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butts

yes

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bitch (affectionate)

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Reading HtN I was like: “aww, I see! This is all part of a clever scheme Harrow! What is your masterful endgame I wonder?”

And then it’s literally just:

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In the 1950’s drug stores not only filled your prescription, but there was usually a food counter, ice cream and coffee. My Great Uncle Angelo worked as a soda clerk in the New York suburbs where a man named Bill would come in and flirt with him.

At a time when being gay could cause you to be arrested, Bill and Angelo, fell in love and began their lives together by renting a home in Fire Island where they could escape on weekends.

They soon built a home and life together as part of a migration of gay men from NYC that was beginning to happen. It was a quieter time, decades before Stonewall or the heyday of the "gay 70's".

As time passed, they helped to build a growing gay community there, where men were free to be, share, and discuss life. They would reminisce about the days when sharply dressed gay men went to the Bon Soir to hear a 20-something Barbra Streisand.

My great Uncles Angelo and Bill were never legally married. Bill died of cancer before he could see gay marriage legalized. But they lived together their whole lives, spending winters in Manhattan, and summers in Fire Island.

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my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

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what would you define sex as? i know people say sex dosent have to involve genitals and you said boot polishing can be sex for some people but like. within this definition, when does something become sex? whats the line between something being sex and just being a sexual activity in this definition? like, would every activity that people get sexual pleasure from be sex? is it just, however the people doing it define it? like if two people holding hands consider it sex, would you call that sex?

(im not nessecarily disagreeing on genitals not needing to be involved, im just trying to learn more about queer sex politics and this has been something ive been genuinely so confused about)

oh sex is what happens when everyone agrees that the activity they're doing together is sex

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kind of a delayed mermay thing

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@Sportsnet: J.T. Miller wore Arturs Silovs' pink dress shirt at Canucks practice. 😂 (h/t @sportsnetmurph) | May 2, 2024

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one thing about espn is that they'll just randomly put up a label with a player's name like that's not what the jersey numbers are literally for

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Im so sorry but this is the funniest fucking thing

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A Bank of America guy worked 120 hour weeks for a month and died from a heart attack, or something, and now the Bank of America kids are threatening to strike, or something. They tell me they’re demanding a maximum hundred hour work week

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im sick of living in my head it sucks in here. wheres the door

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saw this polar bear picture and couldn't resist

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“beige flags” “trauma dump” “the ick” let me ask you this have you ever gone outside and marvelled at the beauty of the spider’s web