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@politelittlebrat
Posters from the fight against HIV/AIDS
Remember our history. Our discourse cannot be sound without it. This is our legacy.
iâm pretty sure iâve reblogged this before, but iâm gonna go ahead and do it again because the late â80s / early â90s were fucking terrifying. queer rights was literally a life and death struggle.
Do you see his smile? Do you see his skin? Do you pay attention to the blackness of his beard and wonder the many gifts inside of him? He is more than flesh. He is more than emotions. Empathy combined with strength. Wisdom mixed aggression. There lies freedom in his eyes. A belief that he is who needs to be in this very moment but in the future his spirit will rise..
Muse: ig @wellsfarjoe Photo by Expressions Untold
The palette of black beauty!
A relationship with no gender roles. We both hustle, we both cook, we both clean, we both pay, we both spoil each other.
literally gay ppl been doing this for years lol being straight sounds exhaustingÂ
I give up in despair
I have been here, multiple times! By referring to the order as a âLittle Rosaâ, you donât have to make as big a deal out of the fact that youâre seeking help.
And believe it or not, it gets better. Rosaâs also gives out sweatshirts to the homeless (or sells them to the general public) that has information on local soup kitchens and even computer training in the area, on an insert sewn inside the sweatshirt.
(Details)
Reblogged again for these excellent details.
Also you can buy slices for the homeless through their online store, from anywhere, not just PA!
here is the link for anyone who wants to buy slices for the homeless
thank you for the comment about buying online! I am in canada but would love to help
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST
every sweatshirt you buy is a sweatshirt he donates, and Âœ the purchase price of all other merch goes toward free slices. Iâve been there many times, including when i was homeless and didnât have anything else to eat.
Itâs Always Sunny In Philadelphia (dir. David Lynch, 2013)
i cant believe you made its always sunny look like some indie film
a girl can respect herself and still wanna suck a dude soul out
Why arenât we talking about this??!!
this is important!
We know why.
It doesnât fit the narrative..
Can we get this dude a kickstarter to raise enough for a high-end meal and cab fare for him and his family? He clearly deserves it.
(Marine Corps Times article) (CBS news story)
âBy creating the exit, Yousuf estimated that about 70 people were able to get out of the nightclub safely.â He saved 70 people. Thatâs 70 more people that could have died that night. This is so important.
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Si-si-sing, Always singing, Sheâs always sin- âItâs so annoying sheâs always singing!â âWhy do you have to sing while youâre working?â âWhy are you so damn happy?â
I hate that question, I hate the fact that they think my singing Is related to happiness, That they equate my desperate vocals To a sign of bliss Instead of the sign of distress That it really is,
And I like to think that they donât really notice, Donât really hear, Cause if I recognize the fact that their ears Pick up every tune and every lyric, I might just stop, And stopping, stopping, Well it equals disaster, You see I just moved into a new place with a new roommate and she wonders why I play music all the time why I need sound all the time why I canât just enjoy the silence!
But the silence is not silent, And when the music stops and my vocals cease, All thatâs left is the turmoil in my head, And youâll say Say thatâs no- âThatâs not healthy!â âYou need some help.â âYouâre no good if you canât be alone with your own thoughts!â
Yet youâre the reason Iâm no good, Work work work You say, come into work, go out of work, come back in, And we donât care if your bones are breaking and the skin is peeling off your body, We donât care if your hairâs falling out, And youâre getting gingivitis from all the stress, And your fingernails are starting to break off, And your eyes have bags under them thatâ they didnât have before, And that youâre barely able to stand up when you walk in, And we especially donât care that youâre losin-losing your voiceâŠ
Sweet siren singing since she was born, Losing her voice from the work storm, No time for warm ups and exercises, Only time to eat sleep work repeat sleep eat work forget to eat forget to sleep work pass out eat something pass out work exhaustion pain noise out of music out of music out of mus-
I know this trend, I know what it means when my words start repeating and I stop breathing in between them, Today means falling apart, I knew that when I stepped out of the front door this morning, And some of you will tell me to rest, And some of you will tell me to push through, And Iâm such a people pleaser that Iâll get distraught over who to listen to,
Oh, and donât worry, Iâve stopped singing.
What made you want to be poly?
Because Iâm absolutely in love with falling in love.Â
Because I live for the moment when your stomach drops out underneath you and your pulse races and you realize with absolute certainty that youâre going to be kissed for the first time.
Because I want to know people. REALLY KNOW PEOPLE. I want to get inside them and learn their dark places and discover the strange ways our edges fit together. I want to learn and teach and create and grow and grow.
Because I want to offer support and ask for support and be strong together and be weak together.Â
Because I have so much strength to offer, it feels stifling to mould my energy to one solitary partnerâs needs.Â
Because I have so many weaknesses, so many imperfections, so many egregious flaws, insecurities, and doubts, it feels unfair to foist them all on one, lonely human, to demand that they understand me perfectly, that they always be enough.Â
Because I see humans like prisms, refracting their personalities like light, and because I gain nourishment for each band of color within myself from different people and different experiences.
Because nothing in the world feels more natural to me than kissing my friends. Or holding my friends. Or fucking my friends.
Because I want to live in a warm. bolstering place in this cold, touch-starved world. And Iâve managed to create one for myself.
Because itâs worth the effort it takes to make it work, and my work to maintain my lifestyle has nourished the best parts of me â honesty, self-knowledge, respect, bravery, and compassion.
Because why the hell are we on this poorly-insulated rock of a planet if we arenât going to grab life with both hands and have as many experiences as we possibly can?
Because this is who I am. This is what brings me joy. And who doesnât want to feel joyful?
screw the roses, give me the caneÂ
Less queer struggles more queer snugglesÂ
I greeted him at the door on 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.
He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.
I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle jingling as it fell to the floor.
He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to revisit my treasure.
His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.
He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.
He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.
The man who whispered in my ear of how i was âmarriage materialâ moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.
To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.
1. Get consent. 2. Give warning. 3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots 4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force) 5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe. 6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.
All that and the fucker never even gave me a single orgasm.
Too important not to reblog
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I am so sorry for what you experienced @ifitpleasuresme. Thank you for sharing this wake-up call.
Signal boost. If you go charging into a scene thinking you can act like they act in those gonzo BDSM porn loops, youâre a fool. Always keep the Safe in Safe, Sane, and Consensual. If you are not absolutely sure of what youâre doing in a scene, donât fucking do it.
