De vul-de-visvijverinvestering


Ik ben altijd zoekende naar nieuwe afleidingen en word graag door anderen uitgedaagd.

Sommige mensen hebben me wel eens langs zien komen en ik kan me voorstellen dat ik af en toe heel irri-irri-irritant ben. 'Daar heb je haar weer, met haar onzin, haar dwangmatige veelschrijverij. Ze snoept uit alle pools, is een heel inhalig type, wanneer is ze nou toch eens verzadigd?'

Ik heb gemerkt dat sommige pools leeg beginnen te raken, sommige naar onderen gezakt zijn, sommige helemaal nooit boven water komen en geef iedereen nou de gelegenheid om hier verandering in te brengen.

Hoe?

Door aan de vul-de-visvijverinvesteringsuitdaging mee te doen.

Hoe?

Door onder dit blog te reageren met:

- Vertel welke pool je graag gevuld wilt hebben (links staan ze allemaal, een nieuwe pool aanmaken mag ook)

- Bedenk een uitdaging voor me. Dit hoeft niet te maken hebben met de betreffende pool, mag wel.

- En stort een vrijwillige bijdrage in de pool #dduu .Ja ja, dat klinkt behoorlijk dwingend, maar bedoel echt: vrijwillig.


Voor de rest hoef je niets te doen. Ik bekijk de uitdagingen die binnenkomen en wanneer ik tijd genoeg heb, neem ik ze aan. Als begunstiger stel ik dan de # van de keuze van de uitdager in.

Heb je nog vragen, stel ze gerust.


Voorbeeld:   Deze bedenker van deze uitdaging wil meer aandacht voor autisme. Ze wil graag een pool gevuld hebben.  Ze kan dan  kiezen voor de pool: #autisme 

Ze heeft een vrijwillige bijdrage gestort in #dduu  

Ze plaatst de uitdaging onder dit blog of de link naar de uitdaging.

Klaar.

Mocht één en ander nog onduidelijk zijn, vraag dan om nadere uitleg.

 

Van @Encaustichris  kreeg ik de volgende uitdaging

voor #dduu 

....: Dana's handtas is een bijzondere! Ik weet niet meer zeker of ik hem gezien heb toen ik je ontmoette, maar naar ik in de loop der jaren gelezen heb zit er nogal wat in! De uitdaging: Schrijf een volledig logisch verhaal over je handtas, en de inhoud ervan. Let op: de inhoud van je handtas..... Er mogen géén voorwerpen in je handtas zitten die je bij de gemiddelde handtas verwacht (dus geen portemonnee, lippenstift, poederdoos, sleutels, telefoon, noem het maar). Volstrekt onlogische artikelen dus, maar er moet een geloofwaardig verhaal uit komen. Pas in de laatste alinea mag er een Daniaanse twist in. Zet je lezer eerst flink op het verkeerde been. Tussen de 350-1500 woorden mag je gebruiken. Veel succes!!

 
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Homophobia kills
#shortstory   #lgbt #homophobia Title: Homophobia kills. Author: Darimel Urdaneta (MeredithSkyWalker) Dedicated to Ed. ❤️🏳️‍🌈 Based on real events. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelic family it was hard to be who you wanted to be. When he was 10 years old he discovered what he was playing to do, play with his two friends, play his father's dolls sneaking. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was looking at him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he didn't really like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give her a good example and parents who would not approve their behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy he made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone.. Watching him in the distance filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling undue things for someone of his same sex, he began to question himself, to custiate life and its meaning. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that that was part of life, not always who you love you.. Time passed and he came to college, he studied Nursing, which did not seem all male to his parents but they accepted it, total his son would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They started going out and everything was going wonders, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he didn't tell the truth to his parents, that person would, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it.. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beating, punishments and hatred. His mother was unable to reason just like his father. The weeks passed and their hell was getting worse. Without his cell phone, confiscated his car, forbidden exits and visits. Thousands of ideas pierced his head confudinda and hurt. Bruises, blows on his body showed him what would be of him from now on. With a lot of pain in his soul he made a decision. One night he managed to communicate with her boyfriend, told him to pick him up, they wanted to flee, live his life, love without fear and without hiding.. They made an agreement, he'd send a friend to look for him.. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed in his house, he found himself and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend spent a long time waiting outside and no one went out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story. Alone, tired, wounded, broken and depressed committed suicide. With a rope ended his life on March night, his soul could not with so much pain, he surrendered and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news was watered like dusty, a shattered boyfriend, friends wrapped in crying, her family in a state of denial and the community in which she lived shocked. Do not one could believe it. That educated, scholar and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, fag, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family went on with his life, going to church, acting indifferently and doing as if it was never his fault. Hatred for them grew in the community, but until today only about 1 year after their death they act like nothing. Do they?? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel who flies free and happy in another universe, away from discrimination and pain. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelical family it was difficult to be who you wanted to be. When she was 10 years old, she discovered what she had to do, play with her two friends, play hide-and-seek dolls from her father. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was watching him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he really did not like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give a good example and parents who would not approve of his behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy who made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone. Observing him from afar filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling inappropriate things for someone of the same sex, he began to question himself, to question life and its meanings. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that this was part of life, not always who you love love you. Time passed and he went to university, he was studying Nursing, which did not seem male to his parents but they accepted it, his are would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They begin to go out and everything was going great, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he did not tell the truth to his parents that person would do it, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle he agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beatings, punishments and hatred. His mother was incapable of reasoning like his father. The weeks passed and his hell got worse and worse. Without his cell phone, his car was seized, and outings and visits were prohibited. Thousands of ideas ran through her head, confused and hurt. Blows on his body showed him what would become of him from now on. With much pain in his soul I made a decision. One night she managed to communicate with her boyfriend, she told him to pick him up, they wanted to run away, live their life, love without fear and without hiding. They reached an agreement, he would send a friend to look for him. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed at his house, he was alone and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend's friend spent a long time waiting outside and not one came out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story around. Alone, tired, hurt, broken, and depressed, he committed suicide. With a rope he ended his life one night in March, his soul could not with much pain, he gave up and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news spread like powder, a broken boyfriend, some friends wrapped in tears, his family in denial and the community in which he was shocked. Do not one could believe it. That polite, studio and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, queer, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family moved on, going to church, acting nonchalantly and pretending it was never their fault. The hatred for them grew in the community, but to this day just almost 1 year after their death they act like nothing. They? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel flying free and happy in another universe, far from discrimination and pain. 🏳️‍🌈❤️
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Hello yoors!
#iamnewhere Hello everyone, I am new here in yoors, my name is Yamileth, I am 18 years old and I am an accounting student, I go in the second semester of my career.