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We have ebt back! It was rough for a bit there and I've honestly spent about 2 maybe 3 months terrified. But because if the generosity of y'all, even when the pantry reached its limits, y'all stepped in and no meals were missed! A variety of carbs! A variety of proteins! (Mostly different ways to cook chicken but.) And veggies! Carrots! Corn! Broccoli! Peas! We were given means to have a complete and varied diet. I could eat within my dietary (health issues based) limits! My 14yo with arfid could pick out fend for self meals that he would eat! (Mostly cereal but it varies week to week.)

Anyway i am forever grateful for the generosity tumblr continues to show.

Thank you

tj-crochets

My grandma just called and, among other things, said “You have hips. That’s good! Men like hips!” and then she interrupted herself to say “Women like hips. People of your preferred gender like hips. I can never remember” And I was like “Thanks grandma! My preferred gender is none of them, no thanks.” and she was like “Okay, no one will comment on your hips!” very self satisfied, like “aha, I have figured it out” I think like half her grandkids are some variety of not-straight and she can’t always remember which is which but she is the epitome of like “she’s a little confused, but she’s got the spirit!”

tj-crochets

Update: I gave it some thought and my estimate was wrong. Of the grandkids that are out, it’s 1/3, not ½

tj-crochets

I told my grandma that I’d told my friends about what she said and that some of y’all had said you wished she was your grandma, and she said “Well, you can never have too many grandkids!” So like…consider her your honorary grandma* I guess? *if you want an honorary grandma, that is

tj-crochets

Update on my grandma: I told her my hair was standing up, but instead of straight line it was diagonal and she said “That’s okay, you’ve never been straight!” and then laughed so hard at her own joke I thought she was going to drop the phone

tj-crochets

Happy almost pride month! Have my confused-but-supportive grandma!

tj-crochets

An update: my grandma just called me to ask if I knew it was pride month

Happy pride month!!

Ephraim Moses (Moshe) Lilien, 1874-1925

even as a lifelong fan of “golden age” illustration and art nouveau, it took way too long for me to come across the work of E. M. Lilien! we’ve reblogged two pieces here before (one is our mobile blog header!), but there’s a lot to appreciate.

above is some of his more folkloric/magical/mythical Jewish art, including the gorgeous “Shabbat Queen” (the Shechinah?), two versions of the Leviathan, the priestly blessing, a dybbuk, and a (probably metaphorical) demon!

also, for bonus points, his work is apparently popular with queer men.

[images from multiple sources, but most from Jewish Myth, Magic & Mysticism]

animatedamerican

Oh man, I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED THIS.

onion-souls

@writer-at-the-table

This 1902 piece, “Devil sucks the blood from a sweatshop tailor,” was used to illustrate the German version of Morris Rosenfield’s poem “An der Nähmaſchine,” (“At the Sewing Machine”) found in his Lieder des Ghetto (1902) See: Internet archive, page 31-32. Rosenfield’s poetry was originally in Yiddish.

An der Nähmaſchine. Seht euch den blaſſen Geſellen an, (Look at the pale journeyman there,) Verbraucht iſt ſeine Kraft. (His strength is exhausted) Doch Stund’ um Stund’ und Tag um Tag (Yet hour by hour, day by day) Er ſitzt und näht und ſchafft. (He sits and sews and toils) Viel Monde kommen und ziehen dahin, (Many moons come and pass away) Und Jahr um Jahr vergeht, — (and year after year slips by) Mit krummem Nückgrat, der blaſſe Geſell, (With crooked spine, the pale journeyman) Er ſitzt und näht und näht. (Sits and sews and sews) Es perlt der Schweiß von der heißen Stirn, (Sweat beads on his burning brow) Die Wangen ſind bleich wie der Tod, (His cheeks are as pallid as Death) Ich fühl’s, hier ſchafft nicht Körperkraft, (I feel it, no physical strength works here) Hier lebt und treibt nur die Not. (He is only animated by Need) Manch heißen Tropfen ſaugt gierig die Naht, — (Many a hot drop is ravenously drunk by the seem he stitches) Sein Aug’ wird nicht tränenleer — (His eyes are not yet dry of tears) Und die er näht, von früh bis ſpät, (And the garments he sews, from dusk ‘til dawn) Die Kleider find tränenſchwer… (Are heavy with tears…) Wer kündet grauſe Zukunft mir? (Who will reveal the dread future to me?) Wie lange der bleiche Mann (How much longer shall the pale man) Noch jagen mag das furchtbare Rad? (Drive that terrible wheel?) Wer weiß das Ende, ſagt an? (Who can see the end, who knows?) Ich weiß es nicht. (I do not know) Doch weiß ich wohl: (Yet this I know well:) Wenn den — ob früh, ob ſpät — (When —whether sooner or later—) Die Arbeit erſchlägt, (Work smites him) — ſitzt ein andrer da (Another shall sit there) Und näht und näht und näht . (And sew and sew and sew.)

As we can see by the jewelry and pot belly and the sorry state of the journeyman he parasitizes, the demon is a vampiric metaphor for exploitation of the poor.

i-m-snek

So obsessed that I gotta take a version of her everywhere I go ❤️😘

dreamycastaway

The original pride flag and the sewing machine it was sewn on

iwriterobots

disgruntled-lifeform

*Exasperated sigh*

Yes, I'm here.

I'm queer.

Now be quiet, I'm counting stitches

disgruntled-lifeform

Forgot to reblog this for Pride Month because I was too busy counting stitches

disgruntled-lifeform

Oh, is it that time of year again?

#Started pride month at my monday 9:30am stitch and bitch counting (cross) stitches #Across from Diana my bi elder who got in a fight with her stitch count

robertreich

Your regular reminder that trickle-down economics is a cruel joke designed by the wealthy.

theunicorncomic-blog

randomushroom

HE FOUND TUMBLR??????

robertreich

I’ve been here the whole time.

spinningthehamsterwheel

Dear god, he's not kidding...

bisonwares

Showing off the Arapaima I made! (Pattern also made by me)

This was the test of the new pattern and I love her. 🎏💕

lgbt-tiktoks

Description: [A video of a woman riding a galloping horse bareback while holding a large rainbow flag.]

nattousan

i felt like these tags really added to the experience, thanks @cynderxdustypaws for your knowledge

naamahdarling

This is one of the most powerful images I have ever seen, and I will reblog it every single time because every single time it brings tears to my eyes.

dreamycastaway

The original pride flag and the sewing machine it was sewn on

iwriterobots

finnglas

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.

finnglas

I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.

finnglas

oh no is this what we’re doing now

finnglas

…relic…

*crumbles and blows away on the wind*

shutyourmoustache

When my mother forgets a word, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher. I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: “You know the time for los jibbities is coming up. You must be so excited!” Oh, is it time for los jibbities already? I must have missed it on my calendar. Are we celebrating something? “Of course! We should all be celebrating, shouldn’t we?” OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing. It’s not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess. “Los heebie-jeebies? Now you’re making things up...and this is my show.” You’re right. The time for los jibbities is coming up. Is this a season? “Yes, the season for love. The season for pride.” OK, los jibbities. “Yeah, sound it out.” Los…jibbities. LGBTs! “Sí, mira cuz you’re gay!” “You couldn’t just say pride season? You couldn’t just… *laughs*