Always have, and I probably will for a long time. But I have stuff a poor person isn’t “supposed” to have. I am an iPhone. It’s my friends old one and it barely works. I have a salt lamp, it was the first thing I ever bought with my first paycheck. I have a ton of incense and candles, it’s for my religion.
I was in school one day and my teacher told us that he requires we bring calculators. If a child doesn’t have a calculator, he interrogates them on what type of phone, shoes, clothes they have, how much money they cost. “If you could buy ____ then you can buy a calculator.” Regardless of how true or untrue that is, it’s absolutely disrespectful to interrogate poor children like that?
Poor people have the right to buy things that aren’t necessity. Read it again and again because it’s true.
There’s a hack circulating for how to get around safe mode. It works, but don’t do it.
If you run an adult blog of any consequence - *it’s a trap*. Not intentionally, but it’s still a trap.
You’re *very likely* to get banned altogether. That’s unfortunate for you because you’ll lose the ability to *redirect* people to wherever you’re setting up.
I mean, it’s funny that they messed it up again, but think it through before your set your house on fire for the lulz.
The intended audience for this post is adult writers and performers working to salvage their user base. If you run an adult blog for funsies, and you wanna burn it down for funsies, more power to you.
“Writers and artists know that ethereal moment, when just one, fleeting something–a chill, an echo, the click of a lamp, a question—-ignites the flame of an entire work that blazes suddenly into consciousness.”
If you add two pounds of sugar to literally one ton of concrete it will ruin the concrete and make it unable to set properly which is good to know if you wanna resist something being built, French anarchists used this to resist prison construction in the 80s
I’m just gonna go ahead and reblog this for purely educational purposes.
