PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Vincent van Gogh (NL)
Café terrace at night (1888)
Café Terrace at Night (Place du Forum, Arles), 🎨 by Vincent van Gogh
Puppy 🐶!
Lil cousin @little_paulabdl: See, I told you he is a baby too. 🤭
Me: Not true!😡
Dad: You can't really argue with him, look at your pants. He was right, I should have put you in a diaper. He's probably more mature than you if he knows that you need it.🤔
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diaper wet
A nap when it's hot is nice, but I didn't think I'd wet my diaper in such a short time.
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When Dad says it's time for a nap, I can't get out of it. But I can still refuse the diapers he offers me. though maybe I should have accepted, since I might not have a choice after the nap.
Am I wet enough?
Bedwetter tingz
Garde champêtre with his drum, France, ca. 1935 - by Nora Dumas (1890 - 1979), Hungarian
In 1990 , Angered by police entrapment operations after the murder of a gay actor in a west London park, LGBT activists set up the protest group OutRage
...In those Autumn days of 1978, I had turned 18 and was in search of freedom and adventure and found myself at an artist’s studio in a town was then “Dead Bank”. It all seems so charmingly bohemian as I look back upon it now. Grace Graupe Pillard was a talented young artist challenging me to look straight ahead as my shyness prevented it. I was Richie until Grace told me I was much too handsome for Richie and then I became Richard (as I have remained). It was my coming of age tale, a shaking off of suburban dust and understanding the outsider, me. I was learning and creating myself to be who I wanted to be. I stood naked and a bit unsure, unaccustomed to this new authenticity before the age of New wave and the dying days of Disco, when beauty was in the sunlight streaming through the windows on a late afternoon…Richard Stabbert