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**Two Shoulders of the Underworld**
Broken Once, Broken Twice it means nothing to you!
Lead me on.
Smash these soul like sentiments of affection-
tell me one thing then act another- Bastard
Take my love and put it on show to the world.
Affection is misery...
make longing poison my every thought like fiery ice
Until all I think of is YOU.
Mictlanteuhtill you seem a generous lover
Embracing at the Styx we await….
an encounter with Shaytan.
Misery is death so in misery i’ll find salvation-
from this tormented soul.
On the two shoulders of my Underworld.
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DEADLY
DC Comics & Marvel iPhone Chara-Covers, $28 each, available on Fab
Fab is currently having a sale on the much anticipated DC & Marvel iPhone Chara-Covers right now, which were previewed at San Diego Comic Con 2012. The Chara-Covers will be in stores early Spring 2013, but grab one on sale from now till Tuesday!
Batman
Batgirl
The Joker
Harley Quinn
Superman
Captain America
Spider-Man
Iron Man
Wolverine
Thor
Decisions, decisions…
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Love this! The magnitude of the power associated with Syrian violence is illustrated magnificently here.
They met and agreed to kill us.
Useless Nations indeed.
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Very powerful piece of Anti Gay propaganda! How deluded the perpetrators are!
The Most Anti-Gay Piece Of Political Mail This Year
A mailer prepared by “The Committee To Save The Eric County Republican Party” in New York has set a mighty low bar. (Republican state Sen. Mark Grisanti voted for the state’s marriage equality bill in 2011 and faces a primary challenge from Kevin Stocker on Thursday.)
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Love this! What an amazing book
Ever wonder what the GENDER booklet is? It’s actually different from the book, a kind of pre-book mini handout version made of 6 of the most-requested pages. You can see a pdf of it at www.thegenderbook.com/the-booklet, but remember this hasn’t been updated in a little while, so it might not reflect the most recent information out there. Still, we hope it’s useful as an educational tool. One day, we do hope to revisit and edit it, but for now all of our energies are going into editing the full-length book, what we call the GENDER book.
Here’s a table to help clear up the confusion:
the GENDER booklet the GENDER book
6 pages long 70 pages long
the most essential information everything we could fit
fits in your pocket fits on your bookshelf
mostly purple full color
both pages show up on Tumblr sometimes, so it might be good to know which is which. Hope this helps! mel
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Ignorance is an appalling feature of a personality!
LGBTQ* Statistics And Graphs You Should See
Transgender Statistics (2012)
from No To Homophobia, Australia
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UGH!
You say Ugh, we both sigh an Ugh Ugh our bond to admiration. A crimson Toxin of infection Ugh is the medium of my love. UGH, NO MORE. UGH IS JUST A WORD. Silent you are - Ugh. Tramore 2012
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Fire Away Love!
Entrenched salmon tainted walls oozed in disgust. Along with a rug eroded from the decades it lay upon the pale antique flooring withered by the sun’s beams. Framing the window two lofty Georgian armchairs sheltered by titanic backs of Piqué fabric, austere stitch work illustrated exotic blossoms fledgling on a spring day. Perched high above the great mantel the architect peered out from the desolate salmon walls at the rooms malnourished appearance. Cobwebs tortured the very elegance of a georgian piano and fastened the clang of the old grandfather clock. The room was shell of self-indulgence; two immense velvet curtains washed of their cerise beauty banished the channels of crimson majesty streaming through the clouds, as the sun swallowed the bay upon its setting. The chamber was taken by the nights ebony not a creature stirred, and the only sound was that of the clocks gentle tock as it approached the hour.
Basil Williamson sat with his legs elongated in the centre of the room, his back bent double like an old beggar hounding for food; it was in this state that the gargoyle like wrinkles sculpting his face and the community of freckles suffocating his body like a series a of limpets smothering a boulder conveyed the seasoned figure. Fatigued handles settled upon the pelvis hid his shame. A scent of self indulgence sifted through a stale sweaty aerosphere. The home’s architect peered in disgust perturbed by the sight that her creativity had fallen victim too. Williamson sat naked on the rug, his two checks clenched in reverence for the acts he indulged in. Droplets of sweat slithered across the skin like rainwater caressing the windows during a winter’s hostility. A weighted cranium weakened by the pleasure hung low before tossing itself back with a gentle thrust of the hips. The penis slid through the clammy hands as the seasoned flesh rocked to and fro. The moon’s glare shimmered against the auburn locks, while Williamson moaned in admiration of the ensuing delight.
His mother detested self-admiration, a religious woman she stringently followed Christian ethos. She explained to her son “masturbation is sin, a sin the devil has concocted to tease you with Basil” sternly she dictated to him, until the day she died he lived in fear of the devil gripping his soul.
An hour passed, now kneeling he clenched his dehydrated lip with his fang while bouncing against his ankles stimulating already excited nerves. A chimney breathing heavily from the exterior gusts whispered against the auditory canal and frazzled the skin. A pulse began to quicken, pupils dilated, blood rushed as the heart bet harder and throbbing sensations emulated from the shaft; Williamson’s teeth bit deeper into the frazzling meat. Smacking his hand against the softened flesh his nails tugged on his native follicles. Thrusting his body forward he shot his wonderment across the antique flooring where it was deposited below his mother’s sneering eyes. Rising to his feet he ignited the forest of branches in the fire’s embrace before withering like fatigued daffodils into the comforts of the Georgian armchairs.
Written by
James Upton
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F-u-c-k'd Me!
"A heart broken severed and snapped
Thump Thump its fearful plague
A heart of stone broken in two
Pupils dashed by dripping dew
Emotion crushed and blood boiled, threads of love spilt in two.
Attraction lost and sorrow born.
Plague Plague sorrowful plague burning deep and dividing life. Black brown bruised by lead a heavy heart curses thee. Threads burned snapped and dead snow white and I await a saviour’s kiss. Murdered Murdered bludgered and breathless Dickinson and I hear our funeral!
Misery suffering and sadness too
You F-u-c-k’d me
But, I still fancy you!"
Written by James Upton
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Hahaha
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HOLLY AUSTIN!!!!!!!!!
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delflyn:
sugarandspitexo:
Adele is the best model,even if she is super-awkward :P
I am the most awkward person in the world, FACT.
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gaywrites:
Seriously, though.
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