A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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cherry valley forever
styofa doing anything
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wallacepolsom

titsay

JVL

Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Misplaced Lens Cap
RMH

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Andulka
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Product Placement

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A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.
“Solitude matters, and for some people, it’s the air they breathe.”
— Susan Cain
"God blessed me by making me transsexual for the same reason God made wheat but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation.” - Julian K. Jarboe
I had an interesting conversation today about gender and identity with a cis man who happened to have scars that looked like top surgery scars. He said “they’re not from as noble a battle wound as top surgery” and I just keep thinking about how badass that makes trans mascs sound (and he’s right, y’all are badass)
david, commission. 2019
i am aware that this piece of mine has been re-posted a thousand times, but now you can re-blog it from the original artist! :~D
edit: since people asked you can now get a print of this here!
A tribute to the transmasc body
Serpent silk moth, Loxolomia serpentina, Saturniidae
Found in Brazil
Photos 1-3 by ronaldperet, 4-5 by carlosvidigal, 6-7 by pedroalvaro
ok some days being visibly homo is the most wonderful thing in the world. an old woman walking her dog stopped to say hello to me and I asked if i could say hi to her dog. she seemed really excited and told me "his name is rupert brooke. i named him after a gay poet from the era of the first world war. he had red hair just like my dogs fur". then she leans in and whispers like she's divulging some great secret and says "i don't usually tell people about the gay part"
A Mid-west monster of the highest grade
hate money!!! hate bills!!!! hate jobs!!!!!!! just want to nap in the damn woods bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite
hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?
oh uh, your girlfriend? Yeah we put her in the kiln. Yeah at 2000 degrees. Shes a bowl now. Sorry.
i was told "were all human" today way too many times . no we are not . we are not all human . i am not human . not human not human not fucking human . fuck you . speak for yourself .