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advertising strategy for Hepatior, a 1930s medicine to treat liver ailments

i wonder what the Greek word on the flask is…

I don’t automatically assume that masc gay men are trying to look straight and neither should you. Let’s compare a lumberjack bear to, say, a 2012-style metrosexual hipster. The lumberjack bear is more masculine but still looks, to the cultured eye, more gay. I follow this leather daddy on Instagram who, in addition to posting photoshoots of himself in chaps, will post Spotify links to his favorite kpop girl groups and pics of his autumnal arts and crafts projects. This is not a contradiction or a “gotcha” when you realize that leather is not necessarily a face-value boast of one’s masculinity but its own nuanced form of gender fuckery. Gay men are operating on levels straight people will never understand.

Reminds me of that dumb tweet that was like "you call him daddy but his friends call him sis" as like a gotcha. The idea that femininity degrades masculinity or vice versa is deeply heterosexual and has no place here

another important thing to remember is 1) u can pick up any hobby at any point in ur life and get outstandingly good at it & 2) the project u've been working on & aren't pleased w the current outcome so far will not be your last. u will draw/crochet/paint/sculpt/write another piece, and another, and you will have many chances to be fully content w your craft. so you should cherish the joy of making art instead of worrying ab the results & think ab how lovely it is that we're all vessels for artistry and we can share the divine act of creation!!!!!

gentle reminder that this is ur sign to pick up the hobby you quit bec you thought you weren't good enough at it. making mediocre art is the point of being alive <3

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ab. 1910 Portrait of a girl with a hat and a chalkboard, Saint Thomas Island (photo by Oswald Lübeck)

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Banyan tree roots in Hong Kong

In photographs, she looks like a scout leader about to ask if you’ve had anything to eat today. It takes a moment to see that often, just out of focus, her fingers are holding a joint and her vest is covered in risque pins, including an embroidered cannabis leaf.

Mary Jane Rathbun, jailed thrice and the reason for California’s groundbreaking action on medical cannabis, was better known as Brownie Mary, the patron saint of AIDS patients. More than twenty years after her death, it’s not hard to understand why this grandmotherly figure remains one of San Francisco’s most beloved activists.

She’s been called the Florence Nightingale of HIV/AIDS. She was famous for bringing her magic brownies to gay men and others suffering from wasting syndrome, a name for the deleterious effects on appetite caused by the stigmatized retrovirus.

Much like Nightingale’s work on hygiene and compassionate care, Brownie Mary’s legacy lives on in the recipes and procedures still used today in medicinal edible production.

Rathbun’s illicit distribution began in the early 1970s, when she was in her early 50s, while she worked at an IHOP in the Castro, 37 years before government-approved research finally proved that her hypothesis about distributing ingestible cannabis to AIDS patients was worth investigating. (Read more at link)

Brownie Mary helped save my life from AIDS wasting in 1996. She was adorable! We met at Dennis Peron's Cannabis Cultivators' Club on Market Street in San Francisco, and when she came around you knew you were in for a blessing. [Image: Brownie Mary Rathbun and Dennis Peron]

Her baked goods were freaking atmospheric. Because of her and Dennis and John Taylor's Flower Market and a lot of good folks, I got enough weight back to get on the brand-new HIV drugs just under the wire, and 25 years later I'm still here to write about it and say thanks.

In 1998, the Cannabis Cultivators' Club asked me to play Brownie Mary on stage to open her birthday celebration at the Club - as it turned out, her final birthday. I worked up a solo flute take to The Association's "Along Comes Mary" and ripped TF out of it. She lit up the stage like she lit up our hearts.

From High Times: "An insight into her indomitable character can be glimpsed in this vignette from August 25, 1992. The Sonoma County district attorney tried to charge the then 69-year-old with two marijuana possession felonies. Her response was concise: 'If the narcs think I’m gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS, they can go fuck themselves in Macy’s window.'"

jelly bean takeoff

i love being my body i love existing as my body i love not separating myself from my body i love being whole.

anyone who claims it's more healthy to separate yourself from your body in favor of living as an intangible consciousness does not have your best interests in mind. we live and die as animals.

snoopy image of the day

A rather unfortunate letter went out at a storage facility near me.

its making me scream laugh

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cabbage boy..

tanerelle by seb xavier

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