You had no idea I left but I've returned to post more fruity little images that may or may not be horny sometimes
So first of all we have my recreation of Edvin Ryding as a pencil sketch. I think I did quite well in my terms of quality.
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You had no idea I left but I've returned to post more fruity little images that may or may not be horny sometimes
So first of all we have my recreation of Edvin Ryding as a pencil sketch. I think I did quite well in my terms of quality.
my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"
OP the tags!!
got my first ever official customer complaint because when i was going over the terms of their life insurance they were like "well i don't plan to die" and i was like "well you're going to"
idk how to explain it but im never truly comfortable with the way people insinuate that all older folks are inherently bigoted. it always feels like it kind of hand-waves away personal responsibility like ohhhh grandpa cant help homophobic, hes old. well ive met plenty of older folks who are normal about gay people. i think grandpa could be better. i think we should hold grandpa to higher standards.
irritating as fuck when people get mad at Black people existing in premodern historical fiction/fantasy media. like first of all, you're racist. and second of all, you are acting as though Black people didn't exist in premodern Europe which is simply false. especially when we're talking about the Mediterranean, like what the fuck do you people think is along the southern half of the Mediterranean Ocean?? everyone's on boats, there are GOING to be interactions with Black people in Northern Africa, and there are GOING to be Black people in Mediterranean Europe. stop being stupid. your imagined homogeneous white European past is not historical reality, get over it you massive losers
number theory* diagram
these relationships are always increasing numbers as well. so obviously we need six eleven to mean somethimg
imagine if that's the date it finally happens
Something I like I live by
I AM ALIVE
A quote from a book I really like
Happy Pride Month everyone! Remember 4 months ago when the CEO of this platform harassed and chased a trans woman off this website just for posting her transition timeline, then chased her to other social media platforms to continue harassing her, and threatened to call the FBI if she continued disputing the multiple dubious terminations of her blogs that did not violate tumblr's terms of service in any way? And despite tumblr staff insisting that the CEO was acting against their interests, the broad transmisogyny evident in the site's culture and moderation policy has still not been adequately addressed?
Remember that staff is continuing to nuke the blogs of trans women even after all of this. Remember this post when they call this site the queerest place on the internet again this month
It's 2 years later. It's gotten worse. Happy pride month.
It looks like poetry is words in
Funny
Little
Lines
And people decide their meaning
I guess what is art if not
Funny
Little
Lines
That people give meaning too
I wonder why people can't see people in massive
strips of land
And decide if their human
my aunt is watching some generic daytime tv talkshow and the hosts are very cheerfully going "yknow this AI thing isnt actually as cool as i thought it was- i keep noticing the google overview getting facts wrong! isnt that weird?" and its very funny watching regular middle aged people finally catch on. we did it lads it took long enough.
Strange racists and homophobes on the internet seem to have access to an alternate way cooler version of TV than me. "every white character on TV is in an interracial relationship" "every show has a gay couple in it" "main characters keep having to secretly be bisexual and nonbinary" "every show has gratuitous full frontal nudity" like damn promise?? What channel???
as a black gay person real like where y'all be finding this stuff pass the name
for real though, those DO NOT WATCH OR YOU'LL CORRUPT YOUR CHILDREN lists put out by conservative christian family groups is where I find all the stellar tv shows. Like, shit I didn't know half of those existed, thanks for finding them for me, gonna go watch 30 hours of gay tv now!
I think I know how this works.
For personal context, before I went to the '98 Burning Man festival, one of the things I'd read from a couple different journalists was that "everybody" runs around naked. Which, fine by me, I'd already spent a lot of time in clothing-optional spaces, I'm not fanatic about it but it's nice.
So I got there early and set up a public shade structure on one of Black Rock City's main roads and spent most of each afternoon just watching the crowds go by. I don't remember seeing more than one actually naked person the whole week. I think a topless woman passed by my intersection maybe every half an hour, sometimes once an hour. So why in the hell were people, normally pretty smart and observant writers, coming away with the impression that everybody was naked?
Then I remembered an unrelated passage from Joel Garreau's great book about the history of the outer-ring suburbs, Edge City. Mall developers told him flat-out that they tried to keep the crowds in their malls less than 5% black. Not because they themselves were racist, but because they had determined, experimentally, that if more than 5% of the people in the mall are black, the median white shopper will wrongly describe the mall as at least half black, as mostly black. And not a few of them would describe it, at 6% black, as a mall where "only black people go." Why?
Because, emotionally, they were still upset over the last one when the next one came into view.
Same as the journalists describing Black Rock City as all naked. Same as the right-wing religious culture warriors describing television as entirely mixed-race and gender non-conforming. Not because it's even vaguely true, we know that, but because they haven't gotten over their discomfort over the last one by the time the next one comes along. The anger, not the stimulus, is the part that's continuous, so their mind lies to them that it's "all" the thing they can't get over.
Similar effect for the presence/proportion of women in things, by the way: https://health.howstuffworks.com/mental-health/human-nature/perception/how-17-equals-496-the-amazing-multiplying-women.htm
I don't have any particular interest in being social or talking. I never really have. Even so I loom over the conversation, right outside the sphere of interaction. I don't mind it, yet I still yearn for it. I'm not sure if I haunt the few people I find attractive as a means to know them or follow them to the people that won't be hasty with my constant aura. My constant watching. It seems I long for a guy who is more confident than myself. For years I've been the guy who genuinely just stares at people in class. An odd one out. But I have to change that. My face remains stiff but I try to leverage my smile into kindness and a calm demeanor. Even so, I don't really change. I feel indifferent to the interactions of others. I don't think I want anymore friends than I want a boyfriend. Which I guess is unfair to the ones I watch. They're ever present nonetheless.
When does one run out of words to say?
In a tomb
Or in a bed
A coffin
No, no
They still have something to say
I still have meaning
Words to say
They are rotting
Crumbling underneath the weight of time
Weight of plans and trials
But they had meaning
I was here I say
We were all here
For all time and no time
Are part to play on this stage
We moved through time
Across the stage
The stage is rotting
Moldy and green
Oozing a thick black sludge
Made of bones and blood
Cracks in the bones
That spelt words
Those bones were loved once
Spoilt dry blood was loved once
It remembers
The stage is rotting.
I'll take every excuse to stay here and hear you keep talking. Maybe I would say that to anyone
I don't think I can handle much more optimism
I'm standing still
Everything around me is moving
I'm spiraling
I'm unbalanced
I can't keep up that mask
It falls off
Made of strips of papermatcha
It can barely even dry before it falls to pieces
When the world spins around me I see everything
A little bit all at once
I hate how their feet remain unmoving
Faces of stone
Carved into perfect smiles
Eyes unmoving
They wish to not see it all around them
I don't blame them
But I can't live like this
But I am alive
you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life