Showing posts with label proud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label proud. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Going through life, you can't help but to have a few milestones. Your first steps, your first kiss, landing your dream job, the list goes on. There are milestones in your life that creates memories and elicits more emotion than any of the others that predates it. The one that changed you for better or for worse. The one that you can't help but be transported back to that time at just the thought of it. That particular milestone for me transports me back to 7th grade,back to the steppingstone of my milestone. That was the year that began my discovery of rock; and then later, Neon Trees.

When I was younger, I did what most kids did. I tried to fit in. I wore similar clothing, watched the same TV shows, and listened to the same type of music. I grew up thinking and believing that’s how things were done. Your friends like Phat Farm and South Pole? You now like Phat Farm and South Pole. Disney Channel and Nickelodeon were the popular channels? You better not be caught dead watching PBS Kids. Same goes for music. I grew up on rap and good ole rhythm and blues; or as the “cool kids” call it, “R&B”.  That’s all my family and close friends listened to, so that is what I listened to. I had no idea who Aerosmith or Queen was; and my answer would be a big fat “nope” if you asked me if I knew about Tim McGraw. I wouldn’t be caught dead singing along to a Coldplay song (Viva la Vida will always be my favorite), but I could recite “Lovers and Friends” by Lil Jon and The East Side Boyz featuring Usher and Ludacris verbatim. Looking back on it now, the clothes and the TV shows were no big deal. I don’t really feel like I was cheating myself out of life just because I had to have the latest and the greatest flare jeans just like that one chick from class; or that I just HAD to watch “All That” on Nickelodeon so I had something to talk about with my friends the next day. I do; however, feel cheated out of great music. I missed out of the beginning of some amazing bands and artists, just because the people closest to me didn't listen to them, or frowned upon the genre. But, oddly enough the start of my musical awakening began BECAUSE I was trying to fit in. It all started with a boy.

In the 7th grade, I had a maddening crush on a boy in my reading class. You could even say that I ‘like liked’ him. For the sake of his privacy, lets call him D.D. D.D was the bees’ knee’s, the cats’ pajamas, the caterpillars’ spats, and the- ok, you get it. He was the berries. I had a super crush and was determined to get to the "next level" with him. I wanted that girlfriend status badly, and was willing to do anything to get there. So, I did what all the girly TV shows of my time told me to do. Dressed up extra pretty? Check (although it was hard to do because I was a major tomboy). Laughed at all his jokes? Check. Create similar interests? Big fat check. Through his friends, I found out that he was into punk and alternative rock. Imagine my befuddlement when I realized there was more than one type of rock. Through deeper digging, I find that one of his favorite bands was Linkin Park. So guess what my new favorite band was? Yep, Linkin Park. I can’t really be surprised now that this all started over a boy. But hey, he was cute and my hormones were ragin'. I listened to LP day in and day out; secretly of course. My friends and family was more Lil Wayne than Linkin Park, and I couldn’t risk being ridiculed or misunderstood. My child self esteem couldn’t handle that. The longer I listened, the worse I felt. I felt that I was wrong. I felt that I was wrong for listening to music people like me didn’t listen to. I felt wrong for LIKING music that people like me didn’t listen to. So, just like that, I stopped. While my crush raged on for D.D, my curiosity and budding love for new music fell by the wayside. 

Even though I went back to the familiar explicit raunchiness of rap and the soulful bliss of R&B; my curiosity for the edgy versatility of rock, rolled on. I remained curious. My determination to understand why people like me didn’t listen to rock, country, techno, and all the subcategories in between. Why did so many people reject listening to music that wasn’t in their social and familial circle? Why did people ridicule those who DID step out and listen to something that wasn’t considered the norm? Why is it so wrong to embrace all that music has to offer? Why?? I didn’t have the answer then, and I don’t have the answer now. I will always be on that search to understand.

Fast forward to 2010, the final year of my high school career. It was the end of our childhoods and the beginning of the rest of our lives. We were counted upon to have an idea of what kind of person we wanted to be, and expected to set out on that path to make that idea a reality. It was the time for discovering yourself. Reveling in my singledom, I had loads of time to kill and friends to kill it with. Through a series of unfortunate events, I luckily found myself with a quirky group of friends that accepted me for me, regardless of the music I listened to. Through my time with them, I began to branch out. I began to like other things and really began figuring out who I was through my eyes. Two years later, still on the search finding who I was, I discovered Neon Trees. The feeling I got while listening to Linkin Park doesn’t even compare to the first time I listened to Neon Trees. I got goose bumps people. Goose bumps! The chill and the buzz of electricity I felt through my body when I first heard the new wave pop rock sound was unforgettable. I remember I first heard them on a car commercial and was desperate to find out who they were. Searching Google like a fiend, I found them. I proceeded to listen to every song like a crack addict. I was chasing the feeling I first got when I heard them, and I wasn’t disappointed. Every song had a different sound and it set my world on fire. I was in love, and D.D could eat his heart out. My eyes were opened and I’ve seen the light beyond Neon Trees. The spark in me was reignited with passion as I rediscovered my curiosity for music, and found a love for rock and all subcategories in between. My musical appetite grew, and I refused to keep myself on a rap and R&B diet. After I have seen what the musical world had to offer me, there was no going back.

For so long, I felt that I shouldn’t- no; I felt that I COULDN’T listen to other genres other than rap and R&B. Those stereotypical norms were set in me, and I was too afraid to break them. I was cheating myself out of the amazing experiences music had to offer. But now, I have had a taste and it’s amazing. From Sam Cook to Radiohead, I have given it a listen. From J. Cole to Justin Aldean, I have expanded my playlist. Through all genres I have found what gets my feet tappin’ and my booty shakin’. If I ever live to be 100, it still wouldn’t be enough to thank music for all that it has done for me. I have found confidence, friendships, and love through music. I have found myself. In finding myself, I have learned that it is ok to be different. It is ok to not like all the same music as your family and friends. It’s ok to be YOU. So my family can continue to wrinkle their noses and make side comments about my "weird" music, and my friends can continue to shake their heads and cover their ears. In the annoyingly catchy words of Icona Pop “I don’t care, I love it.”


-Jaxx




                             (This is the very commercial when I first heard Neon Trees)



Friday, November 1, 2013

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This is my love, my rock, my best friend. I love and trust him more than I have ever trusted anyone. It's scary, yet so freeing to know that you love and trust someone so completely. That means you are handing over your body, heart, and soul. All your fears, vulnerability, hopes, dreams, goes to him. Its an amazing experience. We are each others rock, best friend, and personal cheer leader. We have gone through tough times and really took a beating, but we came out victorious. We aren't perfect, far from it actually. But we both know and understand that if we love each other enough, we don't give up when things get hard.
So what do you do when your love, your rock, your best friend, leaves for the military? You soldier on (pun intended). My boyfriend plans on enlisting into the United States Air Force (USAF)  very soon, and I'm slightly worried. I know he will do great and thrive in the military, just like the men in his family before him. He's prepared the best he can be for enlistment, but I am not. I feel like no amount of Google could possibly prepare me for months without him because of boot camp, and then a year during his deployment. Now don't get confused on the type woman that I am. I'm not a needy, clingy, annoying type of woman. I'm very much the opposite. Strong, independent, and damn stubborn. I know how to handle my own. I come from strong women who've taught me that. But, what they haven't taught me is how to be strong for my man while he is away. How do military spouses and families do it? How? I feel so completely at a loss and so ill prepared, that my perfectionist side of me is going crazy. 

This is a glimpse of my world. An attached-at-the-hip strong relationship being pulled apart for duty. A woman at a loss on how to be there for her love while he's answering his call to serve his country. I want to show that I support him every step of the way and still his rock even though we aren't together. I will soldier on though. I will be there every step of the way, even if its more of an awkward stumble, than a step. When the going gets tough, you push through it. Even though it would be so easy for me to run away and say "forget it", I know my duty as a woman. To support her man. Like my guy loves to tell me, its time to get out of my comfort zone. 










Wednesday, October 30, 2013

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I've fought with myself since I've started this blog about letting people see who I am. The sense of animosity was fun and exciting at first,  because I felt more freedom with my writing. By no means, am I a professional writer. I'm a person who loves to write and express myself in different ways. I honestly was a little nervous to show who I am, because then people could see the face behind the words, and make judgments. But, after thinking long and hard, I decided to find my lady balls, and show who I am. I'm an average girl.  I've battled for years with my self confidence, and its still not 100%. But now, I love who I am. Life is a continuous journey, and it's only exciting if you stray from the beaten path and do something that you wouldn't normally do. So this is me, taking a chance,  and showing myself to the world, letting everyone know that I am Jaxx, hear me roar!! 


-Jaxx



 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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There are billions of people on this earth. All of us are different. Tall, short, fat, thin, black, white, brown, purple, green, etc etc. You'd think that after years of fighting prejudices in every culture, we would have learned to accept people for who they are. I was raised to judge people for their actions, not the person they are. Some people are still stuck in their prejudicial ways, and it continues to baffle me.

This past weekend I was getting pictures taken with my boyfriend, when an elderly woman stopped and said "You're a beautiful woman, and I'm not a gay". "Not a gay". Wow. My first thought after I recovered from my shock of her statement was, "Who cares?". Who cares if she was gay? Who am I to judge her? I'm not God, Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or any other being of higher power. I am not a perfect person, so I have no right whatsoever to judge others for their preferences. No one on this earth does. It's 2013, and I continuously have to hear from my friends in the LGBT community about the harsh names they are called like freak, faggot, broken. That's not even half of them. So, because they like the same sex, they are considered a freak? Wrong. Their orientation does not define them. Their character, their morals, their ethics, is what defines them. Not the fact that Billy likes the P instead of the V. 

I've lost a friend to suicide, due to the ridicule and the bullying because he was gay. The bully's missed out seeing how great of a person Tyler was. He had a glowing personality. You couldn't help but smile and feel great when you were around him.  He loved to sing and play soccer, but the guys who taunted him everyday after school for being a "fag", didn't see that. Tyler was the type of person that never complained because he didn't like "bothering" people with his problems. He'd much rather make us smile. He kept his pain to himself. He hid away the tears, the self hatred, and the fear. All because he was something that he couldn't change. He couldn't change the fact that he was gay, no more than I could change the fact that I'm black. We are, who we are. His parents lost a son, his younger brother lost his big brother and role model, I lost a friend. 

To anyone who feels alone because you are tall, short, fat, thin, black, white, brown, purple, green, gay, or transgender, etc, don't feel like you don't have the right to live or be here on this earth. You have as much right to be happy as anyone else.Don't give anyone the power to break your self esteem. You may be gay, but you are not a "fag". You may stand out and be different, but that's ok. Dare to be different. Dare to stand out and let your freak flag fly. Be who you are. Love who you are. You are a powerful and strong individual. Live, love,and laugh without a care in the world, because you know who you are and love it. 

-Jaxx