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kink shaming is dead. I respect people with foot fetishes more than the president of the united states of America
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.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍. 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽.
𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇. 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖫𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖨𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾.
𝖶𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖱𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾.
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐. 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀.
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Congrats to Minnesota Frost assistant coach and Team USA Olympic gold medalist Brianna Decker on her engagement!
(the 3 ❤️ refers two what I presume is her partner's two kids. I didn't wanna screencap the pic that showed the kids.)
could you imagine if it happened this pride month
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zoe boyd suffering through a season ending injury, cheating ex, and a burnt coochie. truly gods strongest soldier.
God I wish I could go back in time and be the person who cut peoples heads off with an axe
There’s something wrong with me
my disco elysium character ass childhood
I saw a poll on here in passing recently about where people first learned about the concept of lesbians, and the possible responses were all like "knew one", "taught about them", "saw them on TV". girl I learned about lesbians because when I was four I got obsessed with a girl in my class and kept imagining elaborate arthurian scenarios where one or other of us was revealed to secretly be a (male) knight in disguise, but after a while I got so frustrated that I couldn't progress the situation beyond that fantasy that I went to my parents and asked "are girls allowed to marry girls" and they went well. not yet. sit down, kid.
The small voice in your head that says: "I don't need to write down every small detail of this plot idea, I love it so much, I'll remember this."
That's the devil speaking.
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