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refuse to give up my obsession

@shananaomi / shananaomi.tumblr.com

i am a writer, producer and shameless enthusiast who has been working in media since i was 17. i'm the editor in chief of ETonline.com and a longtime contributor to OUT magazine. ask me anything.
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The Disruptor: Adam Rippon on His Goals After Olympic Figure Skating | Rolling Stone Magazine/RollingStone.com April 2018

I spent the day with the Olympics’ breakout sweetheart star, talking politics, his lack of shame and how he’s trying to translate his sudden popularity into more than just short-sighted decisions. 

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shananaomi

Better a late reblog/Tumblr post than never? This kid was a lot, and I mean that mostly in a good way. 

I’m grateful to RS for the time and access, and still trying to figure out what else I might do with the nearly 3 hours and 50 pages worth of transcribed time we had together that are not really all reflected here. 

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Say yes.

I guess this is still a story best suited for Tumblr. (TinyLetter, when will you learn how to handle an image embed?)

Here goes:

We didn’t go on a proper date until seven months later, after she came to another party. We were always having parties in those days. In fact, the reason we had that party on June 30, 2007, 10 years ago today, was because our friend Annie needed a place to throw herself a birthday. And because gmail is forever, here’s proof:

You never know what you are saying yes to. Say yes. Say it as much as your tender heart can bear. Yes to opening your doors to anyone who needs it, for whatever reason. Yes to loving something or someone supposedly silly and trivial so much that you hang a symbol of it on your wall. Yes to what you believe in and would fight for. Yes to who you want to be even if you’re still figuring out what that means.  

Say yes. Say it’s mine. Say I fucking love you. Say I do. Say forever and mean it even if the rest of this goddamned world is on fire. Say every anniversary matters. Say it to each other and anyone else who will listen. 

We write our own stories. We’re still writing this one.

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Realized last night I’d never done a proper job of actually adding allllllll the outtakes and rambling I’d done about Chris Pine into my portfolio, so I spent the morning doing a little bookkeeping. (Also I never properly gave a shout out to my old friend Benoit, who asked me to come talk to his Emerson College profile writing students about a couple stories, including this one, which felt fitting to the theme.)

Just in case you need something else to do after watching Wonder Woman this weekend. 

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In my much angrier days I read a lot of Larry Kramer, and then had the chance to work with him as an editor and an activist. Of all the things he taught me about how to use my anger to make good in the world the one I remember best is quiet and small, or as quiet and small as a loud man like Larry Kramer ever gets. It’s from the speech he made at New York’s gay community center in March 1987, the speech that helped launch ACT UP, the movement that changed not only AIDS awareness but health care and the concept of patients’ rights worldwide.

He said:

“I want to talk to you about power. We are all in awe of power, of those who have it, and we always bemoan the fact that we don’t have it. Power is little pieces of paper on the floor. No one picks them up. Ten people walk by and no one picks up the piece of paper on the floor. The eleventh person walks by and is tired of looking at it, and so he bends down and picks it up. The next day he does the same thing. And soon he’s in charge of picking up the paper. And he’s got a lot of pieces of paper that he’s picked up. Now – think of those pieces of paper as standing for responsibility. This man or woman who is picking up the pieces of paper is, by being responsible, acquiring more and more power. He doesn’t necessarily want it, but he’s tired of seeing the floor littered. All power is the willingness to accept responsibility.”

This idea is at the heart as I know it of community organizing, of leadership, of being a person who wants to leave the world a little better than you found it. It’s a quiet and small gesture to make, especially for a man on the cusp of having an immense amount of power.

This is the caption from the above photo, via Getty: US Democratic presidential candidate Illinois Senator Barack Obama picks up a water bottle cap he dropped after speaking during a rally at James Madison University in Harrisonburg, Virginia, October 28, 2008.

Power is the willingness to accept responsibility. Leadership is the willingness to accept that power, and the responsibility that comes with it. Leadership is picking up little pieces of paper off the floor while the world watches.

I wrote that on October 28, 2008, the day the above photo was taken. 

I don’t know if Obama’s farewell speech tonight was what I needed or wanted to hear, but it was in so many ways exactly the same point he’s been making all along. 

It’s our fight to take up, our power to use. 

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almost forgot to show off my most ridiculous manicure ever: holograms with one crystal tiara accent. 💅🏼: @glossnailspa.

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left Silverlake at 2pm, drove like crazy, ran the last block from the Long Beach Aquarium parking garage to the whale watching boat just as it was about to untether, talked our way on to meet @kristin_kite & co. despite not having (yet) bought tickets. oh yeah, and then saw a blue whale so close, so massive that I am still basically jaw-dropped and questioning everything I thought I understood about animals. #theamazingrace

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good news everybody, @laurabenanti is exactly as delightful as you've always hoped. (at YouTube Space NY)

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4am and I'm fully awake, antsy and itching to be doing something, anything, in that way only this city can make me feel. I don't hate this particular flavor of late-night alertness, but I'm so glad to be going home to @yayponies tonight. (at Hudson Hotel, New York)

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frankocean

i'm not even gonna say rest in peace because it’s bigger than death. i never met the man (i was too nervous the one time i saw him) and i never saw him play live, regrettably. i only know the legends I’ve heard from folks and what i’ve heard and seen from his deep catalog of propellant, fearless, virtuosic work. my assessment is that he learned early on how little value to assign to someone else’s opinion of you.. an infectious sentiment that seemed soaked into his clothes, his hair, his walk, his guitar and his primal scream. he wrote my favorite song of all time, ‘when you were mine’. it’s a simple song with a simple melody that makes you wish you thought of it first, even though you never would have - a flirtatious brand of genius that feels approachable.  he was a straight black man who played his first televised set in bikini bottoms and knee high heeled boots, epic. he made me feel more comfortable with how i identify sexually simply by his display of freedom from and irreverence for obviously archaic ideas like gender conformity etc. he moved me to be more daring and intuitive with my own work by his demonstration - his denial of the prevailing model...his fight for his intellectual property - ‘slave’ written across the forehead, name changed to a symbol... an all out rebellion against exploitation. A vanguard and genius by every metric I know of who affected many in a way that will outrun oblivion for a long while. I’m proud to be a Prince fan(stan) for life.

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