Excerpt from a Swedish article with a Käärijä interview. Sorry, I lost the original link! But here's a translation of this part.
Today you're wearing nail polish and earrings, your style is quite queer? - I want to go out on a limb and do some crazy stuff. Really I wanted to wear yellow, but The Rasmus who competed for Finland last year went with that so then the stylist went with green and I like it. I wear what I like and I don't care about others.
What do people in Finland think about your style? - I guess some people think who the hell is he? But I want to do what I feel like. I think it's a bit of a new wave in Finland and younger people don't care. It is more open to go your own way.
Are you straight? - Haha, yes, there's only girls here (laughing). But I love the gay fans and I was surprised there were so many gays at all the concerts leading up to Eurovision. I love gays, they're so funny and I've got several close gay friends in Finland. And I think it's important that everyone should be who they are and love who they want.
Do you feel any body image pressure since you're half naked all the time? - No, I don't care about that. I've been taking my shirt off ever since I started with music. I want everyone to be able to get undressed no matter what you look like. You don't need a six pack to do it, everyone is beautiful in their own way.
the moon made me a goose and while many enjoy the honk I am sometimes afraid to honk too loudly or incorrectly
but as a goose I will honk to honor the moon
my name is on the door but I am just a goose, I'm not the boss
Wholesome
i know i just reblogged this a few hours ago but i keep thinking about this man and his powerful emanations. i think this might actually be the physical manifestation of the soul of new york city. if he dies the city itself becomes pillars of dust
LGBTQ+ Pride in New York City, 1994
For the 25th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots in 1994, flag creator Gilbert Baker was commissioned to make the world’s largest flag. The flag took months of planning and work done by teams of volunteers. The flag utilized the basic six colors of the rainbow and measured thirty feet wide by a mile long.
I was one of the hundreds of people holding the flag. You can find me, 8th from the front on the purple side. Long, light brown hair with a black backpack. It was amazing. I still have the T-shirt we wore. The best pride celebration ever including the Gay Games. Unforgettable!
I would…really, really love to hear more about that day, friend. I think we all would.
went to an antique fair this weekend and i must now share with you the funniest possible thing some rando victorian could've put on a plate. i'd ask if you were prepared but it's simply not possible to prepare yourself for this
i serve mary elizabeth, the head honcho of the victorian pta, some fuckin. jellied eels off this plate and when she gets to the bottom and sees 'prepare to meet thy god' she starts screaming bc she understandably takes this as my confession to feeding her arsenic. PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD, motherfucker. this murder plate was £85. this is the plate a horror movie villain would serve their victims asbestos laced brownies off of. i love it sm
This is something to use when serving almond biscuits...
Description: [A video of a woman riding a galloping horse bareback while holding a large rainbow flag.]
A House Called Tomorrow
by Alberto Ríos
You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen— You are a hundred wild centuries
And fifteen, bringing with you In every breath and in every step
Everyone who has come before you, All the yous that you have been,
The mothers of your mother, The fathers of your father.
If someone in your family tree was trouble, A hundred were not:
The bad do not win—not finally, No matter how loud they are.
We simply would not be here If that were so.
You are made, fundamentally, from the good. With this knowledge, you never march alone.
You are the breaking news of the century. You are the good who has come forward
Through it all, even if so many days Feel otherwise. But think:
When you as a child learned to speak, It’s not that you didn’t know words—
It’s that, from the centuries, you knew so many, And it’s hard to choose the words that will be your own.
From those centuries we human beings bring with us The simple solutions and songs,
The river bridges and star charts and song harmonies All in service to a simple idea:
That we can make a house called tomorrow. What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day,
Is ourselves. And that’s all we need To start. That’s everything we require to keep going.
Look back only for as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make.
Be good, then better. Write books. Cure disease. Make us proud. Make yourself proud.
And those who came before you? When you hear thunder, Hear it as their applause.
can’t risk it
bente36
THIS PIECE OF PICTURE WORKS.
Gotta take all the chances…..
Never risk it
i had to
I have exams coming up so
I could use something great, sure.
The Sunflower door in Prague, built in 1900, CZECH REPUBLIC
When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door." From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else. When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career. Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have … not made it. What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne. She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end. Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame." In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life." He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm. Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.
Credit: Will Stenberg