My whole life is thunder

This tumblr is run by me, a queer activist named Frank. Hello. It contains most things I'm into - theology, poetry, sitcoms, activism, and more. I set up my queue based on my dashboard and old liked posts. Everything nowadays is tagged carefully, please send an ask if it's not. Enjoy!

[suomi-finland-perkele]

Myllykoski, Pieni Karhunkierros Trail, Oulanka National Park - Finland

[missiur]

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

[neil-gaiman]

I’ve had many friends come out as trans over the last three decades. The people they become after their transition have struck me as happier, more centred, and more who-they-always-were-only-more-so than the versions of them that I met to begin with. I’m always impressed by their bravery in the face of a society that at best doesn’t make transitioning easy and at worse can be actively, even murderously, transphobic.

[vincekris]

Duane Michals The Once and Always now, 1998

[ghostspouse]

[longform]

An essay on understanding our character, worth, and limits.

Joan Didion | Vogue | Jun 1961

[nevver]

Good morning Vietnam, R̸K̸

[bizarreauhavre]

Charles Burns

[exceptindreams]

Different Ways to Pray | Naomi Shihab Nye

“Different Ways to Pray" Naomi Shihab Nye

There was the method of kneeling, a fine method, if you lived in a country where stones were smooth. The women dreamed wistfully of bleached courtyards,   hidden corners where knee fit rock. Their prayers were weathered rib bones, small calcium words uttered in sequence, as if this shedding of syllables could somehow   fuse them to the sky.

There were the men who had been shepherds so long   they walked like sheep. Under the olive trees, they raised their arms— Hear us! We have pain on earth! We have so much pain there is no place to store it! But the olives bobbed peacefully in fragrant buckets of vinegar and thyme. At night the men ate heartily, flat bread and white cheese,   and were happy in spite of the pain,   because there was also happiness.

Some prized the pilgrimage, wrapping themselves in new white linen   to ride buses across miles of vacant sand.   When they arrived at Mecca   they would circle the holy places,   on foot, many times, they would bend to kiss the earth and return, their lean faces housing mystery.

While for certain cousins and grandmothers the pilgrimage occurred daily,   lugging water from the spring or balancing the baskets of grapes. These were the ones present at births, humming quietly to perspiring mothers. The ones stitching intricate needlework into children’s dresses,   forgetting how easily children soil clothes.

There were those who didn’t care about praying. The young ones. The ones who had been to America.   They told the old ones, you are wasting your time.      Time?—The old ones prayed for the young ones.   They prayed for Allah to mend their brains, for the twig, the round moon, to speak suddenly in a commanding tone.

And occasionally there would be one who did none of this, the old man Fowzi, for example, Fowzi the fool,   who beat everyone at dominoes, insisted he spoke with God as he spoke with goats,   and was famous for his laugh.

[sosuperawesome]

Nicole Gustafsson on Tumblr and Etsy

[in-ter-val]

[shitpeoplesayintf2]

this blog is trans

[shitpeoplesayintf2]

like or rb this post to oppress cis people

[babypleasebaby]

KEITH HARING AND JUAN DUBOSE BY ANDY WARHOL, 1983

[caliphascheherazade]

— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

[whitneymuseum]

“How do I position myself? As long as homophobia still exists, I will continue to make work in relationship to my life and visibility”—Catherine Opie For over thirty years, Whitney Collection artist Catherine Opie has captured iconic photographs of people and places that are often overlooked, redefining the image of homosexuality.  In honor of Pride this month, we’re highlighting works from three Whitney Collection artists who have either identified with, or fought for, the rights of the LGBTQ community through their art practice.

[Catherine Opie (b. 1961), Jenny (Bed), 2009. Chromogenic print. Whitney Museum of American Art, New York; Purchase, with funds from the Photography Committee and The Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation. © Catherine Opie]

[thebootydiaries]

me: thinks about u

my heart: :o 💖✨💫💕💘⭐️💝🌟💚🌟💛✨💫💕💕💫💘⭐️🌟💗💝💓💛💕💖

[neil-gaiman]

I just read Good Omens and its now my favorite book. It turns out many of my friends have also read it and never told me about it. I feel betrayed, it’s literally everything I have ever wanted in a book.

There is a moral to this: Friends don’t let friends not read Good Omens.

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