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Northern Stage and Sheffield Theatres co-production of Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Photograph by Topher McGrillis
These two cracked me up ... once I figured out who they were cosplaying and what they were up to. Cosplays from the TV show Naked & Afraid. Kudos to both of the cosplayers for creativity and commitment to a skit.
Cosplayers: Definitely Zella Yo Soy Ahmed
Northern Stage and Sheffield Theatres co-production of Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Photograph by Topher McGrillis
“All I want is an education, and I am afraid of no one.”
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Knowing what I'm afraid I know about Furries, seeing this at the grocery store made me laugh.
Or just how scared some superstitious people really are in the inside.
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When I first met Marcel, he was imprisoned in a pediatric hospital in rural Romania, abandoned by his mother. The abandonment rate in this county of Romania is 6 percent. Marcel was not identified in the hospital, he had no name. Some of the nurses had started calling him Marcel. There were so many children there side by side, all abandoned. Marcel had no legal papers, he did not even exist on record. Who was Marcel? Did no one even care? How could this even be possible? We started making arrangements for him to get legal papers so we could care for him properly.
Marcel had never been touched except to have his diaper changed, and this didn't happen often. He was not held when he was fed. He had never seen a toy and was terrified by human touch, the very thing he needed. He could not pull himself up even though he was over 2 years old, and his feet had never touched the floor. He spent his days banging his head on the lead painted crib bars. Then they moved him to what we considered a steel cage. There was no other way he could comfort himself except rocking and banging his head, for his cries were silent tears, there was no one to run to him to console him. No one to love him. The only human contact he would allow without becoming completely terrified was a hand outstreched through the crib bars. Marcel had never smiled.
We rescued Marcel from this baby prison and took him to the emergency shelter where this photo was taken. There we began his rehabilitation. This summer I was able to take Marcel for a walk in the grass for the first time in his life. He held my hand and giggled and belly laughed.
Marcel may never fully recover psychologically or physically, and I blame the Romanian government for their lack of concern for the children of their very future. Marcel could have been a normal child. Marcel will never reach his full potential as he is still held captive as a ward of the state. I pray that they somehow understand the damage they are inflicting upon these children and that they open their eyes into this century and stop these human rights violations!
Let Marcel teach you to open your heart, hands and eyes and let Marcel's tragic story teach you to take your children into your arms, and never want to let go. Always cherish them. Always touch them, hug them. Always love.
12.42PM Park Lane, London UK
Signs read:
(L) Here we are 51.7%
(M) I am deliberate and afraid of nothing
(R) Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen