sometimes quiet is violent

Hi! Today's post is not depressing or preachy or anything to do with current social affairs or elections so if that stuff stresses you out you're in luck. I've recently taken a few steps forward towards my goals in life and I figured that writing about them will make them more real to me while simultaneously informing anyone who cares about my life so here goes. I bought a camera. In order to understand how much this means to me some backstory is required. I've worked most of my life with a simple pocket digital camera that had bad audio quality and a stain on the lens that wouldn't come off. I took thousands of photos with that camera, filmed all of my videos (for my questionable youtube channel), captured hours of footage of family and friends. I was aware of the shortcomings of this camera but really there was nothing I could do but hope one day I'd be able to invest in a DSLR. Then I decided to go into the film business by studying the subject at uni and t

Hi, Today's thoughts are something I decided to write about because of a thing that recently happened to me. It brought up a bunch of memories of experiences that I'd gladly forgotten and I felt like now was the time to write about them. These thoughts and experiences have to do with sexual harassment so if that is something that triggers bad things for you feel free to click away. I'm going to write about this from my own perspective, so while I acknowledge that men also can get sexually harassed, that is not what todays post is about. Often when women write about sexual harassment experiences its something that for them has started when they were very young, and has continued widely into their adult life. The comment sections fill with other women's experiences and it begins to look horrifying with how many things some people have had to live through. I'm lucky in a way, that I've only had a few bad experiences. But still, those experiences have affected m