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Small guy
Does not know ABC’s
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“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
She published her book November of 2020
even all the way in dallas, gay men in the late 80s/early 90s said her name with reverence.
My friend just sent me this and I can’t breathe
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A nice hot bowl of soup for my mutuals!
good morning to these talented husbands who are both called david and wear the same outfits and to them ONLY
from uncle david’s insta:
“thirty years + and counting”
That jump is the funniest shit
it took me a LONG time to work out that this is “life on a boat” and not like, “physics just said fuck you today”
So THAt’s what sailors mean by sea legs
something about reference frames
there’s a reason traditional sailing vessels had hammocks instead of bunk beds.
I looked up cyberbullying on google images and just oh my god
the funniest character headcanons are feral, homophobic and tax evader i dont accept constructive criticism and you cant change my mind
hates the irish, fucks to survive, war criminal
alignment chart
she does not FUCK
can you believe this website is free
diversity win! your friend survived the lab accident and is now something distinctly nonhuman
maybe if you didn't want to fall through my trapdoor into the rat infested dungeons below you shouldn't have walked onto the rug i carefully placed over it to hide it. rookie mistake.
nonlocal area code = hang up. obvious telemarketer
local area code = hang up. this one is also a telemarketer but trying to be sneaky
never answer the phone ever
this is why everyone on this website is a virgin
I’m not gonna fuck the telemarketer man
I'd like to talk to you about your car's extended warantitties.
this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about
growing up with tumblr as your main social media literally does something to your brain
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My iced cream sandwich came out of the package looking like an “Among Us” character. And why is it on the ground? I have grangite tables. That looks like concrete, complete with partial footprints? It is has granet table