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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Me and mine shot by Vincent Rutherford styled by Alaia Ryan.Â
Excerpts for a 1920's newspaper during the Spanish Flu
Five Short Stories by Trans Women of Color
âThe Girls and the Apple.â Jasmine Kabale Moore. The Coalition
âWaiting Room,â Jamie Berrout
Love and Comets, Gillian Ybabez
Coconut, Gabrielle Bellot. Small Axe Journal
Bonus: Watch Ryka Aoki read her story âTo the New Worldâ
Hereâs a new story of mine thatâs free to read/download: âMansion,â Jamie Berrout
hey so uh
Since the referendum in Russia has approved of Putinâs changes to Constituition, letting him stay in power until 2035, redefining marriage as âunion of man and womanâ and the government literally having talks about banning rainbow and comparing rainbow flags to nazi symbolism, itâs not been great for the LGBT+ community here.
In addition to that, we had the awful âGay Propagandaâ law since 2013 and the number of hate crimes towards LGBT+ Russians has increased greatly since then, and itâs likely to increase even more now.
So maybe consider donating to Russian LGBT Network to help us Russian gays out?
the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like âwhat?â and it meows at u
like, that is a very unspecific response I still have no idea what you want but I applaud how adorably you meowed all the same, well done
This post led me to reminisce on the nature of catâs meowing, and I have a funny story
I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didnât meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears arenât fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that arenât audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldnât hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didnât want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.
Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so theyâd be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. Iâd be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and Iâd immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadnât realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasnât. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens âyes baby?â And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones sheâd had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because thatâs the best way to get a humanâs attention.
Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesnât seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And Iâm a baby give me love!
Yup. Thatâs exactly why cats meow. Itâs literally a pidgin.
Italians with a cold be like babba bia :/
if you are trans/nb, how did you pick your name?
please respect people who are mentally ill and disabled who cannot work. please respect people who look like theyâre just relaxing all day when really theyâre waging an internal war just to stay alive or fight their pain. please respect people who could not finish school, people who had big plans and could not see them through because of disability. people who look from the outside like theyâve âgiven upâ or âarenât doing anything.â people who are hospitalized repeatedly or permanently, and people who are grown adults who are still dependent on others. please respect disabled and mentally ill people.Â
this is not a polite suggestion, by the way. itâs an angry demand. we are people, and we deserve the same respect as anyone else.
I added a code to my blog that prevents Pinterest pinning without permission if any other artists are interested
edit: fixed the link (hereâs a tutorial on installing it for Tumblr)
Behind A Little House , Manuel Cosentino.