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They say ooooh be a good boy for daddy and you'll get a reward. But then the reward is just gay sex. This is bullshit. I wanted a skateboard

crabanarchy

Then they say if you're a bad boy daddy will punish you. But what's the punishment? More gay sex! You can't escape it. This whole damn place is in the pocket of Big Sex

pronouncingitwang

at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you

yokowan

at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.

le-jardin-inculte

at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly

shithowdy

at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.

whitachi

at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.

araceil

At some point in your life you will be adding garlic to a dish and you will think "that is not enough garlic." These are angels speaking. They are correct. Add more garlic.

having an academic idiot 10 years older than me confidently say “you’re too young to remember Hurricane Katrina. you were just a baby!” and then having to inform them that 6 years old is plenty old enough to form memories and that I literally stood in the fucking eye of it and it killed people I knew and destroyed everything I knew. but yeah. I was just a baby probably and you know everything cause you watched it on the news from the comfort of your couch in your living room. my bad man.

crippled-peeper

when I was attending as an undergraduate at UNM I had to drop a class over this exact issue. my professor ARGUED WITH ME over specific events that occurred during Katrina, and then insisted it was in 2002 (it was in 2005) and that I was too young to know better and needed to shut up.

I lived off of MREs and bottled water being dropped by the coast guard in pallets. I lost my kindergarten teacher. I lost my entire childhood. and you…. “won” an argument.

crippled-peeper

this is escaping containment so I just want to clarify: this is the exception and not the rule with most people in the humanities.

this dickhead professor had several other issues and was pretty young. I was not the only student who had issues with him

most (over 90%) of people in these areas of study above a certain maturity level react to the information that I was in Katrina with nothing but sympathy, and sadness, and grace and understanding. ESPECIALLY if they are a poc or they lived in the south.

unlike a trauma like 9/11 which has become an unreal surreal meme over time to the general populace, Katrina is still a name that invokes horror and outrage amongst the educated. and for a very good reason.

Hurricane season starts in 2 months. we are less prepared than ever. that is intentional.

viktorslastnerve

Fellow Katrina survivor. I turned 10 four days before the storm and had my birthday party on the beach the day before because we couldn't evacuate (household member would have needed air evac, had no access to such).

Take hurricane season seriously. El Niño years can cause people to let their guard down expecting a milder season. Even a mild season can produce major, life-threatening storms.

Keep a supply box, stock up on flashlights, consider evacuation routes if able and things like cooling during power loss (battery operated portable fans, misters, more water than you think you need).

It's almost bed for me or I'd have more to say, but just please prepare, and remember compassion.

ingravinoveritas

"We've all got to be fighting that fight every day."

Happy Pride, everyone...

cuunos

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

paper-mario-wiki

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

doctorprofessorsong

As an older queer, allow me to say: the walls of the closet are load-bearing. It is our job as a community to stand in front of that door and tell everyone who wants to peek inside to fuck off.

There are so many reasons a person may choose not to come out and there is no reason a person would owe the public or a stranger that information. Certainly it's not owed simply because someone is famous.

We have fought for decades to make it safer for people to be open and authentic about themselves, but we are not yet there. And even if we were, the closet would still be something we need to maintain for those who are not ready to reveal that part of themselves.

warmhappycat

May we never become so obsessed with representation that we forget the sanctity of privacy.

newlyy

Not that I think all marriages are doomed but when deciding who to marry you should ask yourself “is this someone I’d want to divorce?” As in, is this someone I believe would be mature and fair, even when they’re upset and don’t particularly like me at the moment. Is this someone I could continue to trust while going through an adversarial process? And if the answer is no, don’t marry them.

bigfoots-biggest-fan

boyfriend says I have to post something festive for christmas, so just sharing that one time he got his English mixed up when seeing Santa in a shopping mall and he shouted at the top of his lungs "oh!!! whore whore whore!!!"

bigfoots-biggest-fan

this is a common occurrence, yesterday he asked me why a cushion said "fuck it till you make it" and a nearby store assistant nearly wound up on the floor she was laughing so hard

bigfoots-biggest-fan

Tonight's alltimer was "the alarm went off at work so everyone had to ejaculate"

dailycatsblog

spaceboytoy

Hello bisexual community

spaceboytoy

Begin killing

tartrazeen

sickbitterandcoveredinglitter

Like a month ago I messaged a craft group about accessibility for wheelchairs and the answer I got was “there’s a lot of stairs but we have cute boys who can carry you”. And it’s…not good. As a wheelchair bound person I largely depend on people when I want to go out and do *anything* so I’m used to it, I laugh it off, make an annoyed post about it and off I go. But I wanna just say a thing real quick.

Even if I wasn’t gay, wasn’t a survivor scared of men, getting help as a disabled person is just…Not a pleasant thing to us! Imagine for a sec how you’d feel being carried up a flight of stairs. You’re a grown person. You’re being touched in an awkward way. You’d rather do it yourself. You’re So Uncomfortable. It’s not where I look for the beginning of a romantic relationship. So like…could abled people stop doing this thing where they think helping us in a condescending and infantilizing way is cute? Cause I’m real tired. Just get me a ramp or lift and I’m cool. I don’t need a dating service when I’m just trying to go about my day

sickbitterandcoveredinglitter

If you’re abled please reblog it cause like…the more ppl knows the better

megpie71

Reblogging to boost signal

(Also, people who use wheelchairs are not the only people who have problems with stairs - anyone who’s using a cane, or crutches, or who just has dodgy knees is gonna wish you had access to a lift, a ramp, or some other place to meet).