please support this interracial french gay couple and their 20 kids
And I immediately read this in my head as an update to the Madeline books in which the orphans are now raised by the above interracial gay couple:
“In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines
Livedtwelvetwenty little girls in two straight lines…”Bringing this back for Father’s Day
Month: June 2017
It’s Pride Month
Shout out to neurodivergent lgbt people that get too overwhelmed to go to pride parades.
Shout out to neurodivergent lgbt people that doubt their sexuality/gender because of their neurodivergence.
Shout out to neurodivergent lgbt people that will never feel safe enough to come out.
Shout out to neurodivergent lgbt people that have come out and faced backlash for it.
Shout out to neurodivergent lgbt people that are told that who they love and/or who they are is just a “symptom”.
We’re real. We’re here. We’re valid. We’re proud.
*likes your personal post that i don’t fully understand or have context for just so you know i’m listening and i care about you*
things i should be doing: my 8 page paper which is due tonight
things i’m doing instead: watching puppy videos on youtube
http://www.amazon.com/Bisexual-Spaces-Geography-Sexuality-Gender/dp/0415930839
I stumbled across an interesting story about the years-long struggle over the name of Northampton’s Pride march the other day.
In 1988, members of the Valley Bisexual Network approached the Northampton Lesbian and Gay Pride March Committee, requesting that the name be changed to the Lesbian, Gay and Bisexual Pride March.
They didn’t have time to change the name on anything that spring, but in the fall, the committee agreed unanimously to change the name for the 1989 march.
The local lesbian community was divided between people who were totally in favor of this, and people who saw it, essentially, as a dangerous invasion of basically-straight potential rapists into a space that they’d prefer didn’t even have gay men in it.
Drama ensued.
Members of the anti-bi segment of the lesbian community came to the very first Pride committee meeting the next year to try to get the name changed back. When that didn’t work, they wrote letters to local and even national lesbian publications, rallying people against bisexual inclusion.
“Bisexual” was removed from the name of the 1991 march, in a complete hot mess of terrible Discourse.
Bisexuals were accused of stealing gay and lesbian resources because the speakers, that year that they were explicitly included, were a white bi man and a white straight woman. (The fact that both were white was, evidently, completely irrelevant and not a big deal; the problem was that neither of them was a lesbian.) They were told that bisexual inclusion clearly meant lesbian exclusion, even though every other performer and emcee that year was gay or lesbian.
Bisexuals were labeled as “allies” to the gay/lesbian community, and told they should march as such.
Bisexuals were told they were “parasites attaching themselves to the Lesbian community,” which was “doing all the work.”
Bisexuals were told that they were rapists, or brought rape with them; that as long as the March was not specifically Lesbian Space it would not be any safer from “heterosexual violence” than the recent Take Back the Night March in which someone was raped afterward was.
I don’t even know when “Bisexual” was restored to the name. It’s now the LGBT Pride Parade, which is something; and in 2011, longtime bisexual activist @robynochs was one of the Grand Marshals; they had one for each of the four letters in their acronym that year. But if you are interested in the play-by-play of the hideous early-90s drama, I’ve transcribed the description from Clare Hemmings’s Bisexual Spaces: A Geography of Sexuality and Gender below.
your annual reminder that “you’re not really like us, you’re basically straight, you should just work to be our allies” was bi discourse – and still is – and trans discourse, although Northampton hadn’t even gotten that far yet – long before it was ace discourse.
The Best April Fools’ Prank (That I Shall Ever Do)
Once upon a time, I decided that it was my solemn obligation to prank my friends before we graduated.
So…I made Hogwarts Acceptance letters. A lot of them. Because who isn’t still waiting for their freaking letter to arrive?
My hand hated me so much. Also, cursive G is the worst.
Letters were posted. All was well.
Until this happened…
What the-?
This is literally the best thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
Capoeira.
That’s probably a superpower.
Fuck it up !
Disguised as dancing
African slaves in Brazil would practice this capoeria as a fighting style
It’s about fucking time
They tried to word the title like it was bad, but that’s exactly where I want my tax dollars going. That and education.
american culture is
- i have a structured settlement, and i need cash now! CALL JG WENTWORTH, 877-CASH-NOW!!!!
- if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with mesothelioma you may be entitled to financial compensation
- give your child a head start for just PENNIES A DAY!!!!
Wild Cats Play Fighting











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