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Need everyone to see this please god see this its so good

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not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here

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Don't open a PM with a stranger with "hello".

1. You sound like a bot

2. You don't give anything to respond to

Try to say something nice and ask questions that the other person can respond to.

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join a server with a toxic matching pfp couple who fights in the public vc, wait for everyone to leave except those two, join the call, say nothing, open farm merge valley, say nothing, deafen, play farm merge valley. this will simulate being a kid in the backseat of a road trip playing ipad with headphones while your parents approach the divorce event horizon

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btw the biggest lie you will ever be told about being trans is that transitioning will make you ugly. that could not be further from the truth: i never got compliments on my appearance ever, but after i transitioned, began dressing like myself, wore my hair the way i wanted to, and especially started T, i have gotten more compliments than i ever have before in my life. people can tell when you look like yourself, like who you're meant to be. it's beautiful, attractive, and sexy. transition will not make you "ugly". it will make you yourself, and that's inherently beautiful

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original bubbline and bubbline yaoi we miss you

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Cozy leopard (Comm for Dash)

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remember those who could not make it to today. honor their memory. live for them.

this year, more than ever. remember those who have perished. live for them. live for yourself. existence is resistance

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On this Trans Day of Remembrance, please spare a moment to mourn trans people who died in the closet.

People who were misgendered in their eulogies.

People whose lives were cut short before they could bloom.

People whose secret clothes will be thrown out.

People who couldn't survive the oppressive forces of transphobia.

People who took their own lives because the suffering of the closet was too much for them to bear.

People who were forced from their homes or their jobs because of their genders and died on the streets, or in poverty, socially murdered.

People who could've lived if they had a safe, welcoming community.

People whose identities were disrespected, mocked, and hated both in life and in death.

People who died on a waiting list.

People who died before they could get on a waiting list.

People who were denied the opportunity to express themselves, to live as themselves.

People whose graves are desecrated with a deadname.

If you're out and reading this: Help your sisters, brothers, and siblings in the closet. Listen to them when they ask for your aid. Reach out to them. Buy them clothes. Send them money. Tell them things about your own transition. More than anyone else, closeted trans people need community and support.

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.

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I did an illustration for Trans Day of Remembrance today at work.

Our little community contains so much anger and grief, but it's because we love each other so fiercely. We remember our dead because their memory keeps us stubborn.

I love all of us today, and I hope you do too.

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Cincinnati’s Absinthe Lovers Chased The ‘Green Fairy’ In Their Own Midwestern Way

If you were to wander into one of Cincinnati’s tonier watering holes some evening in the 1890s, you would surely not be surprised to find beer on tap and a few bottles of rectified whiskey gracing the backbar shelves. A selection of fruit cordials and liqueurs might not raise an eyebrow. But absinthe?

It’s true. Cincinnati had its devotees of “La Fee Verte,” the “Green Fairy” so beloved of habitués of the Parisian demi-monde. According to the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette [4 February 1894]:

“Absinthe is a fascinating tipple. It is drunk in various forms in all the high class saloons and cafés in Cincinnati.”

In this particular review, the Commercial Gazette suggested that this infatuation was a relatively recent phenomenon:

“Absinthe has not been observed in the Cincinnati bars for a very long time. Within the past five years, however, it has gradually but surely made its way into the favor of the man who is fastidious in his habit of ingurgitation. At first, absinthe was used by the barkeepers to give an added flavor to a whisky cocktail. ‘A little whisky with a dash of absinthe’ is now an order that a barkeeper hears frequently.”

Finding absinthe in Cincinnati may have been a novelty for the reporter, but absinthe drinkers had been imbibing this ‘fascinating tipple’ for decades by then. An 1871 advertisement for Joseph R. Peebles’ Sons grocery – then still located at Fifth and Race Streets and not yet relocated to Peebles’ Corner – offered absinthe along with anisette and chartreuse. A steamboat manifest from that same year revealed that the J.H. Groesbeck was carrying two boxes of absinthe, shipped from New Orleans to August Fix, who ran a liquor store on Walnut Street. Typically, Cincinnati got its French culture filtered through New Orleans rather than direct from Paris.

While exotic French liqueurs were easily imported to Cincinnati, it appears that the hallowed ritual of absinthe preparation was less transportable. Per the Commercial Gazette:

“The American barkeeper has never mastered the art of dripping the water into the absinthe so patiently and thoroughly that the bitter oil of the liquor is slowly brought to the surface of the tiny liquor glass, from which it is carefully gathered with a spoon.”

Cincinnati’s bonifaces preferred a simple concoction of water, absinthe and a dissolved sugar cube. The locals didn’t seem to mind, and the Commercial Gazette approved:

“In this form absinthe is extremely attractive to the palate of the experienced tippler. As a ‘pick-me-up’ after a rather industrious night of drinking, it is unsurpassed. It soothes the discordant nerves, effectually removes the ‘deep seal brown taste’ that tipplers find in their mouths in the morning, and gives a ‘tone’ to the disordered stomach that is as insidiously soothing as the soft touch of a pellet of morphia.”

Diluted with water, sweetened with sugar, absinthe may have been “soothing,” but those who drank it straight were reputed to have cast-iron throats. Al Thayer’s 1894 book, “Pickings From Lobby Chatter” describes one such human:

“I saw an actor in one of our saloons, last week, take a tumbler, fill it to the brim with absinthe, and drink it down with a relish. Eugene Brown, who was in charge of the bar, offered him a paper of tacks to wash it down with.”

Because of that formidable scratch, absinthe most often appeared in Cincinnati libations mingled with a veritable pharmacopeia of liqueurs and bitters. The Cincinnati Post [20 October 1897] described one such concoction:

“The ‘brain duster’ is a local invention, and as you would judge from its name, is the right thing to get rid of the early morning cobwebs. It is made of absinthe, sugar, lemon juice, ice and whisky.”

Another Post reporter, interviewing a local barkeeper [21 July 1883], inquired why so many of his cocktail recipes called for a dash, or more, of absinthe.

“It is a wonderful stimulant for the brain, and is valuable to counteract nervous spells after long drunks. The absinthe used in the cocktail above mentioned is a powerful stimulant imported from France. Its main ingredient is oil of wormwood. It acts directly and powerfully on the brain, and is sometimes used to overcome sleepiness. Used to excess, it produces a peculiar and incurable brain disease resembling epilepsy, and soon puts a man in the deep box.”

Although failing to import the protracted ritual of absinthe presentation, America absolutely imported absinthe’s dangerous reputation. All the while Cincinnati drinkers were chasing the Green Fairy, legislators in France and the United States were conspiring to ban the liqueur altogether and succeeded in 1914. Cincinnati newspapers blamed absinthe for any crime committed by anyone who ever drank the stuff.

While the coroner concluded that Albert Strong, a Mount Auburn salesman, died from a morphine overdose, the local newspapers implied that a nearly empty bottle of absinthe in his room revealed the source of his suicidal outlook. Similarly, Guy Means, a medical student rooming on Ninth Street must have been “frenzied by the effects of absinthe” when he rushed into a neighboring doctor’s apartment and swallowed a bottle of morphine and a bottle of potassium bromide.

John Monpetit, a French Canadian living in the West End, allegedly gave up an absinthe addiction to join the Salvation Army, but relapsed and was thrown into the insane asylum when he attempted to paint his wife red. The courts awarded Margaret Bain a divorce from Ambrose Shaw, who had lost his position with the Emery real-estate development company because of his drunkenness. According to the Enquirer [12 February 1910]:

“Absinthe was his favorite drink, she said, and he became a slave to it.”

It wasn’t only the lowlifes and the bohemians who liked their absinthe. The Enquirer [5 March 1895] reported on a very formal dinner at the St. Nicholas Hotel for ex-Congressman Bellamy Storer. As the after-dinner speechifying began, cigars were lit and absinthe passed around in “frosted glass.”

Still, most local barkeeps followed the lead of Cincinnati Reds pitcher Jack Sutthoff who tended bar at a West End establishment during the off-season. A gang of Sutthoff’s pals showed up one evening, having conspired to order the most outrageously complicated beverages they could imagine, several involving absinthe. Sutthoff stared them down and issued an ultimatum:

“You guys’ll drink beer or whisky straight or you don’t drink.”

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i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping

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Cincinnatians Gobbled Up Tales Of Barnyard Freaks And Vegetable Monstrosities

As autumn leaves littered the increasingly wintry ground it was, in days gone by, the signal for newspapers to trumpet the latest freak of nature emerging from the local barnyards. Cincinnati editors gleefully pounced on any monstrosity – animal or vegetable – that wandered in from the hinterlands.

The Cincinnati Post [28 July 1897] published a drawing of an ear of corn shaped like a human arm. The bizarre cob had been discovered by Albert Sturm, a traveling salesman who lived at 2331 Grandview Avenue in East Walnut Hills. Mr. Sturm’s office was on Pearl Street in the Bottoms, so it is likely he purchased the errant ear at the Pearl Street Market. He placed his remarkable discovery on display at a saloon in the West End.

Intriguingly, a similar chiroform cob had been discovered precisely three years prior and highlighted with a detailed analysis by the Cincinnati Enquirer [28 July 1894]. The newspaper argued against a supernatural interpretation of the phenomenon:

“The peculiar formation of the ear is due to the production of doubled celled blossoms, such as occur in almost every form of plant life. Pumpkins and squashes have been known to take on the likeness of the human face and the root of the mandrake assumes the form of a man with startling fidelity. This is the first time on record that the useful and nourishing corn plant ever tried anything in that direction. It was the general impression among the ignorant when the freak appeared, that it signified that the arm of the Lord had been stretched forth to destroy the world. This, of course, was based upon immature study of the Bible.”

Curious shapes afflicted all sorts of vegetables. W.G. Langdale, of Milford, Ohio, borrowed a most peculiar potato from a baker located in Lawrenceburg, Indiana, according to the Cincinnati Post [16 December 1903]. The spud was not only generally canine-shaped, but specifically resembled a popular cartoon dog at the time, known as Doc. Mr. Langdale allowed the Post to photograph the poochified potato, but insisted his ownership was temporary and that it would shortly be returned to its rightful owner.

Another animal-shaped potato was dug up a year earlier in Dayton, Kentucky, the Enquirer [26 November 1902] reported. This tuber was shaped like an almost perfect imitation of a frog and weighed three pounds. As was often the disposition of such curiosities back then, the weird vegetable was placed on display at Joe Walpert’s saloon.

The Cincinnati Post [24 November 1892] carried news of a Kentucky farmer who planned to send to the Chicago World’s Fair a potato he grew shaped very much like a fist:

“It is an exact counterpart of a clinched fist. The fingers, knuckles, joints and nails are distinctly defined, and where it connects with the vine it has widened out, resembling a human wrist.”

Such oddball entities were not confined to the vegetable kingdom. Cincinnatians gobbled up any reports of animals exhibiting any features out of the ordinary, including some truly suspicious yarns.

Take the dubious tale spun by the Enquirer [22 February 1870] about a little girl, who found a little turtle down by a little creek. Unlike most similar stories, in which the little girl raises her cute shellback hostage as a pet, this minion of the netherworld decided she wanted only the pretty shell, so she gave the turtle to her mother, who promptly decapitated the thing and began eviscerating it.

“After a while the heart was taken out, and excited no little curiosity from the fact that it was beating still, although some time had elapsed since the turtle’s life was supposed to be ended by taking off its head.”

Mom, possessed of the same morbid curiosity as her demonic offspring, stuck the beating turtle heart on a needle and watched it continue to throb for the next four and a half days! Tiring of this macabre entertainment, the mother tossed the still-beating turtle heart into the back yard, where it was promptly devoured by an old grey hen.

End of story? Of course not! Several days later, the family chicken laid an egg, which was gathered up for the family’s breakfast.

“The mother took ‘Biddy’s’ egg, opened it, and in the very center of it found the identical heart which had been thrown away previously, and in as perfect a condition as ever. She could hardly believe her eyes, and so she called her husband and children, all of whom were satisfied that it was the same heart, as the needle punctures were still plainly visible.”

Cincinnati was a key market town for farmers throughout the Tri-State region, not only because of our various street markets, but due to a thriving wholesale business. Often, commission merchants found some marvel among their shipments and took it “on ‘Change” the next day – in other words, to the Merchants Exchange at the Chamber of Commerce. Such was the case with a chicken displayed on ‘Change and reported to the Cincinnati Gazette [22 April 1895]. This hen’s special trait was undiscovered until it had been plucked.

“In addition to having a naturally formed head, with two perfect eyes, the fowl was found after being dressed to have two more perfectly formed eyes, with perfect eyelids, one on either side of the oil sack above the tail.”

After entertaining the commission agents for a couple of days, the bird was donated to the Society of Natural History for preservation.

Fred Beineke raised goats at his place on Berlin Street (now Woodrow Street) in Lower Price Hill. One day, according to the Enquirer [28 August 1890] two normal kids and a caprine monstrosity were born in his shed. The poor thing sported two conjoined heads.

“It has four eyes, two mouths, two tongues! Its ears are set back further than usual. While all regularly formed goats have no upper teeth – only a hard gum – this one has a set in the upper jaw of each head, making it have four sets of teeth. In the middle of the two heads there is one eye-socket, with two eye-balls.”

Almost every day, the local papers published items about animals born with extraneous limbs or appendages, so six-legged horses, five-legged cows, four legged-ducks and pigs with four ears were almost a normal occurrence in the annual autumnal freak show.

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yeah i'm wlw (wench loving wench)

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