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Look folks. The 80-year-old leather daddies that you see marching in our Pride parade in MPLS with a huge Leather Pride flag watched a ton of their friends die while our government and our society laughed at them. Their Leather families were sometimes their only families. 1/ People who are too young to remember AIDS need to take several steps back and learn some queer history. Those folks deserve our respect, and deserve our collective joy that they can be who they are now, and our collective grief that so many of them are gone.2/ Queers have been indicating to each other through various means since forever that they are queer whether it's where they're wearing their keys, or what color their bandana is, because they were afraid of getting killed by people If they were more overt, and rightfully so. 4/ Pride is the only time where we get to collectively publicly celebrate our queer elders who died so that we could stand here, and take advantage of the full freedom they fought for, such as it is. Erasing kink and especially Leather from Pride erases parts of our history. 5/ If you don't like it, don't go. If you don't want to have conversations with your kids about our dead elders and why those leather daddies are dressed like that, don't go. There are kid-friendly events all over the place. But corporate Pride is not our history. 6/ A lot of people want to enjoy the benefits that our elders fought and died for, without honoring the history, and frankly it's fucking gross. And it's gross that so many people are so loudly proclaiming their ignorance, and their lack of love for our elders. 7/ If you think Leather and kink don't have a place at Pride, you are not my ally. Just say you want to have a big party with all of the free stuff, and a giant parade, without having to learn anything about our history, and leave.

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If sexual activity between same-gender people became illegal, the police would be the ones enforcing those laws.

That's why police are not welcome at Pride. Pride is for unconditional supporters, not for those who would become enemies as soon as they're ordered to.

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Brendan Fraser wins the award for Best Actor, “The Whale” at the 28th Annual Critics’ Choice Awards

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Hey man. Whats going on down there.

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die french

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i don’t care how rich i get i will never stop shoplifting small items from big stores because it’s funny

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sometimes psychosis is having complex delusions of granduer and other times it's having the female voice say "systematic homosexual" in a drawn out whisper while you're trying to sleep

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*removes headphones to make sure random ass noise was part of the song and not psychosis*

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some rock singer with depression and anxiety: im CRAZY!! i should be locked up!!! *does a video in a straitjacket*

my schizophrenic ass:

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miles obrien tribute break stuff

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@mothercain by tenshiheaven

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Princess Mononoke’s mother wolf Moro and Howl’s Moving Castle’s Witch of the Waste are both voiced by a famous singer and drag queen Akihiro Miwa.

Akihiro Miwa (born in 1935) is one of the most prominent queer icon in Japanese history, who survived the atomic bombing of Nagasaki (his hometown) during WW2.

This clip is from a document How Princess Mononoke Was Born (1998)

Here’s a video clip of the finishes scene in the movie between Moro and Ashitaka.

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My dad died two weeks ago And I search for a hawk I test my gut I kiss the top of his urn like I kissed his dead forehead in the moment after The feeling of his skin under my lips Chalked with cooling sweat

I stand in the middle of a field and pretend to pray I chicken out halfway to belief I reach out my arms and pretend I can feel energy pulsing in the wheat stalks I read my horoscope and go back to work

My sister and I listen to the voicemails he left us While we drive to the restaurant We listen to the voicemails he left us He left us I hear him in the crackle in the static

I wait for assurance I check my stomach every hour for knowing His funeral flowers have barely begun to wilt That must be a sign There is a storm flashing low in the distance That must be a sign The wind on the back of my neck is warm And it must be a sign

I drink a rum and coke and call it tribute Instead of coping

I touch a soft belly of a raspberry And it feels just like his lower lip as I fed him his pills one by one Just a few days before

I pluck each berry Place them in my bucket And they each become a new mouth A gallons worth of him dying again and again I pick raspberries and smell the breeze and wait for a sign

There’s a spider Just like there had been a spider every day Nestled in between the brambles Hanging from the side mirror of his SUV Dangling in front of my face on the car ride home I make believe my father is sending me spiders I make belief

I’m supposed to feel something, right?

I sneak into the basement and search for him in the rafters You know I looked it up And cremation doesn’t actually produce ash Instead the skin and muscle burn away entirely Leaving just the weakened skeleton which is thrown into a blender Crushed And returned to you

My father becomes the margarita I want to order at the bar My father becomes snow After he died the summer was gone And all I can do is wait I walk into his room and hold up his glasses They creak like they are still expecting a face

His mother brings me a photograph Of him as a teenager And his mouth is open Wide with laughter And in this moment I am the one who doesn’t exist.

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This is what Rasputin would've wanted.

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I don't wanna be a functional member of society I wanna be someone's toy