While walking there, a lot of people pointed at him and said it was a cute idea. They were right.

My (and his) personal highlights were:

A guy hugging him and saying something in Ukrainian (bc of the flag, probably)

Someone asking him if they can call him "daddy" (I had to explain to him why I started laughing. He now knows.)

Someone giving him a rose

Someone kissing him on the cheeck

A lot of people seeing me standing around awkwardly while there was a line forming in front of him and hugging me too

A guy my dad's age hugging him with tears in his eyes

A kid my age shouting "I don't have a father!", Running towards and almost tackling him

A guy in a fetish-related dog mask hugging him and clinging to him like a lifeline

Two children between eight and ten initiating a group hug with him and giggling the entire time

Everyone thanking him afterwards and a lot of people saying he gives the best hugs in the world. One guy said he'd never been hugged like that before

This guy in a moving lorry shouting and making the lorry stop driving to get a hug from my dad:

My dad said that the majority of people hugging him were either older (25-60) queer men or younger (15-25) trans people. He really loved the experience and felt like a lot of the people, especially the older guys really needed it.

musings on making homes out of others

richard siken, edvard munch, john keats, alex venezia, hanya yanagihara, hadestown (‘come with me’), amy lowell, mark english, warsan shire

Clementine, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

‘It seemed to me an error in reasoning for a man to isolate a woman he loves from all the circumstances in which he met her and in which she lives, to try, with dogged inner concentration, to purify her of everything that is not her self, which is to say also of the story that they lived through together and that gives their love its shape.

After all, what I love in a woman is not what she is in and for herself, but the side of herself she turns toward me, what she is for me. I love her as a character in our common love story’

THE FIRST TIME I KISSED HIM PROPERLY HE FLINCHED

Aari, also known as Zalakdozi is a form of embroidery originating from Kashmir. The word zalokdozi means chain stitch. Aari embroidery involves only the chain stitch done in concentric rings to fill a pattern. Zalakdozi typically uses wool, cotton, or silk thread. It is done not using a needle, but a hook known as ‘ari’. Using a hook to do this embroidery saves on time and energy as the hook is used to pull a series of loops of the chain stitch, as against the single loops that have to be done using a needle.

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