sweetest sheep

cillian. white, butch. So, lovely. background by paperbicycle

[draconym]

My local animal shelter (BARCS) just got an influx of 369 birds from a shitass pet store, which is a truly terrifying number of parrots to have inside a building. BUT: there's a donation drive going on right now where you can vote for a pet's face to go on a beer can for their annual BARCStoberfest. Every single vote is a dollar towards animal rescue!!!

You can vote for your favorites such as Tylenol, El Eiwi Gordito, and Cheese here on their website!

[rosieandthemoon]

Olga Dugina & Andrej Dugin "The Dragon Feathers"

[zulashur]

Cider is like if beer transitioned and stopped hating herself

[cryptotheism]

Do y'all have any favorite card games?

[cryptotheism]

I know this is the jaded post-irony website and we all wanna be funny, but I am genuinely asking. Please, tell me about a good memory you have with some loved ones and a stack of standard playing cards.

[joylessmarxist]

[queermuseum]

QUEER HISTORY MONTH, DAY 15:

Ella Wesner (1841-1917) was one of the premiere male impersonators of the late nineteenth century. Wesner, who was known to have female lovers, performed bawdy routines and had a popular act in which she appeared tipsy while getting a shave.  The New York Clipper wrote of her in 1870, 

“Nature has liberally endowed her for this specialty with an almost faultless form, a face quite masculine and jet black curling hair, which she wears cut short. She might easily walk Broadway in male attire without her sex being suspected.”

She commanded several hundred dollars a week performing, and when she died she requested to be buried in men’s clothing.

Sources: Gillian Rodger, “‘He Isn’t a Marrying Man’: Gender and Sexuality in the Repertoire of Male impersonators, 1870-1930,” in eds. Sophie Fuller and Lloyd Whitesell, Queer Episodes in Music and Modern Identity. Urbana: University of Illinois Press, 2002; Lawrence Senelick, The Changing Room: Sex, Drag and Theatre. New York: Routledge: 2000.

-Cookie

[internationalemeteorologie]

Hiroshi Yoshida 

El Capitan (North American series). 1925

[thecollectibles]

Art by Ahad

[scaphandrah-deactivated20251120]

Egon Schiele - Port of Trieste - 1907

[enki2]

[sheiskindasweet]

[fravery]

Jef Bourgeau

[quietwingsinthesky]

its so weird to me that cis people will dislike their name so ardently and yet. not change it. you guys know that’s an option, right. no one can make you keep the shit name your mom gave you. no, not even her.

[penrosesun]

One of my friends in undergrad changed his name because he didn’t want to bear the name of his abusive and absent father. It’s been years since he did it, and he still says that it was the single best decision of his life.

One of my friends in high school changed his named as soon as he turned 18, so that the ethnic name his family gave him was finally the name reflected on all of his paperwork. He told me that he understood why his parents had given him an “English” name, but that he felt that if he needed to assimilate in order to succeed, then that was a type of success that he didn’t want.

When I was on my way home from the courthouse after changing my own name, I got into a conversation with my rideshare driver, who was extremely interested once I told him what I was in court for, and wanted to know how I’d done it, how much it cost, was it difficult, etc. It turned out that his girlfriend had chosen the name “Yo-yo” when she came to the United States, unaware of how rare that was as a name, and that she was frequently made fun of because of it. Neither one of them had realized that a name change was so easy, and he told me he was excited to let her know that she had options.

There was an intern at a summer job I had once, who changed her name to be the same name, but a different spelling. She said that she had no idea why her parents had spelled her name so oddly to begin with, and suspected that it was just an honest mistake either by them or by some nurse, but it had been a headache for her entire life, and it was a huge relief to not need to be correcting people’s spelling on important documents anymore.

One of my exes legally changed his name to have an exclamation point, because he liked to sign his name with an exclamation point.

You can always change your name if you don’t like it. You always have that option. It doesn’t matter why – it can be conformist or anti-assimilationist, serious or silly, a minor change or a major change. Your name is yours, and you have every right to change it to be whatever you want.

[iamheavymeta-lll]

[japaneseaesthetics]

Swimmers and Life Saver Viewed from Above

Nakazawa Hiromitsu (Japanese, 1874–1964) 1907, Japan

Color lithograph; ink on card stock

Leonard A. Lauder Collection of Japanese Postcards

[mangledmouth]

spider in the corner of the bathroom, r.m.s

plain text under cut

yes, you have a right to be here

as much as I. yes, your ancestors spun webs

between trees in the long ascension of the century

yes, I am new. Yes, this house is

about a century old—perhaps your ancestors

spun webs in this same corner, while I

came from cold New England on a bus,

a paltry human decade ago.

yes, I cry sometimes until I rust

thinking about the small lives

the small deaths, the mice that I heard die

in my bedroom next to the kitchen

the snapping, the instant kill, the noise

that lingers in my head while half-asleep

get up, like a murmur from a past life

a gravedigger’s imperative

get up, time to give another body

back to the ground.

sometimes I spoke over them,

landfill blessings, heavens of yellow grain

sometimes I merely slouched, like that beast

out and into bed again, with the snap

of the lid on the trash the only eulogy.

yes, I give you a world in my head

imagine the line you came from, the inheritance

of delicate work, the good hunt

the patience you must have learned

if you didn’t know it at birth.

mythology, I dream, that echoes ours

warnings that you missed, this is not a place of...

or ignored, too bold to heed them.

knowing in the shadows, the giants in the sky

might overlook you, and even when

the great bright beam of alien eyes is fixed upon you

you might be left in peace, or snatched and taken

to a greener place, an unfamiliar world

where yet you might survive.

perhaps you didn’t want to believe,

the great white smothering cloth, the shoe’s sole

the legend of how you lose your soul

that is, your life—

to the indifferent and incomprehensible.

but, you see

my brother is scared of spiders

and my brother is first

of all the lives in the world.

knowing this, do you understand

why I must become a legend?

[pmamtraveller]

by Poshichi Rou