Kat Graham’s visit to Syrian refugee families in Jordan for the UNHCR
"When you think of refugees you often think of people rendered powerless,” she said. “But when I think of the people I’ve met, I think of qualities that I aspire to have. These are people making lemonade out of lemons, building fountains in front of their caravans with rocks from the desert because it reminds them of home, marshalling every last spirit of enterprise and innovation that runs deep in their veins to support the ones they care for most. I see new depths of love, commitment to family, community spirit and generosity – incredible values that we can all learn from."
To read Kat’s full story or make a donation, head to www.unrefugees.org/katgraham
Angelina Jolie @ EE British Academy Film Awards 2014 - Red Carpet
I hate it when straight girls make out to entertain the male gaze because they get to do it freely simply because they are straight. When a lesbian couple dares to show affection in public, all they get is harassment. Straights girls do it for the harassment, which makes men think it is the appropriate response to seeing two women show affection. It is not just straight men but also straight women who perpetuate the lesbophobic myth that lesbians exist to fulfill men’s fantasies.
I also hate it when straight girls kiss to make a statement “for gay rights”. This always boils down to appealing to the male gaze in order to promote your agenda; it’s another version of certain animal rights organisations’ use of degrading and objectifying female nudes, just with added lesbophobia. In fact, this angers me even more than straight girls making out for fun because the whole pretext of “supporting lesbians” is so ironic when actual lesbians suffer from being reduced to men’s sexual fantasies.
Lesbians kissing in public take the risk of receiving harassment and abuse as result of getting outed. Heterosexuals doing this are just flaunting their privilege. It is disrespectful. It trivializes lesbophobia.
It’s only okay to be a lesbian as long as you’re not one.
To make this even stranger, let me tell you a story. In college, there was this absolutely adorable girl that had the reddest lips and some of the most rockin’ hips I ever had the pleasure of grabbing on to. She was bi, I was a lesbian, and we both agreed that it would be fun to mess around. However, the problem was that we both had nowhere private, as we both lived in the dorms with other girls hanging around at all times
We got around this problem by “experimenting” at parties. Some dude would bring up how hot it was to watch chicks make out and one of us would jokingly volunteer and drag the other along. We would pretend to be bashful and blushing and then things would get hot and heavy. I spend my freshman year of college pretending to be straight, and the only place that I could deviate from that was at parties, under an approving male gaze, because pretending to be a fake lesbian was the only way I could get what I wanted without being harassed on a daily basis.
”If you’re lucky enough to be different from everyone else don’t change.”
The best kinds of laughter:
- Laughing so hard that your laugh becomes silent and you sit there clapping like a retarded seal
- Feeling a six-pack coming up
- Tears coming out of your eyes