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i think it should be illegal to not have paper menus. and it should be illegal to only accept digital payments and not accept cash

generally making anything accessible only with a phone sould be illegal. like genuinely regulated by the govt and forbidden. IMO

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some words you can only spell on autopilot. once you stop to think about it you've already lost the fight

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in my mind if dragons were real then western and eastern dragons would be only distantly related species filling the same ecological niche across different continents. but due to visual similarities got called the same thing in English. and it would be one of those things that you hear on trivia game shows and go "oh that's neat" about and then move on with your day, like how tanuki get lumped in with racoons even tho racoons are musteloids and tanuki are canids. do you see my vision.

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blink 182 but they have a shrink ray: small all. the things

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I feel like an alien tomb would be sooooo fucking cool until a alien mummy gets up and chase you

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“Why do you beat yourself up so much over little mistakes?”

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One of the biggest things I remember Marsha P. Johnson for is S.T.A.R (Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries).

It was a group she founded with several other trans women, specifically sex workers, and they housed trans and gay kids (specifically Black and Brown ones) who needed it, using the money they got from sex work.

She was murdered, likely (at the very least aided by) the US police, and it all hurts my soul so much. Not just thinking of all the people who are alive today because of her but how she was a poet, she was a performer, she was a sex worker, she was beautiful and vibrant and alive.

I'm alive today because of the kindness of Black and Brown trans women who were looking out for and taking trans kids under their wing and the way they disappear left and right and not only do people move on in the blink of an eye, but they turn these people into "symbols" without respecting who they were or what they believed in is so heartbreaking.

To anyone wanting to honor Marsha, maybe try watching out for trans kids, helping out where you can. Fight transmisogyny/noir. Commit some crimes to help other queer folks. Put some bricks in a bag, hit a cop. Protest (or help out with one). Fight whorephobia and stick up for sex workers.

Don't just bring up Stonewall or make memorabilia with Marsha's face on it. She was a fucking person and so are all the other Black trans women who have been murdered and have disappeared, respect it.

(yes this is us centric but im already seeing so many posts "honoring" marsha p johnson and im tired.)

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Hey, y’all remember in P1 when GLaDOS’ Morality Core fell off and then she laughed and said “good news” and her whole tone of voice just switched and it was super chilling and a little gay and it absolutely fucking reverberated down your spine?

Good times.

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when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.

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Never before have I been duped so thoroughly by a game changer episode. I didn't even question it. I was too focused on the cinema in front of me to notice sam reich sneaking up behind with the steel chair.

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We reference Midge, our officiant, often.

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having hypersensitive skin means sometimes when I come home after being out all day I will just have a rash of mysterious origins

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there’s nothing wrong with me plus i don’t have any wants or needs plus i don’t feel or think at all