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The Bisexual Trinity
The Father
The Son
The Holy SpiritÂ
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Bawling. (art by @MISTERHIPP)Â
Theme song: Phoenix by Fall out boy
based off this post
americans are u aware that ur using the word wrong
man shut up i swearta god with yall lil ugly hard ass cookies
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Iâm not gonna cry Iâm not gonna cry Iâm not gonna cry
This is glorious and even thought it doesnât fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share
It works like this: You tell Kitestring that youâre in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you donât reply back when it checks your status, itâll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.
It doesnât require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesnât need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.
MORE INFORMATION
reblogging because this is seriously amazing.
This shouldnât even be an app this should be an integrated feature into all phones on every OS
Ok, guys. Thi is really important. You have to reblog that and read the whole article.
This will never happen to me. You canât tell. Otherwise, if you donât want to do for yourself, maybe among your follwers someone need this information.
Iâm a man, i donât care. You should care the more. What if it was your sister? Women are people. Again, spread the word. There may be someone needingths.
You can never tell. As far as we canât handle back maniacs, PLEASE, prevent yourself <3
We need this
reeferkitten you can use this one Sunday!!!
Thank you so much
My hair is so damn versatile these days.
can I add oneâŚ
Please add moreâŚ.
donât play cuz i got yâall @ithotyouknew2Â @femmebosskoopa
I amâŚso grateful for the person that you are
Four rich fathers go golfing.
One of them stays behind to pay the bill and the other three proceed to the first hole. While golfing, the three fathers start bragging about their sons.
The first father says, âI am very proud of my son Arthur; he is my pride and joy. He started working at a very successful company at the bottom of the barrel and now he is at the top! Â He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes Benz for his birthday.â
The second fathers says, âMy son Ivan is also my pride and joy, I am very proud of him. He went to flight school to become a pilot and managed to become a partner in the company where he now owns the majority of the assets. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.â
The third father says, âWell, well, well - congratulations! My son, Ludwig, is also my pride and joy and is also very rich. He became an engineer. He started his own construction company and became very successful and a multimillionaire. He built a mansion especially for his best friend.â
Then the fourth father catches up and they ask him how his son is doing.
The fourth father replies, âOh, my son Alfred is gay and he makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub.â
The three friends shake their heads and say, âWhat a shame, you must be so unhappy! How tragic.â
The fourth father replies with a bright smile, âOh no, I am not ashamed at all! Alfred is my son and I love him just as well; heâs my pride and joy. And he is much loved by his friends too. Did you know that his birthday just passed and the other day he received a Mercedes Benz, a brand new jet and a huge mansion from his three suitors?â
Reblog to support proud father and his sugar baby gay son.
On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.
 Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing.Â
Edna and âCookie.â I think she was trying to play it cool.Â
My name is Jeanie. Iâm Ednaâs younger sister. Iâm also her guardian and caregiver.Â
Thatâs me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - Iâve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.)Â
ANYWAY, Iâm not âdoing the internetâ anymore. Iâm taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.
May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.
In case youâre wondering where our parents are, theyâre dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33.Â
Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)
As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - weâre awesome.Â
Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome.Â
In case youâre wondering âWhatâs wrong?â with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I donât know if thatâs anymore âwrongâ than people who donât have manners.Â
Basically, Edna was born ânormal,â and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except âretarded,â because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosaâs Law into effect, replacing that word with âintellectually impaired.âÂ
Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, thereâs a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but donât. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this:Â
YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesnât everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for Godâs sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS!Â
But, as it says above, Ednaâs legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story.Â
Edna refusing to go inside.Â
These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless.Â
For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But theyâve told me âthese things take timeâ and that I âneed to amend my expectations.â (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an âoptionâ that was offered to me.)Â
Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Ednaâs reppinâ the Wildcats below.Â
But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didnât want me to worry.Â
By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.
Sheâs dead, too. Surprise.
She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. Thatâs when I became Ednaâs legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna.Â
So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. Iâve told them Iâm worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  Iâve told them I canât afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didnât show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because âthat what I thought I was supposed to do.â)Â
But the people over at the FLRC donât return my calls, they donât file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, âThatâs just [insert name of said jackass].âÂ
He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this:Â
So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you canât deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!
Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. Iâm also sad. Sad for those who donât have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them.Â
Iâm also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person youâre doing it all for.
Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, sheâs not impressed.Â
Hereâs the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. IâM NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. Iâm going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.
Thatâs where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know Iâm not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what itâs like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding.Â
Iâm going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled.Â
Thank you,Â
JeanieÂ
Facebook:Â Â facebook.com/eisforedna
Twitter: @EisforEdnaÂ
This made me cry
SIGNAL BOOST
STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISNâT ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WONâT MAKE YOU SAD.
This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit
They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they arenât alone.
I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.
SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST
Repost! This story needs told!
Disabled lives matter. Sooo much.Â
âI canât be vegan, I love cheeseâ
Dairy industry is as evil as meat. No less harm for animals. Does it look natural that calf canât drink milk so you can taste your piece of cheese?Â
GO VEGAN.Â
WRONG
That calf is wearing a nose tag. Nose tags are put on calves so that they are able to stay with their mothers longer, but are unable to nurse. They donât NEED to nurse as they get older, they just get greedier and pushier and will bash up the cowâs udder and bruise it with their noses.
This nose-tag is so that calves can stay with their mothers, their mothers can remain pain-free and healthy, and nobody is stressed.
Educate yourselves you ignorant fucking tarts.
âŚreally? You donât think it might have anything to do with the milk being stolen for human consumption? At all? Not even a tiny bit?
Militant vegans can fuck right off
Based on fur texture and face shape, that calf is at least six months old, probably older. Calves can survive without actual cow milk even at three months, though older is better (calves weaned that early are usually fed a sort of formula for another couple months).
Also, nose tags like that one donât go through the cowâs septum. They basically work like those fake septum rings for humans.
In addition to weaning the calves, another use for nose tags is protecting non-lactating cows. Sometimes weanlings or even adult cows will suck on themselves or other non-lactating cows; this can cause internal teat scarring bad enough to prevent that teat or teats from ever working. Iâve seen this happen, and itâs ugly, probably at least somewhat painful, and, if bad enough, would lead to the cow being slaughtered at a very young age because she canât produce milk, has chronic mastitis, and/or canât be milked with automatic milking equipment. So, nose tags actually prevent animal cruelty.
Also, calves will suck on anything remotely oblong (and attempt to eat literally anything), even if they are being adequately fed or overfed. Often they will suck on other calvesâ ears, and, since ears are longer than teats and cows have upper as well as lower teeth in the back of their mouths, many calves get bites on their ears, which often become severely infected. Iâm not sure if nose tags would work there, because physicsâa non-toxic but bad-tasting ear paint would be betterâbut yeah, letting a calf put anything it wants in its mouth is not always a good idea.
reblogging for educational purposes.
reblogging for people being schooled
This was the funniest argument about false cruelty I have read.. Thank you.Â
I love this for 2 reasons: Most people donât realize that in farming areas agriculture/horticulture/animal husbandry is part of public school education from as early on as 7th grade. (Though I remember dissecting cow eyes in 4th grade science sooo) I assure you fifteen year old farm kids know more about what constitutes animal cruelty in farms than thirty year old vegans with, or without an agenda.Â
Also that if you really want good quality beef/pork/eggs/milk/etc you donât abuse your animals. Ever. Thatâs not the point and if you want to make any kind of money off your career choice, you are going to treat those creatures better than you treat yourself. Youâll call a vet five times for an infection in your herd before you visit the hospital for a missing foot on your own leg.Â
So. Yeah. Watch out, because weâre getting internet access these days. Weâre on tumblr too.Â
P.S. The immigrant workers farming your supermarket produce have no health care or legal protection, and the Bolivians farming your 365 Organic Quinoa canât afford to eat it. But PLEASE wonât someone think of the poor baby cows who wonât get off the tit?!
Also this is a LOT nicer than what mother cows do to calves that wonât be weaned. You know what mother cows do to calves that wonât wean? kick them in the head. Now I donât know about vegans, but Iâd rather have a nose tag that discouraged me from injuring my mother (because calves that donât wean tend to chew on udders and make mother cows bleed) rather than being kicked in the head. Source: I grew up on a fucking cattle ranch. I have seen chickens skeletonize a mouse I KNOW SHIT.
Commercial/factory farms are gross but local farms are great. Coming from someone who has family that have farms.
By the way, a cautionary tale
If you find a bunch of bones that are A: untouched and B: supernaturally clean, there is definitely a reason for both of those things. Sometimes that reason is ants. Sometimes those ants are fire ants. Sometimes those fire ants have made a nest over the entire three meter area around those bones
Sounds like someone had an adventure with fire ants
When Sherry Johnson was eleven, she found one day that sheâs gonna marry a 20-year-old member of her church who had raped her. She became pregnant and in order to avoid investigation and criminal case, her family and church officials decided to make the girl a legal wife of this monster.
âMy mom asked me if I wanted to get married, and I said, âI donât know, what is marriage, how do I act like a wife?ââ Johnson remembers today, many years later. âShe said, âWell, I guess youâre just going to get married.ââÂ
However, her case is one of thousand cases of child marriage. According to statistics, children 16 and under are still being married in Florida at a rate of one every few days.
Johnson and her family also attended a conservative Pentecostal church and that other girls of a similar age periodically also married. One girl said when she was 10 she was raped by both a minister and a parishioner and later gave birth to a daughter. There were all documents confirming her and her childâs age, but still, the judge approved the marriage to end the rape investigation, telling her, âWhat we want is for you to get married.â
And nevertheless, America prefers to interfere in other countriesâ internal affairs, like in Syria, calling it âdefending freedomâ rather than to change statesâ laws and to protect American children from rape, coercion and molestation.Â
Today, Johnson is campaigning for a state law to stop underage marriage that has already become a norm in some states.
Please, help me to raise awareness to this issue. No one can remain indifferent to the problem of child molestation.Â
#StopChildMarriage #StopChildAbuse