Moonmadmagic

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[moonmadmagic]

The Trevor Project | For Young LGBTQ Lives

The Trevor Project provides 24/7 crisis support services to LGBTQ young people. Text, chat, or call anytime to reach a trained counselor. Fr

If you know someone who might need this.....

[chirmartir]

Ch😁

[beardedmrbean]

This needs a David Attenborough narration in the background

[beardedmrbean]

[sibyllance]

Apparently someone got their car stuck on the light rail tracks at Mt. Baker. For those unfamiliar this is 35 feet up in the air

[officialboredom]

First test flight of a flying car by Mazda partially a success

[tuulikki]

I feel like the Arizona Utah license plate should take some place in our analysis of whatever in the goddam fuck we’re looking at here

[teaboot]

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

[teaboot]

Well-to-do finance manager with tidy shoes: "Why hello, sweetheart. Can you say 'hi'? Aren't you cute. Are you on a trip with your mom?"

4 year old me: why must we do this

Fantastic old woman in the leopard print coat: "Why yes, my tooth IS real silver! Nobody ever asks me that. Do you like cats?"

4 year old me, suddenly paying attention: Finally, A Person Of Intellect

[memories-of-ancients]

Conch shell with gilded silver mounts and semi precious stones, Tibet, 18th century

from The Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

[animentality]

[fforsythiaaa]

Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.

[moonmadmagic]

Reminds me of being told a great way to deal with things like racist jokes in the workplace is to play clueless and get them to explain it.

Works, too.

[hellenhighwater]

She's getting so good at stepping with her brace on!

[foxes-in-love]

[beardedmrbean]

[moonmadmagic]

Source stuff from comments:

https://www.aphis.usda.gov/news/agency-announcements/usda-conducts-2025-oral-rabies-vaccination-efforts-targeting-wildlife https://www.npr.

[hellenhighwater]

Okay. I have made an apron. Did I accidentally leave an iron on overnight and not realize until 10 am the next day at work and then ran home from the office to turn it off ( no less than three people on my walk home asked why the heck I wasn't at work, all wanted updates on the iron situation) and only just finished it after getting totally sidetracked making pizza? Maybe.

[vaspider]

Every time we vend at Pride, there are times when I have to fight breaking down.

It's probably not when you'd expect. Yes, I get misty at the Big Moments and the Conversations, and we have those every time. I love seeing the parents who are buying their kid's first Pride item, the trans girls spinning in skirts they just bought, the curve of fresh scars across a chest that's clearly seeing sunlight for the first time this summer. I love it all. I devour every minute of it.

But it's the parents who hand their kid a $20 or tap their Apple watch on our card reader and look slightly bored that get me, sometimes.

My G-d. It's not scary, it's not overwhelming, it's not tense and nervewacking. It's boring to them.

2 weeks ago, my brother tells me, my parents used the right name and pronouns for me through an entire dinner with Jake and his partner.

I turned 47 three days ago.

Today, a parent looked bored escorting their teenager around at Pride.

My G-d.

[vaspider]

No, no, please, listen to me.

I love when parents are enthusiastic, it's so wonderful, but there is something so unspeakably precious to me about the idea of going to Pride with your kid being so fucking normal that you can be bored.

You're not nervous or on-guard, you aren't worried that you'll say the wrong thing because you're comfortable enough that you aren't constantly making sure you're not Doing It Wrong... you're just At This Thing Your Kid Wants To Do, and it's a fucking normal thing. It's normal like soccer. It's normal like summer camp. It's normal like 4th of July and the big family barbecue. Those things can be fun and cool but also they're so normal that you have the mental room to be bored.

Like, yes, I want the parents to be enthusiastic but also there's something so incredible about it being that fucking everyday of an event. I can't explain it any better than that.

Do you have any idea what I would give for my mother to be bored by the fact that I'm a giant transmasc dyke with two wives? For that part of me to be that level of normal to her?

Sure, I'd love her and my dad to be proud, but holy shit, I'd totally take bored.

[ruffboi-mags]

Do you have any idea what I would give for my mother to be bored by the fact that I'm a giant transmasc dyke with two wives? For that part of me to be that level of normal to her?

God, THIS THIS THIS. The idea of something like my transness, my sexuality, my relationships being so normal that it's not noteworthy? Like sure when something exciting happens I'd like some excited in return, but just kind of "oh yeah they were just talking to their partner Jack" in an offhanded way that means "there is so little unusual about this I"m barely paying attention to myself saying this" would be. Just.

AAAAH.

[vaspider]

Yup.

[corinnetags]

Like this is just a thing their child wants to do, and the child isn’t old enough to go alone, so they’re good parents so they take them. Like that is MINDBLOWING. The idea that you would take your child to Pride. Your child who isn’t sneaking off to go without you, who isn’t old enough to go without an adult, who feels comfortable asking you for money to buy something for them. My god, I’m crying just writing this.

[coffeewhiskeysleeprepeat]

I went to my first pride in 2004 in a swing state. It covered two city blocks, and the event organizers had security at every entrance. I remember being struck by how young everyone was. The AIDS crisis had hollowed out a lot of our elders, and the idea that your parents would tolerate you after you came out was still new.

Two years later, my friend (around 16 at the time) panicked at the possibility of a news crew getting footage of them at the pride parade with their partner in the background of a shot so badly that our friend group went to all the security people to beg them not to let the news crew leave until we could be sure there was no proof they were there. The security people (mostly leather daddies) understood. They refused to let that camera crew leave until this group of teens decided their footage was ok. I remember one commenting that this happened every year.

Bored is so amazing I can't believe I have seen it in my lifetime. And I have! Last pride, I saw a bored middle aged white guy get a beer while his child gushed over the merch in a tent. Pride took over a dozen blocks, and me and my partner wandered in and out, no security. My partner came out much later, like 2015. I paused to look at the dad who was bored, and my partner tried to tug me away, but I was transfixed.

If you don't remember leather daddies in open vests putting their bodies in between your friend and being homeless, if you don't remember that being queer was grounds to an ass-whooping automatically, you're not understanding this.

The bored dad bought their kid the merch btw.

[vivid-sector]

my sibling is trans and figured it out and came out years before me. my parents were generally supportive, but also confused and made some less-than-helpful remarks.

by the time I figured it out, I didn't exactly come out to my parents as trans - I just went up to them and told them I was starting hormones. in the hallway, almost as an offhand remark. my dad was going down the stairs. he paused a second, said "okay". there wasn't much else said about it.

recently, they went away for a few months. I was on my own in the house and decided it would be funny if I crammed as much of my transition as possible into that time. I got professional voice training, got bangs and layers, threaded my eyebrows, pierced my nose, got two tattoos, and overhauled my wardrobe.

when they came home, I made a point of waiting a moment, then coming down the stairs and saying "hi mom, hi dad" in the voice I had worked so hard on, and soon told them I was ready to be their daughter. their reaction? "okay, pronouns too? okay"

I have to admit it was a little disappointing, a little disheartening. but just a little. of course I have friends whose parents are unsupportive. as nice as enthusiastic would be... this is really good too, and I'm endlessly grateful for it.

I never really considered any of this as "coming out" - I just told them what I wanted or what I was doing, and they were fine with it. that's amazing.

[all-made-of-stardust]

I recently went to our town's annual Pride festival, and I didn't want to go alone but all my other friends were busy. So I ended up inviting a friend of a family friend's that I barely knew but liked well enough. They showed up in nothing but a black hoodie and a teeny tiny "he/they" pronoun pin. I went a little crazier.

It very quickly became apparent that this was his first ever Pride event. I'd been to quite a few at this point, so I showed them around. We were SURROUNDED by queer youth, and just as many queer elders. So so SO many high schoolers and college kids who CLEARLY hadn't had a good chance to be themselves in a while, if ever.

Towards the end, I started getting tired and offered to walk my buddy home. Instead, he elected to literally just stand there and people watch. He told me he had never seen that many queer folks in one place, and he just wanted to take it all in.

To them, this was the most magical place ever.

To me, I was bored.

It wasn't always like that for me, and I still struggle a BUNCH with a whole lot of shit, both external and internal. But I saw this post in my friend that day. And I wish nothing but happiness and boredom for everyone reading this.

[optimysticals]

My mom actively work on making things better and safer for queer folks in her area and worries about my spouse and I when she sees news about new bullshit hateful legislation.

And at the same time when I was telling her about something queer event related we were doing and she said something like "oh right I forgot that you're lgbt

[big-ender]

[lgbtqiatext]

[moonmadmagic]

https://www.tumblr.com/lgbtqiatext/816154064172810240/replies/817600551185514496

[dracula61]

[littleguysdaily]

Bob is performed by the artist Raphaël Gromy

[museum-of-artifacts]

A Roman marble sculpture of four puppies, all curled up asleep together. Unearthed from the ruins of the House of the Faun in Pompeii, 1st century BCE, now housed at the National Archaeological Museum of Naples, Italy