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I’m watching that documentary “Before Stonewall” about gay history pre-1969, and uncovered something which I think is interesting.
The documentary includes a brief clip of a 1954 televised newscast about the rise of homosexuality. The host of the program interviewed psychologists, a police officer, and one “known homosexual”. The “known homosexual” is 22 years old. He identifies himself as Curtis White, which is a pseudonym; his name is actually Dale Olson.
So I tracked down the newscast. According to what I can find, Dale Olson may have been the first gay man to appear openly on television and defend his sexual orientation. He explains that there’s nothing wrong with him mentally and he’s never been arrested. When asked whether he’d take a cure if it existed, he says no. When asked whether his family knows he’s gay, he says that they didn’t up until tonight, but he guesses they’re going to find out, and he’ll probably be fired from his job as well. So of course the host is like …why are you doing this interview then? and Dale Olson, cool as cucumber pie, says “I think that this way I can be a little useful to someone besides myself.”
1954. 22 years old. Balls of pure titanium.
Despite the pseudonym, Dale’s boss did indeed recognize him from the TV program, and he was promptly fired the next day. He wrote into ONE magazine six months later to reassure readers that he had gotten a new job at a higher salary.
Curious about what became of him, I looked into his life a little further. It turns out that he ultimately became a very successful publicity agent. He promoted the Rocky movies and Superman. Not only that, but get this: Dale represented Rock Hudson, and he was the person who convinced him to disclose that he had AIDS! He wrote the statement Rock read. And as we know, Rock Hudson’s disclosure had a very significant effect on the national conversation about AIDS in the U.S.
It appears that no one has made the connection between Dale Olson the publicity agent instrumental in the AIDS debate and Dale Olson the 22-year-old first openly gay man on TV. So I thought I’d make it. For Pride month, an unsung gay hero.
RATING: RELIABLE
you can listen to the clip of the 1954 interview here and find him on wikipedia here
Clip link is broken, but here’s a snippet.
I haven't seen this circulating here on Tumblr, so I decided to make my own post.
last saturday, in Porto, there was a pride parade going down the street and this old man was standing there, by his front door, waving the portuguese flag. most people on the parade probably thought the same: old person waving the national flag? he's probably protesting against the parade, he's a nationalist of some sort.
then the old man called for that person to come near him. the whole parade stopped. everyone just.. stopped moving. they didn't know what to expect, and most expected the worst. and that person decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and approached the old man. and then... they traded flags, he hugged the person and then he waved the pride flag happily. everyone cheered him.
such a wholesome moment. 🥹❤️🌈
(edited to add the link to the video, in case the twitter post gets deleted or smth)
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On my summer grind
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[This is a digital painting, not a photo]
THIS IS A FUCKING PAINTING SCROLL BACK

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On my summer grind
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[This is a digital painting, not a photo]
THIS IS A FUCKING PAINTING SCROLL BACK
On my summer grind
Reblogs appreciated <3
[This is a digital painting, not a photo]
THIS IS A FUCKING PAINTING SCROLL BACK
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Hi all!
So... I'm moving at the end of the month for a PhD program (very exciting), but it turns out that's really fucking expensive, so I'm doing a commissions push! If you can't commission right now, I would really really appreciate you reblogging this so that it hopefully gets in front of people who are looking for some art!
If you are interested in commissioning, DM me here on Tumblr or shoot me an email at [email protected]. FAQ are under the cut. Thanks so much!!!
good morning everyone, the iberian lynx is no longer in the brink of extinction 🥰🥰

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what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?
J = Next Post K = Previous Post L = Like N = View Notes Space = Show Photo Shift + R = Reblog Shift + E = Add to Queue Z + Tab = Switch Blogs
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.
I just reblogged this with the command, shit
Do you know how much this helps people who have trouble with the mouse? (Me, other disabled people) thank you
Yup, I use these when my hands get particularly weak (like now)
Alt + R is the new command to reblog Alt + Q is the new command to queue
Based of @lazer-screwdriver's post about Master face swapping! Dhawan playing the Saxon Master, Simm playing Missy type and Gomez playing the Spymaster!
Based of @lazer-screwdriver's post about Master face swapping! Dhawan playing the Saxon Master, Simm playing Missy type and Gomez playing the Spymaster!
Based of @lazer-screwdriver's post about Master face swapping! Dhawan playing the Saxon Master, Simm playing Missy type and Gomez playing the Spymaster!

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❗️❗️ This is asked entirely in good faith. This post is intended to open dialogue and help with solidarity and understanding. ❗️❗️
I would like to hear specifically from trans women and trans fems how the system of transmisogyny uniquely targets and affects you. Things that you feel other demographics do not experience. Reblogs and replies are very encouraged! If you would prefer, you could dm or send an ask to be added anonymously by me.
This is in the spirit of wanting to understand. I am listening. I encourage all non-trans-fems to not speak on this topic and let trans fems and trans women do the talking here. Reblog the post to spread it, but please say nothing.
Any and all people who identify as trans women and/or trans fems are encouraged to participate.
This is not bait to start a fight. I will block without hesitation anyone who is actively being a shithead on this post. I want to hear and uplift your voices by getting it directly from you.
Okay I have a story.
So my birthday is this Sunday (May 26th). My mom ordered some presents for me but one of them (an Etsy purchase) was seemingly stuck in transit and might not make it on time. I tell my mom all good, no worries. She gets in contact with the seller. After a long delay in response they get back with "Right we'll fix it!" It ships, tracking label and everything, good to go! ETA May 22nd (yesterday.)
During the work day I check the tracking and it says it's been delivered in/at mailbox! I double check with my mom "hey, is it mailbox size?" because if not, I don't want it sitting at the front door where anyone walking by could snag it.
She says "it's definitely NOT mailbox size." Okay. I text my neighbors in the building "Anyone seen a package delivered? It's a birthday gift from my mom and I wanna make sure it gets inside!" Success! Floor 2 David (not to be confused with Floor 1 David) had brought it inside. Inform my mom. All good!
I stop by home briefly around 4pm, because yesterday was hot-hot and I just installed my window A/C that morning in the living room, and according to my cat cam my stupid cat hasn't spent a single second in the climate controlled living room and is, instead, voluntarily baking herself elsewhere so I'm like "great" and hop on my bike to go home (10 minute ride) to check on her.
I get in the building door. Patches is crying from the top floor because she heard me. I maneuver my bike in the front hall. The ugliest fucking 6-foot-tall cat tree(?)/totem(?)/statue(?) I've seen in my entire life is just. Standing there.
My first thought is "What the fuck is that." My second thought is "Oh fuck that is for me." I look around at the floor in case there's perhaps anything else that might, in fact, be the gift.
No. Me and Cat Pole.
It's taller than me. I turn it around to face me and its face is painted and this is, in fact, uglier than it looked from the back.
Um.
Patches is crying. So I just haul it up to my level. MAYBE it was supposed to come with twine that I wrap around it (and hide its face from the world) for Patches to scratch. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe this is an inside joke, because when my mom moved into her current house the neighborhood gifted her some ugly-as-hell totem that apparently, by tradition, each newest-comer to the neighborhood is required to have and display in their window so maybe this is a very good riff on that.
Patches rubs against it. She's not afraid of this horrid facsimile of her kind.
Great.
Meanwhile SHE'S fine and the condo is a little toasty but totally liveable so I'm like "Good, cool, you're not baking. You're having a good time. Enjoy your new sister, I guess, I'll see you later."
I go back to work because this is a problem for later me.
After work, after my run, after whatever, I get home and it's like 8:00pm and Patches is so happy to see me and the totem pole is still just. There.
I text my friends like "so a bday gift is here from my mom and it's the Biggest Ugliest cat pole I've seen in my life. Is this a bit? Did my mom go 'that's so ugly haha! send!' Maybe she genuinely found it cute. How do I navigate this." My friend Sarah has the good advice to maybe text my mom neutrally like "Got the cat pole!" and feel the waters whether my mom is like "Isn't it ugly? 😂" or "Hope Patches likes it! 🥰"
My mom goes to bed early so I don't do any of that yet. Problem for tomorrow me.
This morning, Patches wakes me up for breakfast. I get her situated and I'm staring at the fucking Cat Pole again. I wonder if my Mom's been wondering all night what I thought of it.
I take a picture. I text her.
Okay.
I get on call with my mom. I ask for clarity that the ungodly horrid thing is NOT my birthday gift and is in fact a mix-up from the seller who sent me this instead of my actual gift. She's wheezing between words. She thinks I'm being too charitable for the amount of Absolute Fucking Ugly this is. I have to gently talk her out of using the word "monstrosity" while messaging the seller asking what the hell happened here.
I tell her I need to apologize for harming her dignity with Floor 2 David, who thinks this fucking thing is my mom's idea of a great birthday gift for her to-be-28-year-old daughter.
My heart goes out to the poor soul who did actually order this cat totem and is lacking it on this lovely day.
Update.
I receive a call from my mother in the middle of the day while I'm at work. I can't answer but I tell her I can call her back.
She texts me instead. Was there any return information on the cat pole? The Etsy seller responded and said he's never seen this thing in his life.
Okay.
There is in fact no return information, which I know for a fact because I scrutinized this thing up and down for any kind of "Happy birthday Chrissy!" note or "I promise this is a joke love Mom" that could have cued me in to what farce I was forcibly ensnarled in.
No information. No return address. Not from the Etsy seller, who I'd mentally profiled as some artisan of the ugliest hand-crafted cat paraphernalia possible and turns out, is some kind of t-shirt maker.
So if this is NOT from the Etsy seller and is NOT the missent present from my mom then I am left grappling with the reopened mystery of "Who the FUCK sent me this cat pole for my birthday." This comes with the spine-chilling possibility that this was an earnest, well-meaning, kind-hearted act of one of my friends who I may have already told about "my mom's butt-fucking-ugly-ass cat-pole gift."
Question also remains unanswered of "Where is my gift from mom."
Mom asks if Floor 2 David saw the mailman. Makes the point that the USPS would not deliver an unwrapped package, which makes sense and which I had not fully considered in the moment due to being poisoned with cat pole emotions. This answers even fewer things.
I make a net-zero of unanswered questions in the moment by reconsidering a different package which I did receive, and had thought was a later delivery from a friend, which I had not even considered could have been the Etsy gift from Mom because I really cannot overstate how much seeing the cat totem IRL resulted in a hostile takeover of 95% of my brain capacity. So that DIFFERENT package perhaps IS my mom's gift to me and leaves the cat pole... entirely unaddressed.
I need to text my neighbors about the false feline idol. I further poison my text history with the following.
And I receive a quick response.
My mom has apologized to the Etsy seller for cat-totem-pole related accusations.
Cat totem pole has been returned to the front hall to begin her new life as an ongoing source of strife between Molly's mother and Molly's father, I guess.
Here she is in all her glory.
God fucking bless