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in happier pride news i actually found this deeply heartwarming

that's solidarity baybeeee

Further context: Durham city council (Reform UK) cut funding and support for Pride. The Durham Miner's Association and other trade unions raised enough money for Durham Pride 2026 to go ahead - a direct call back to when Lesbian and Gays Support the Miners (LGSM) raised money for mining communities when Margaret Thatcher seized union funding during the miner strikes of 1984-85.

At the 1985 Labour party meet, the motion to support LGBT rights as a party was passed due to a block vote from mining unions.

Stephen Guy, the chair of the Durham Miners’ Association, said that when it became apparent Durham Pride was under threat, he took it upon himself to “encourage the trade union movement to step up and do the right thing, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the LGBT+ community […] They not only raised funds for us, but came to our communities, uplifted our spirits when they were down, and showed their solidarity.”

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When people argue that food from Chinese and Mexican restaurants in the US are not 'real' representations of that culture's cuisine ignore the historical reality that these dishes were developed by diasporic communities striving to recreate the flavors of home with available resources. Such criticism frames adaptation as a loss of authenticity, rather than recognizing it as a sincere and evolving expression of culture by people separated from their homeland.

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Too good to leave in the tags

phantom-solitaire

I mean fuck, Limes have been grown and used by the English (grown in England!) Since 1550 they didnt reach popularity in Mexico for 400 years after that!

Its also why slang for English sailors was Limeys for a long time.

seabeck

Morels in morning sun

teaboot

how could you like the colour yellow

see a therapist immediately

I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.

When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.

I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.

I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.

Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.

The artist's theme was "happiness".

What it is. How we make it. How to share it.

All bright, lovely yellow.

The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.

Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.

Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.

I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.

Do you understand?

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teaboot

DUDE

misty-anne

Adamtots

#i grew up in grey and black #the forgot one because 3 of my siblings were loud and hated seeing the disabled kid get annything #but i fell in love with green in all ifs shades #and when i mkved out and started life i would take photos in green areas of the trees and bushes and fell more in love natures colohrs #then teal and mustard and orange and purple fell nicely into my wardrobe and made me feel more like me #colours beyond black grey cream and white are great and they give shape and personality to be and places

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Average Tesla owner voice:

phantom-solitaire

Pretty sure thats their voice

The tesla car mind:

pterygoidwalk

sometimes i wonder what my cat named me

creaturefeaturecommando

"Canceling" was also an AAVE term that originally meant "We ain't fucking with this person anymore because they're weird with weird and questionable beliefs" and white people took it and tainted it to mean "You're trying to ruin someone's life, how dare you make someone take accountability for their actions !" like they really thought that saying "Hey this person is racist, maybe you want to think twice before giving them money and support" is a bad thing and that says a lot more about them than it does about us

phantom-solitaire

I mean it was first recorded in 1440 in middle English, Cancelling, based on the Latin phrase relating to erasing a word by crossing it out with a lattice to make it unreadable. So like 580 years ago. Thats when the Oxford English dictionary recorded it.

It being related to cancel culture appeared in 1988 and then popularised in later years by black people. But no cancelling isnt AAVE its a action verb from way before England formed its stupid empire and brought the English language in to slavery. The word is from middle English (1200 to 1800s) rather than modern English which was started in 1890s till now.

Its use by black people in the last 40 years is what made it popularised but it isnt an AAVE Term as it hugely predates the British Empire, and its forcing of language on to the populations it conquered. It's a word that as an action meant to remove or cancel a written document.