BIG PHOTOSETS FOREVER FOR THEY ARE MUCH HARDER TO IGNORE / a lot of these don’t have hi-res versions available, but i still want to post them
This was not an exaggeration. The government ignored the issue of HIV/AIDS for years before anything was done. Gay and Queer communities had to form their own clinics because no government agencies cared for them. Back then, being diagnosed was equivalent to a death sentence or extreme debt and poor quality of life/a significantly shortened lifespan.
Things got so desperate that people literally had “Die-Ins”— in contemporary usage this refers to masses of people simulating death in order to protest something (like the War in Iraq). In this case, however, fatally sick people would literally lie down in public places and protest with what little energy they had left until they died. There is some footage of a church Die-In in the documentary Beyond Stonewall. The middle image here of that person’s jacket is not an extreme political statement; it’s what people had to do because they had no other options.
My point is, here on this blog, because I control the space and the content, I can choose not to engage them.
The problem is, these people are real people. They do not exist…
BOUT DAY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING TODAY?
I’m going to IPR Jtown (Johnstown PA) in their first ever home bout (Coalminer’s Slaughters vs. highland Heartbreakers).
I’m so excited bc their founder is a super sweet ref who I love working with. *AND* I get to see some of the awesome derby family I’ve put together. <3
Ladies and gentlemen of Fuckyeahhistorycrush, I put to you Alexis Soyer, the Victorian celebrity chef, kitchen gadget genius, best selling author, Crimean war hero, philanthropist and oh yes— a man all but disappeared in the eyes of history.
Soyer was born in France, got kicked out of school young and began working in kitchens by his early teens. At the age of 20 he was already the second cook to the French Prime Minister.
He moved to England during the revolution in 1830 and ended up cooking for bucket tons of nobility. He became the Chef de Cuisine at the Reform Club in London, where he invented a few little whimsical kitchen things like, oh, COOKING WITH GAS, cold water refrigerators, and adjustable temperature ovens. Yes, you read that right. People used to take guided tours of his famous kitchens.
In addition to this, darling Soyer sought to open soup kitchens (the first of their kind) to feed the poor during the Irish potato famine. In the Crimean war, he joined the troops on his own dime, invented the camping stove, and taught an entire regiment of soldiers how to make something from nothing.
He died young, virtually unknown and damn, DAMN, can we just talk about those lips and eyes?
This is my Fitblr!
Basically why I didn’t work out yesterday.Leg was too much in pain. Because of waiting and NOT TRYING TO KILL MYSELF LIKE OTHER CRAZY PEOPLE BE DOING ALL FOR THE SAKE OF FITTING INTO A SOCITAL MOLD I TOOK A DAY OFF AND NOW I FEEL GREAT AND IS GOING TO KICK ASS TODAY.
This is fantastic! What a gigantic “f*ck you” to all the damaging “fitspo” out there. Respect your body and yourself, and know when enough is enough! <3
Anonymous asked: Are feminists deliberately blind to the misandry in the world or is it a flaw they can't help?
We can’t help it. We all have a condition. You see, when one is affected by systematic misogyny in every aspect of one’s daily life, one develops the inability to feel sorry for guys who feel oppressed because they are expected to pay for dinner. Or when guys mistake the negative effects of misogyny on men for a non-existent institution, then decide to blame women for it, instead of working with them. We can’t help but laugh at that response too.
[A transparent, headless female mannequin filled with dozens of babydoll limbs and heads, aka “How Republicans view women”]
That is such a frightening idea but it sounds exactly right.
bolded for accuracy
Can I just…
life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.” months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”