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lets just talk about this here cookie recipe

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Use one spoon white sugar, and one spoon brown if you have it.

After microwave, before noms, add vanilla ice cream.

"Can you not grant yourself the same grace you once did me?”

Aziraphale leaned forward, elbows on knees. His hand slid out of Crowleys as the angel hid his face.

“I—it’s harder, somehow.”

Crowley stood and moved the stool, coming to sit behind Aziraphale. He took hold of Aziraphale’s shoulders and gently guided him to lean back against the edge of the bath.

Let me take care of you.

I'm on my reread of Oh, Maker by the lovely @voluptatiscausa and it's funny how some scenes hit harder on the second go. I got off the plane, had something to eat and sat down to draw this; that's how much this chapter gripped me.

Trying to grab other peoples stories

but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?

Without a trans black woman, LGBT+ rights would not exist. Never forget. Never “pay it no mind”.

1. Emily Miller

23 Jun at 13:06

This is Marsha. 48 years ago Marsha put on a dress (when that was against the law) and rode the subway to Greenwich Village to go dancing (where that was against the law) with men (when that was illegal). She partied until sometime after 1 am with a bunch of homeless kids, prostitutes, butch lesbians, effete gays, and other trans women who just wanted to dance. That was the chief draw of the Stonewall Inn - the dancing.

When the police arrived, as they did nearly every month, those in dresses would be

“checked” to see that their genitals matched their owner to the officer’s satisfaction. If not, there was a paddy wagon waiting outside.

Their pictures would be in the paper for cross dressing. They might horrify their families.

They would probably lose their jobs.

2. When you’re out celebrating pride this weekend, when you read the news about violence against black people, remember Marsha. The reason any of us can go to a three day festival as casually as we please with whomever we love and celebrate our lives, is because Marsha P. Johnson, an African-American street queen picked up a goddamn shot glass, shattered a mirror in that slum bar, and resisted arrest.

Never forget our lives are easier because of the sacrifices of our black and trans brothers and sisters who are STILL dealing with prejudice and discrimination on a scale the broader gay community hasn’t experienced in twenty years or more. Because of people like her we are free, while people just like her are marginalized, brutalized and murdered.

3. Never forget who you owe your freedom to.

Never forget that your Pride was once against the law. And when the discussions about the reduced police presence at Pride come, I want you to remember Marsha’s face and ask yourself, who needs the greater protection, support, and solidarity? Who has the power, and who is still struggling for the enforcement of their civil rights?

Remember her.