Thief of Fire

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I once told a joke about a straight person.

They came after me in droves.

Each one singing the same:

Don’t fight fire with fire.


What they mean is: Don’t fight fire with anything.

Do not fight fire with water.

Do not fight fire with foam.

Do not evacuate the people.

Do not sound the alarms.

Do not crawl coughing and choking and spluttering to safety.

Do not barricade the door with damp towels.

Do not wave a white flag out of the window.

Do not take the plunge from several storeys up.

Do not shed a tear for your lover trapped behind a wall of flame.

Do not curse the combination of fuel, heat, and oxygen.

Do not ask why the fire fighters are not coming.


When they say: Don’t fight fire with fire.

What they mean is: Stand and burn.

Stand and Burn by Claudia Boleyn.  (via claudiaboleyn)

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Today my Writing II professor described repeated grammar mistakes as bad relationship choices that we can’t stop making and then said, “But don’t worry! I’m your Dr. Phil of punctuation and grammar. I’m gonna help you!”

My first day of the semester went quite well! Today my only class was Human Diversity.

After the professor was done taking role and after we all introduced ourselves, she had us line up against the wall in the hallway and close our eyes. Then she began asking questions about our upbringing and experiences.

"Do your parents tell you you’re beautiful/smart/successful?"

"Did one or both of your parents complete college?"

The first set of questions were asked in this manner, and if they applied to us, we were supposed to take a step forward.

With eyes still closed, she began asking questions differently.

"Have you ever been the only person of your race/ethnicity in a class/workplace?"

"Have you ever been stopped by police because of your race/ethnicity?"

"Have you ever been called names or harassed because of your race, ethnicity, religion, gender, sexual orientation, or disability?"

For each of these that applied, we took a step back.

When the professor was done asking questions, we all opened our eyes and looked around to see where we were in relation to each other.

Then we went back to the room and sat down. The professor asked us what we thought and after a short discussion she said, “All of us in here are coming from different backgrounds and circumstances. Some of us have had more struggles than others, but this is where we begin to find common ground, where we learn to accept and relate to each other. And in here, we’re all equal.”

I’ve gotta say, this was the best, most encouraging first day of class I’ve ever had. We’re going to talk about real issues and bridge gaps and I think this is going to be an enlightening class.





Depressing thought: in a 100 years almost everyone that’s alive now will be dead and the world will be inhabited by 10 billion or so completely new people.

not so depressing thought: maybe these new people will be less bigoted, sexist and racist.

Depressing thought: I won’t live to see that world.

Not so depressing thought: you can help to create that world.

This post is an emotional roller coaster.

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