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Business owners did a bunch of handwringing about how damaging to the economy the wage increase would be. But so far, they’re wrong.

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Shocking News Update: giving workers a living wage that actually allows them to afford basic necessities while being able to save to treat themself to something nice sometimes has not lead to the destruction of the economy and the downfall of civilisation as we know it

Republicans everywhere left baffled

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erikalynae

Let’s talk about Brenda Howard for a sec because I feel like all of the people shouting that “het”-partnered bisexuals don’t belong at Pride are missing a good chunk of their Pride history.

Brenda was:

A bisexual, polyamorous woman and activist

In a “het” relationship with partner Larry Nelson

Known as the Mother of Pride for her work in organizing the first LGBT Pride events

A participant in the Stonewall Riots

An active member of the Gay Liberation Front, Gay Activists Alliance, Coalition for Lesbian and Gay Rights, BiPAC, and BiNET USA, among others

Co-founder of the New York Area Bisexual Network

Founder of the first Alcoholics Anonymous chapter for bisexuals

An incredibly important figure in the LGBT community, who paved the way for Pride and LGBT activism as we know it today

“Het”-partnered bisexuals don’t just belong at Pride, they were integral to its creation.

(Bonus facts: Brenda was also Jewish, a sex worker, and an outspoken feminist. I highly recommend learning about her because she was seriously an amazing woman.)

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🔑🔑🔑

candyredterezii

I’m not usually a praying girl, but, if you’re out there, The Final Pam,

#same

thy-lovelylionheart

“you can’t be tired,” chortles a middle aged family friend, “you’re young!”

“really??” I exclaim. I had no idea. my exhaustion lifts off my shoulders, the bags under my eyes disappear. I no longer need sleep, due to my invigorating youth. I Am Free.

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georgia gothic

you stop by the side of the road to buy fruit at a stand, watermelon and peaches. “watermelon’s in season,” the old woman says, smiles with far too many teeth. watermelon is always in season. you take a bite of a peach, and the juice stains your mouth red.

the kudzu climbs over the trees, the old cars in your neighbor’s front yard, towards your driveway. it crawls over the statues in your garden and up your brick walls. it crawls over your windows until you can no longer see outside, but you’re not even sure you want to.

you visit saint simons. the sand is almost as white as the residents’ faces when you ask about fishing. “don’t go onto the beach at night,” a lifeguard whispers to you, glancing around to make sure nothing is near. you notice there are no crabs, no birds, only the noise of the waves against the shore.

your grandmother keeps putting food out for the neighborhood’s stray cats. you don’t want to tell her the cats haven’t shown up in a long time. the things eating the food are not cats.

it’s football season. you must choose a side. your street is lined with red and black flags, bulldog statues. you start to notice dark shapes roaming the sidewalks when they think you can’t see them. your mother takes down the black and yellow banner, but it’s too late. there are dogs on the street. too many dogs. you chose wrong.

turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile, your gps says. you have passed four peachtrees in the past seven minutes. they all look the same. you are on peachtree. turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile.

there is a church just over the hill from your house. they are spaced exactly in one and a half mile increments. you have never dared to ask why.

“bless your heart,” an old woman says to your friend as you leave the restaurant. your friend pales, and you immediately move away from her and say goodbye. you know you will not see her again.

in a diner, a tourist asks for unsweet tea. the waitress screams and backs away. the others join in. you turn away, not wanting to see what happens next. not again.

it is thanksgiving, and the men over 25 in your family are going out to the woods to hunt. they cover themselves in camouflage and take their largest guns, and will not answer when you ask what they are hunting.

it’s spring. the pollen starts to appear. it covers the buildings, the cars, the roads. it has been three days since you could last leave your house. outside, the screaming starts. you do not know if the pollen traps you inside or protects you from the thing out there. you do not want to find out.

you’re on the porch alone, a glass of iced tea next to you. the air is still and heavy, and the mosquitos and gnats buzz. at least, that’s what you tell yourself is making that noise. the wind whispers through the trees. you are not alone. you are never alone.

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gay culture is calling things gay and getting disapproving looks and lectures about how gay is okay from the straights

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gay culture is hearing the word “gay” and immediately being like 👀👂🏻

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gay culture is having debates in class and being all “yeah i’m not gay but i support Them”

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gay culture is having to listen to the straights talk about how they’re such good allies because they never killed even a single gay person, not even one

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gay culture is listening to “when he gets a girlfriend – or a boyfriend (Because There’s Nothing Wrong With That!!!!!)”

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God bless you, Johnny Weir!

#johnny weir #yoi #yuri on ice #figure staking

micdotcom

Trump says Australia has better health care than the US. Australia has universal health care.

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Inside - Vadim Sadovski

spoopiedoopie

reblog by only using one word to describe what country/state you’re from

#peach

weavemama

this is it. these are the tweets that perfectly sum up my intertwined mood on current events

tmirai

This is such an interesting dissection of a very common trope in writing female characters that I never really thought about before, but it’s so prevalent and so obvious and so fucking disgusting.

manhcester

fruit edition

are you a strawberry or raspberry person? a lemon or lime person? a mango or peach person? a pear or apple person?

#raspberry #lime #mango #apple

manynamedshe

People who perform manual labor should be not only given high and liveable wages, but unlimited access to healthcare and physical therapy to help manage the myriad conditions that come from doing back-breaking work.

Like this is not an absurd concept. It bothers me that people think that it is.