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neuroticgaymusings
STOP THIS
knittinggiantbeanies
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Why Do You Need To Do This
knittinggiantbeanies
STOP THIS.
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Judy there are limits
jigoku-nozomi
Here are my contributions
The Beach Boys would go to the beach that makes you old and say “this is nice”
there needs to be more content specifically aimed at people who grew up in the middle of rural bumfuck nowhere who love the shitty worn down rusty pickup truck unclean gas station bigfoot sighting 200 degree weather dirt-eating redneck vibe of it all without the whole homophobic white christianity thing
fellow GAY TRANS MEN. will GO FISHING together and ENJOY IT UNIRONICALLY
im posting these tags because this is poetry actually
Fortune
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The first image shows a black man wearing a black hoodie with the word 'free' in capital letters sitting cross-legged next to a gravestone reading: The man fortune. Died 1798. Buried September 13, 2013. Child of God. Free at last.
The following two images show a text reading: Fortune, his wife Dinah and their 3 children were slaves of Preserved Porter, a Connecticut bone doctor. In 1798, Fortune slipped from a rock on the west bank of the Naugatuck river, broke his neck and drowned. At the time, dissecting cadavers was illegal; but not applying to slaves, Dr. Porter cut him into pieces at the riverbank. At his office, he boiled the bones so that all the flesh fell off, etched labels into them and used them as a medical training tool. Dr. Porter died 6 years later, listing the bones as worth $15 ($330 today).
Prior to his death, Dr. Porter used the bones to teach anatomy to his son; who used them to teach anatomy to his grandson; who used them to teach his daughter... 135 years of generational doctors and wealth. In 1933, his name long forgotten, the family donated the bones to the Mattatuck Museum where they were displayed next to slave tools as "Larry the slave"; a popular exhibit shown on their postcard; not taken down until 1970 when the Museum realized that it was demeaning. They stored them in the basement.
In 1999, made aware of these bones in the basement, the NAACP and museum staff enlisted anthropologists and archeologists to examine them, ultimately determining this was Fortune. Based on bone density, he was a strong man who lived and work with a broken back, hand and died of a broken neck.
On Sept. 13th, 2013, after being a slave, medical specimen, museum exhibit and archeological artifact, spanning 275 years, Fortune was finally freed...laid to rest next to White society of his time...something that wouldn't have been allowed when he died.
This is not an isolated story. Medical usage of Black and Indigenous people in ways prohibited of Whites was not uncommon. Since I still can't find my GG Grandfather (Ned Mills), Erica and I decided to make a donation to the Assoc for the Study of African American Life & History, as well as to make a regular pilgrimage here to leave flowers for Fortune.
Black History is American History and Black Lives Matter. If not to you, I got this. My actions will show they always have and still do...no statute of limitation. Now rest, Fortune.
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HI IT’S ME AGAIN
YOU’RE FUCKING UP YOUR TEETH AND YOUR MUSCLES AND SHIT
WHEN I CATCH YOU WITH ONE OF THESE I STEAL A FEW MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE FORCE. WHEN YOU ARE NOT CLENCHING WHEN YOU SEE ONE OF THESE, YOU GET TO STEAL A FEW MINUTES BACK. WE’LL SEE WHO’S LEFT STANDING IN THE END
The pain is more incredibly annoying than unbearable
I can bear it but come on
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a quick step by step guide on what to do if you come back to your apartment and find yourself locked out because your front door is frozen shut
- kick the bottom of the door for 10 minutes
- text your landlord
- remember your landlord is on vacation and also in her mid 50′s so it takes about 36 hours to receive a response
- briefly wonder why the fuck you moved the canada
- remember that college tuition is significantly cheaper here than in the united states
- look up and notice your cat is at the window, staring at you. he paws at the window lightly and meows. it’s devastating. his eyes are so big and imploring. decide that you have to get inside your apartment at all costs. not even god himself can stop you from feeding your cat his chicken wet food dinner. frida kahlo herself could descend from the heavens and ask “hey you wanna bang?” and you’d say “hell yeah but first let me open this door so i can feed my cat his dinner”
- remember there is a starbucks 3 blocks down the street from you
- enter. the barista gives you a weird look for entering a starbucks at 7pm on a tuesday
- order a venti cup of hot water. you order in french because the barista just said “bonjour” instead of “bonjour, hi.” you have a strong american accent. you hit the r in merci a little too hard to compensate. you embarrass yourself.
- exit the starbucks clutching the massive cup of hot water in your hands. it’s burning your fingers.
- return. methodically pour the starbucks cup of water all over the the door frame. it begins moving a little but still wont open
- back up
- ensure your doc martens are properly gripping the sheet of ice covering the ground. many people have told you to stop wearing doc martens in the winter, despite your protests that theyre actually the ideal winter boot. also, you’re a lesbian and punk’s not dead
- release a pterodactyl screech and sprint towards the door, slamming the full force of your pathetically tiny 5′2″ 110lb body into it
- you dont know any of your neighbors so you dont care about maintaining your pride anyways
- the door swings open
- run up the stairs
- open the actual door to your apartment and yell MOMMY’S HOME MY LITTLE BITCHASS BABY BOY DONT WORRY at your cat
- cat flings his body to the ground and starts purring like he does every time you come home
- write tumblr post
I want to hold it 🥺👉👈
Bears are more terrifying than most movie monsters. Most people just pass that by because they're so adorable.
I may die trying to hug a bear
13 wouldn’t have as many anger issues if she took up roller derby send tweet
watching the 2018 milwaukee ballet production of dracula and y'all the dracula/jonathan pas de deux is amazing
it's beautiful and creepy and sensual and horrifying all at the same time
crap, i don't know enough dance terminology to make this coherent, but the way they've been utilizing going en pointe in act 2 is fascinating. like, aside from when they're doing turns and stuff like that, all the women are walking around on the flat part like regular people. but then dracula bursts in and everyone is down in the dark except lucy, who is now on her tippy toes and basically floating across the floor to him in a trance and the contrast is so eerie
also i just realized it was mean of me to talk about this without telling anyone where to watch it. here's a link to the official video from the milwaukee ballet account's @ Home series https://vimeo.com/469873929/5ee47dee00
continuing the trend of being both sensual and beautiful and horrifying, the drac+lucy pas de deux is also fantastic.
also, repeated theme the way dracula just kind of flings them around at times, like they're not dance partners but just toys to be played with and literally tossed aside. in the jonathan one he just like yote him 15 feet or something crazy across the stage, and in this one he's just positioning her like a ragdoll, the choreo is so good
agh no no no i hate this! D: lucy! :(((
looking forward to and dreading the drac+mina one if they're all gonna be this good but also upsetting lol
oh good, an ensemble mourning scene, that's cool that's fine i'm handling this gracefully
oh damn, though, she does feral really well too. cool thanks this is a great place for an intermission because i'm feeling totally emotionally stable (:
WHAT I MUST PUT THIS IN MY EYEBALLS
I think the funniest possible modern textual adaptation of Dracula would be Jonathan as a part time recipe blogger and you have to scroll through 10 paragraphs of the most harrowing thing you’ve ever read in your life just to get the recipe for paprika hendl
