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adventures in queerness, faith, gender, community, non-monogamy, mental health, recovery, love, friendship, snapshots, poems, outdoors, cats.

[bipolarowl]

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Quickest way to piss me off about mental health is to inquire if I’ve taken my medication at all, but especially if I’m experiencing a tough emotion.

[zizicat]

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This will always be my favorite gifset. Ever.

[onceuponamirror]

im morally obligated to reblog this every time i see it

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I REMEMBER LAUGHING SO HARD AT THIS IT’S BACK

[sassygayassassin]

I’ve never seen this before until now but it’s going on my blog

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I’ve been rewatching #Dexter and this is perfect

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Haikus I wrote for specific humans

I did this on Facebook and liked many of the results. The numbers are numbers each person selected is how they know it’s their haiku.

7:

the heart haloes

the spirit of the matter:

the heart spins, a top.

26:

you are the sunlight

you are the moon and i am

awestruck by your shine

196,354,285 and 3/8ths:

ninja, a xeljanz

commercial brings home a

guinea pig. a smile.

9:

divine mother earth:

children’s tiny hands dig in

dirt, miraculous.

11:

dark corners. a rare

burst of light. the horizon

calls. you go further.

9,000:

purple sunset lit

by the fabric of cosmos

trees raise arms, valor.

3.14159265:

the book in your hands

lends lightness to your eyes. a

shining shining light

14:

fingers that touch. air.

whispering. serenity,

the blooming blossoms.

33:

stars skip a beat, the

stunning wet night breathes holy

candor. bend toward it.

17:

learning by touching.

life brings by a red rose. the

similarities.

989:

bravery and courage:

you need both, have both. thoughts are

ringing in your ears.

3.14:

single pluck of a

harp string. stunning in silence.

stunning full color.

8:

beautiful summer,

hot pavement, smell of rain; sun

slips down the window.

22:

blue haired, and kind, you

reminded me of a plant.

sun-soaked and happy.

30:

we sat on the hill

looked out over the rural

dreamland below us

[lovberry]

https://instagram.com/p/BhUbn8sBXmk/

[zapatos]

I love anything that looks like a galaxy.

[lvndscpe]

Monsols, France | by Clément M.

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Freddie Mercury on the set of ‘I Want To Break Free’ video, 1984

Photo by Simon Fowler

[azrael-the-lucifan]

This video is amazing. If you haven’t seen it watch it right now. If you have seen it, watch it right now.

[thisisgoodfruit]

[fadeau]

[brandistrickland]

Brandi Strickland Cave Garden II Collage, gouache, acrylic, and colored pencil on board, 2013, 14" x 11" print

[cabinporn]

Frontenac County, Ontario

Mason cabin, a 160 sq/f hike-in backcountry wilderness retreat on 576 pristine acres. Available to rent.

Designed and built by cabinscape.com / @cabinscape

[theguilteaparty]

When you finally find the energy to do stuff

[nastymanprincess]

Reblog and the universe will grant you the spoons you need to do that thing you’ve been meaning to do

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Sunday morning coffee. Though it is 1pm.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“You can only grow if you’re willing to feel awkward and uncomfortable when you try something new.”

— Brian Tracy

[aureliawrenn]

Liam (they/them), Digital Photograph, 2018

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My talented friend Aurelia was lovely enough to take this picture at my gig last night.

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BOARDWALK

the deep

silence

paints me

a shade

of sallow

morning rises

i feel you

beating

a hasty retreat

from our unfolding

intimacies

i sense the distance

of 3,000 miles

to the ocean

where your

feet will crunch

down on seashells

breaking them to a

loose-leaf alabaster

i’ve lost my

cutting edge

if there’s a crack

in the silence

i can see right

through it

to where the

light peers in

waiting its turn on

a boardwalk

of edges in

the shadow

of the busted

ferris wheel

above

a roaring tide

the clown fish

breathes underwater

i cannot breathe

the cacophony

of my body

of my eyes

and the chaos

of the sinking

ships along the

water. the whales

sing. i on the

heavier hand

sing the body

electric

but it falls

dubbed

on your ears

hearing but

unsolved

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Love in the Time of PrEP

by Jacques J. Rancourt

To see more clearly,

we climbed the shifting sands

of the volcano. We read

in the guidebook that we might

be haunted if the mist & the light

were just right. Sure enough,

a rainbow haloed my head’s

shadow. Brocken spectre

it’s called, & “Isn’t this awesome,”

my husband the dork said. He was thinking

about science again, about how

light & water particles

bounce & interact & refract

against each other, whereas I,

the melodramatic poet, saw

some paranormal visitor, some queer saint.

In bed, my husband

tells me that in the ’90s

he had a choice: either to kill himself

or to come out & die from aids.

Time moves like bluffs,

like erosion. It flattens to rift & split.

It carves down the precipice

like the runoff we clambered up

to find the path had already

deteriorated. I hiked in just my flip-flops,

& when the thong broke

I hiked in just my bare feet.

Let’s go back some day. Let’s go back

to where the ocean’s panorama

was endless & shimmering,

where the violets bursting forth

were reminders that the world

will go on generously without us.

In bed I kiss you

between your shoulder blades & say,

“I’m glad you’re here.” North of us

two Berkeley freshmen

are skipping class. They are learning.

They are taking turns

taking each other raw, as if they alone

discover something new,

as if none of this

had ever happened. Do they even know

their own history? Do I?

Jacques J. Rancourt