It's Britney, Bitch

And I love the followup comment:

so every dot on this map is basically someone’s queer experience: coming out, meeting their future wife, seeing another gay man in public for the first time, anything you can think of that truly left a mark on them

It’s no secret to the Japanese that Shinjuku nichome is the gay district of Tokyo but about half the pins left there are for the same club in that area named gold finger. Definitely a place to check out if you’re looking to get involved in the Japanese queer community for whatever reason, it seems.

I have a sneaking suspicion this submission is a haiku when written in Japanese…

This guy got the scenic view I guess

Is this how people feel while reading deep romantic poetry because wow I’m moved.

Honestly the best feeling is learning we’re not as alone as we’ve been led to believe

small town australia vibes

To any kids out there: I know that quarantine is stressful and we’re all depressed and lonely bu please please please don’t give out your information to strangers on the internet, and if you do there are dozens of safer options than just giving everything to everyone and just hoping for the best

1. Use an alias (don’t have to but doesn’t hurt, especially when you have a unique name)

2. NEVER give your last name! (E.g. if you’re Jessica, aint no way they gonna be able to find you without your last name. Don’t risk it)

3. NEVER give your address (things like country is still vague enough. But if you tell anyone your street or something super identifiable)

4. You don’t have to post photos of yourself! (You can if you want to but remember to be careful! Street names and addresses should not be visible in these photos!)

5. Block creeps. Anyone that ya getting bad vibes from, just block em. Don’t be scared about being “mean”. Protect yourself.

and exomis:

Art suggests that the Ancient Greeks were less concerned about underpants, but then they weren’t standing guard on the damp and chilly edge of Empire. The “almost-out” part of wearing a chlamys didn’t seem a great cause for concern, and though art is probably more idealised than reality, Greek culture certainly considered that If the gods gave someone a good body there was nothing wrong about showing it off. What WAS wrong was to dishonour the gift by letting it go to seed and gave extra emphasis to “religiously hitting the gym”.

Since gym(nasium) comes from gymnos - γυμνός, “naked” - and working-out was done in the buff, there was no hiding a lack of reps under baggy sweats.

To evade the stupid porn-not-art bots, I’m not posting full-frontal examples of what happened to a chlamys when the wearer moved - there are plenty if you Google, and this would be typical if complete…

…but the ones I’ve included give a good idea of how much it covered or didn’t.

Figures wearing a chlamys often also wear boots and a broad-brimmed hat called a petasos, sometimes pushed back to give a halo effect. This seems to be visual shorthand for someone on a journey; Odysseus certainly qualifies.

Behind him on the right is Hermes; a hat, chlamys, short chiton (tunic), trademark winged heels / boots and caduceus snake-staff or herald’’s wand are his typical attributes-in-art. (Side note: the double-snake staff isn’t medical, despite appearing on US badges; an Asklepios medical rod has just one snake.)

Sometimes his Roman representations are a bit more, uh, cheeky.

The chlamys looks like something developed by a culture which wore towels at the shoulder rather than round the waist, then decided “bodies are nothing to be ashamed of and we have a hot climate, so why not outdoors as well…”

Oddly enough the Aztecs had a cape or mantle called a tilmàtli which was secured at one shoulder in almost exactly the same way…