New Medium publication for erotica and erotic romance, so this Pride Month you can put forward some of your fiction!
If you've been looking for somewhere other than Ao3 to branch out with your original work from fanworks, definitely give this a look!
Submission guidelines are outlined here:
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the drag explosion: new york city’s drag scene of the 1980s and 90s
photos by linda simpson — thedragexplosion.com
people are so cute. ever since i've gotten my tattoo, i'll have random people come up to me and ask how my tattoo's healing, and that's just adorable. i'll just do a little a shuffle to get my layers of clothes out of the way and then show them and then we'll just grin at each other and be on our merry way. just cute stuff
tbh I think so much of the harm that is attributed to porn can be explained by the complete and utter lack of kink education in most people's lives, leaving them to explore hard kinks while lacking any context for safe engagement with those kinks. but you know people would flip their lid if they were told the solution was "mandatory kink education in sex ed" and not "all porn banned immediately"
they should play wuthering heights in the club so the girlies can be freaky and spooky
I've seen this before, but it's been years and it just came across my Twitter in its dying days. The words are from a favorite author of mine, Maggie Stiefvater, and they are the words I most need to hear when it comes to dealing with chronic pain and illness. I didn't need this the first time I saw it, six years ago. I need it now. Maybe you do, too.
the black swan is a large waterbird primarily found in australia, along with being popular in waterfowl collections throughout the world. black swans are very well known for displaying homosexual behavior; up to a quarter of all black swan pairings are same-sex. surprisingly, this can be beneficial to the overall population of swans; it isn’t unusual for a female to temporarily mate with one male of a same-sex pair, then leave the eggs in the males’ care. black swans don’t have a particularly high rate of successful fledging - 30% - but for chicks in the care of same-sex parents, that rate drastically rises to an 80% chance of success. it’s believed that this is due to responsibilities being distributed more evenly than in opposite-sex pairs, leading to overall more successful parenting.
i haven't been ill in 4 years and i'm about to make it everyone's problem
caught a cold from standing in the rain the other day and was wondering whatever in the fuck was up with my immune system, but then remembered i got a tattoo and that said immune system is kinda busy trying to heal that bruise
— E. E. Cummings, Etcetera: The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings
[text ID: But I’ll live my life if it kills me]
i love my mutuals and followers in a way that the drunk girl in the bathroom loves everyone in line
loudly going "YOU'RE GOOD YOU'RE GOOD" to myself to ward off the memory of every embarrassing thing i've ever done
Gentrification of the Mind, Sarah Schulman (2012)
[“Last week I saw a young queen walking by. Coiffed hair, eye makeup, tight stretch pants, scarves. Maybe nineteen. This was the most endangered type of man in my generation, the kind most likely to die. For years, whenever I saw a really nelly queen, I felt frightened for his safety. Being so tough and brave about how they looked on the street showed they were bold about their desires. At one point they seem to have disappeared, to have been wiped out. But then new ones were created. Do they wonder about why there are so few sixty-year-old versions of themselves passing by on the sidewalk? What do they want to be when they grow up?”]
