I was thinking today about the whole "We have x at home" For example a kid asking for a coke and the parent says we have coke at home, it's really RC cola or something like that.
Growing up my parents would do this. For example, I really wanted a pair of Nike shoes. My parents would say you have them at home, but they were Fila.
Given the neighborhood I grew up in LA, it was probably a good thing I wasn't sporting the latest Nike shoes. Same goes for cool hoodies and what not.
One of the #miniDV #tapes that I captured is of the #trailerpark I grew up in being demolished. it makes me a bit sad, not only because I have so many #memories and firsts that happened there, but the fact that it's been an empty lot now for 20 years. torn down for nothing.
After 20 long years of searching, I finally found them. Strawberry Shortcake Crunch ice cream bars! #nostalgia #ChildhoodMemories
I'd post a photo but I can't right now.
@conormcl2025.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gyGranada VCRs had the future at your fingertips in 1980 #tv #advert #vcr #granada #technology #retrotech #vhs #retro #80s #vintage #childhood #childhoodmemories #videoplayer #sony #jvc #technologynews #videostar #oldschool
door squeaks open...
Hawk sprints to the willows
to chase squirrels
She explained that she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but she couldn’t invite me to her birthday party, because then her cool friends would realize she liked me, which could never happen, because I was uncool.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/donald-trump-purple-ribbons-and-lesbian-visibility-week-74912c3076af
I have a habit of collecting memories. A few days ago, while organizing my bookshelf, I found a note I wrote to myself just before my college entrance exams. It was a short page, filled with emotions I can hardly touch anymore.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/a-gay-teens-silent-love-for-his-straight-best-friend-2f48c15c46de?sk=aecbd16bef33f963b1da592fc3343be5
promise of new heights
we keep reaching for the stars
and making wishes
#mastoprompt - promise
ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/keep-reaching-for-the-stars-sharon-cummings.html
Years ago, I found a VHS tape from my childhood. It was the early '80s, I was a little kid, and my uncle was filming with one of the first VHS cameras. I was at the beach, walking on the sand. I walked carefully, avoiding sharp shells or any pointed stones that might hurt me. I still do that today. My uncle would often ask, "Are you walking on eggshells?" to highlight my cautious, delicate steps. Sadly, my uncle has been gone for thirteen years now. But those words, recorded on tape, often play in my mind. When I need to move carefully—whether physically or metaphorically—I hear his voice and see that little blond boy (yes, incredible, right?) moving cautiously on the sand.
One of the guys would say something strange, or effeminate, or even caring, and another guy would cry out, “homo suspicion!” Then there were parameters to having the suspicion lifted, mostly douchey things that I ignored. One of them was casting the suspicion on someone else.
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