Lucas Camp

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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

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She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.

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She published her book November of 2020

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my like 1% of followers who dont watch drag race still need to watch this video

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This moment in herstory

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Beautiful Street Art in Hollywood. Walk of shame. By the way .....FUCK DONALD TRUMP!

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I wonder the price of replacement of the star.

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Remember when people kept pissing on it?

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https://blue—rain.tumblr.com/

via weheartit

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52 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU by Madison Broadway

Curly hair, no matter the color.

Mole, or beauty mark.

Temper.

The adventure being with you always brings.

The way you smell.

You put on a sports show when I need a good nap.

Macy, the build a bear you made me.

The way you never give up.

Your laugh.

Your smile.

How defensive you get when I call you fat.

You get really upset when you don’t know if you will see me one weekend.

You know what my favorite foods are.

How much you love Domino.

We always get excited for the same movie.

Your sense of humor.

Your dreams for the future are as spontaneous as mine.

The dirt under your nails after a long day working hard.

I get twice as much sleep as you and you don’t complain like I would.

You ask before you download apps on my phone.

We are ourselves when we are with each other.

We always tie at every game or pick the same team.

If I really want to do something you will make sure I get to.

The way you love me.

You are my best friend.

You take my advice after what seems hours of consideration.

How much you hate to be wrong, and how much you know I do too.

Your eyes.

Your requirement for ‘name brand clothing’.

The look you give me when I wear something ‘different’.

You will wear anything I buy for you at least once. (H&M Trunks)

You are slowly using fashion lingo i.e., cords.

The stories you always have to follow up someone else’s.

You always know what to say when I am sad.

The way it is so hard for you to surprise me.

You never say no in a time of need.

The good relationships you have with my family.

The way you worry about bothering other people.

How your texting has changed since we started dating.

I have heard almost none of your favorite songs.

You are the only person to ever use YouTube on my phone.

The way you never let me forget how I first contacted you.

The way you never let me forget about my bangs phase.

The way you love to mess up pictures.

Your hugs and kisses.

The things you always want as gifts, which I never get.

How hard it is to get you to tweeze your eyebrows.

You always know jewelry is a perfect gift for me.

I know not to expect cards.

The way you move your jaw muscles when you get mad.

How I thought you would never want to date me.

How you always let me pick your outfit.

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This was done for me once, and it remains one of my favorites.