itâs 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead theyâre all dead
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itâs 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead theyâre all dead
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Not sure how you could interpret this information as landlords being the ones facing a crisis, but go off.
Perfect analogies donât belong in the tags!
things that are enjoyable:
showers
things that are not enjoyable:
getting in the shower
getting out of the shower
(guy who hasnt eaten today voice) no no im fine its just yknow the horrors. yeah theyre unending again
I know this might be a really hot take, but I got to say it anyway: Iâm happy Yaz and the Doctor didnât kiss.
Now let me explain myself before all the Thasmin shippers come for my blood. Thirteen was ace coded from the moment she was tossed out of the TARDIS in her former selfâs clothes. She was a little enby goblin (affectionate) who ran around with chaos in her wake and often forgot she was even in a female body.
Did she love Yaz? Yes, I think she did, and Yaz loved her. But if they suddenly tossed the Doctor into a romantic situation I think she would just freeze like a deer in headlights and not know what to do. And I think Yaz figured that out and respected the Doctorâs boundaries, even if she was romantically attracted to the Doctor.
Thirteen was never really the touchy-feely type. She had one awkward hug with Yazâs mum (and was really confused when she was asked if she and Yaz were dating; the Doctor couldnât seem to grasp the concept) and she hugged Jack and Yaz after being away for so long. And that was it.
And before people start shouting that this was queerbaiting, I donât think it was. I think Yaz came to understand the Doctorâs comfort level and respected it. If Yaz had insisted on a physical aspect of their relationship it would have driven a wedge between them.
Their ending was perfect just the way it was. And thereâs enough wiggle room in their ice cream eating date that we have no idea how long lasted so you guys can go nuts on AO3 if you like ;)
sorry Alan Rickman thereâs a new greatest Rasputin in town
My mom just sent me this picture of my dogâŠI guess we got a lot of snow, then
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Gay flag but itâs colorpicked from footage of Björk beating up a journalist thatâs been following her for 4 days during her arrival in Bangkok, 1996
I made a Disaster Bi pride flag.
Finally. A flag perfect for me.
When youâre bi, but youâre dissociating
"I identify as a trans woman, or just plain woman. In everyday life, of course, itâs woman, but if people ask, I tell them Iâm trans. I donât hide it exactly, but I donât wear it on my forehead either. The first time I realized there was something fishy going on was in second grade and we were having a school play and doing Heidi. I wanted the lead part and the teacher said, âNo, thatâs only for girls.â And of course I knew I was a boy, but I didnât realize that boys couldnât do things like that. At the age of fourteen, I was left alone in the house for a summer and went up in the attic and found some of my motherâs old clothes and discovered I enjoyed dressing in them. After college, I went abroad to Denmark and decided to try denial. You just get busy with other things and then you donât have to worry about your identity.
I met a woman that summer, Edith, that I eventually married. After we were married for about a year and a half, I realized, âThis is not working, I need to be who I am.â So I outed myself to her. In those days, of course, the only label we had for it was transvestism. By 1980, when I was forty years old, I knew I wanted to transition, but I didnât tell Edith. Somehow I got wind, I think through a television show, that if you wanted to transition you are required to get a divorce first. They didnât want to foster lesbian couples being married legally. So, I wasnât going to do that. I was too much in love. The two of us were married altogether forty-six years. So I waited, and then in 1993, she found out she had cancer. Of course, then I knew that this was not a time to transition. She died in 2008. I came out publicly as transgender in 2012.
After Edith died, I was alone here in the house. It just got empty, very empty, very fast. And so I knew I needed to do something. I met Stephanie, a transgender woman, at the Emerald City Social Club. She was homeless at the time, so I said, âWhy donât you move in?â And then we started taking in other girls, too. Since then, Iâve had over thirty girls go through the house at one time or another, some for shorter periods, others for longer periods. I think itâs a worthwhile effort. Iâm trying to give people a little bit of safe space and respite from the anxieties of homelessness.
As you grow old, you fear the unknown. You can end up needing care. By inviting people to come stay with me, I have someone to at least look after me on a daily basis and make sure that Iâm not falling through the cracks. This whole house has served in some ways as a model because, as far as I know, itâs the first trans house. The model is simple: if you can, open your house to others. As I say, we donât have a homeless problem, we have a hospitality problem. We can still be effective doing what we can even if we regret itâs not enough."
Amy, 77, Seattle, WA, 2016