san diego. @be-o-k-a-y - Tumblr Blog

see when people try and nitpick me because i call my dog "my dog" when it's technically "the family dog".......well first of all i still call my brother "my brother" and not "the family boy". although maybe that should change. second of all sorry i'm still thinking about the family boy. btw i fell asleep while making this post last night and i think you can tell

unashamedly-enthusiastic

Very tenuous link to one of my favourite tweets

ecoevoexo

i continue to support public sex. im not interested in the question of whether or not this or that kink thing is sexual. im interested in the question of homeless queers being arrested for public indecency because they're hooking up in the place where they live. im interested in the long history and herstory of queer public sex. im interested in the fact that sex that does not involve you is none of your business, even if it is occurring around you. don't build your sense of sexual propriety out of a dependency on access to private property and an entitlement over other people's bodies and consensual actions. its homophobic, its classist, its bullshit petit bourgeois morality. you didn't consent to seeing other people engaging in sex? i didn't consent to hearing your fucked up dumbass opinions, but here we are. it's the public space, that's how it works. you're triggered by seeing other people engage in sex? okay, avoid it, the same way people avoid other triggers in public space like dogs or bees or high places or being in a body of water. if someone is not involving you, it doesn't involve you. research the history of how the logic you're using has been weaponized against homeless and/or queer people. for fuck's sake.

Two years ago this past weekend I felt the cold metal of my .44 caliber press up to my neck as I sat alone in the woods, pleading with the universe to give me a sign that I shouldn't pull the trigger. I was lied to and cheated on in the home I worked so hard to keep, every fiber of my being having been finally lit on fire after months of dissociative chaos.

I remembered the only tarot reading I've ever done on myself, the deck owned by a good friend from work who had been checking on me. I remembered the powerful, feminine entity that was forecasted to enter my life in a great capacity. It was tangible enough hope to keep me from depressing the trigger on my depression.

Here I am, two years later, crawling into bed with the powerful, feminine woman who will be my wife. She has fostered such an environment of healing, self reflection, and humbled conversation that we have sustained to work on the best versions of ourselves and us. It's overwhelming; I never anticipated I could feel a future for me so fulfilling and enriching- and possible.

I am no longer withering. I have taken root in a perfect sized pot, and I can feel the sun warm on my leaves. A few more seasons and we can plant ourselves in a perfect pasture.

It gets better. It really, really does.

the only thing that matters is the life I'm working so hard to build with the love of mine. 😌

micdotcom

Related: Albuquerque is also providing mobile showers to the homeless — and they’re doing it in a wonderfully sustainable way.

aprilnutter

I just donated. Please consider donating too.

Link is here since MIC.COM cares more about traffic to their website rather than actually linking to the cause.

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theawesomeadventurer

oh gosh this is so wonderful

carelust

avocadodurag

I will reblog this every week.

bucky-is-my-precious

especially this week

andersonhummelsarchive-deactiva

IF ROMNEY WINS YOUR GAY OTP CAN’T GET MARRIED AND EVERYONE HAS A GAY OTP SO THINK ABOUT THAT

heritageposts

date of origin: 2012

soulknowledge

A lover who’s also your friend. Not somebody that you just lust, because it’s real easy to do that. Somebody that you can connect with intellectually and mentally. No judging. Just being yourself. That’s real beauty.