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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)
MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck. Not bad luck. I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!
âSee him faceâ
I sure fucking do see him face
Him face
Reblog him face for good luck in 2021
Reblog him face for good luck in 2021 (2)
Reblog him face for good luck in 2022!
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I need this.
Reblogged last year, hoping it comes this year
Cartoon by Steve Sack
Thereâs a pretty sobering PSA playing on TV in my state.
Had a family member waiting in the ER with a friend of theirs overhear a man calling around and telling his family goodbye
He was in the early stages of a heart attack (chest pain and the like) and the triage nurse, as kindly and gently as she could, had already said they probably wouldnât be able to get him back in time.
A man was in the process of dying, right next to life saving equipment and professionals, and too many beds/people were dealing with COVID patients (also in the process of dying) to treat him. My family member had to leave before she found out if he made it or not butâŚ.how horridâŚ.to be alone and making goodbye phone calls when it should be easy to keep you alive.
There was a news report about the same hospital trying desperately to keep a different man alive in the waiting room and being unable to. Having to wheel his dead body to the morgue after hours of waiting for a bed and equipment that never freed up.
Please go get your vaccine if youâre able, please.
âoh but I could still get covid so whatâs the point???â THIS! This is the point! You will 99.99% stay out of the hospital and let people like these two men not have to make goodbye calls to their families!!
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THIS! THIS IS THE POINT!
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My hospital is in chaos because of unvaxxed fucks, not to mention the staffing crisis. They frequently have to put beds in hallways because all the rooms are full, so imagine youâre bleeding out from a car crash and they have to dump your ass in the hallway because thereâs no where else to put you. Oh and someoneâs probably coughing on you, which is awesome.
Get your goddamn vaccines
My friend had to wait like 8 hours for a bed to open up when he went to the hospital last week, and he had a pulmonary embolism! He was lucky it only took 8 hours. GET YOUR FUCKING VACCINE
ever so quietly losing my mind courtesy of maria popova
*screams into pillow*
Things that should never be sexualized in fiction, a comprehensive list.
Under a cut due to length.
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I totally agree. Anyone that sexualizes anything under the cut, UNFOLLOW ME INSTANTLY.Â
Okay, this one makes a good point.
honestly, yeah.
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You know what Pepper you're right I DID need to see this.
And also I actually agree with OP.
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Fuck Iâm at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and Iâm probably going to win a medal.
BURN BAGEL BURN
OH WHY NOT?
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
Bagel what are your powers
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterdayâs night âjust for fun and because I donât want any bagel to be mad with meâ, and todayâs afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD
I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD
The bagel hasnât let me down yet!
I got a job offer after reblogging the bagel. Believe in the bagel!
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Worth a try lol
i could use some good news or even a good girlÂ
Go lil bagle! Show me your power!
Okii then!
THIS IS THE FIRST THING ON MY BLOG
I GOT ASKED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER I REBLOGGED IT
wait but whats happening with the bagel tho
Giv news
This bagel better do me and my skinnies some wonders.
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Oh hope this works, i need some good news in my life lmao
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BLESS US ALL OH HOLY FIRE BAGEL
Bagel, pls
bagel please i need this thank you
And this kids is how you start a cult
I donât normally participate in these kinds of posts buuut Iâm desperately trying to convince my folks to let me get a chinchilla so Iâm gonna give this one a shot even if I typiodont believe in these things.
Gotta see if this actually works or not, wish me luck!
I just like the story behind this. On one hand, one piece of misinformation can easily be accepted as fact if it looks appealing enough. Raccoon skulls look more like what you would expect of an animal skull. Instead of the reality where wolf skulls are actually kind of ugly from the front. But this design is made unintentionally far greater because of this. These tattoos were all found under the #wolfskulltattoo tag on instagram
So I have a cat skull tattoo on my left arm. I made sure to verify it was the right type of skull before I got it because I wanted to make absolutely sure it was anatomically correct... I still looked at it after reading this post to make sure it was correct xD
I was taking pictures of some leaves and this cat appeared out of nowhere and just walked right into one of my shotsâŚ.an autumn miracleâŚ
Reblog for an autumn miracle
This is one of my favorite posts because that catâs fucking name is fucking meatloaf
Let us just appreciate that this personâs dad didnât know when they would be home and so he couldnât plan for them to be able to join the family for dinner, but he knew with no doubts that dear sweet Meatloaf staying in that exact position for hours was an absolute in this scenario. Truly, that cat was named well.
one of my favorite posts on tumblr over the course of 5 fucking years.. clearly i need a life
Meatloaf is a reliable cat and did not steal the money for selfish reasons. A rare friend.
I love Meatloaf. :)
Bless Meatloaf
Reblog Money Meatloaf to get surprise $40
I can't relate to people who don't want attention on their birthday at all, if I go to work on my birthday and my coworker is like "hi how are you?" im like "im a birthday girl :)" immediately
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âUpdate: The student who wrote the letter has been found and weâre in the process of finding a way to reward her for her actions. Very grateful for what she didâ
I love this mental image of this quietly horrified and righteous 6th grader just being like maâam you canât do that
6th grader:
#the drawing including kids in the bus windows going like :O kills me
All the kids at the same time â OOOOOOOOOOâ
When I was in high school our school bus backed into a stop sign and all of us kids knew it was going to happen before the bus driver did. One kid even gave running commentary: âMiss! Youâre going to hit that stop sign! Yep. You hit it!â. She just straight backed over it. Damn thing was folded in half and the sign was touching the ground. She tried to tell the guy that lived in the house on that corner that there was no way she did it...
That was a sub that we didnât have come back.Â
conspiracy theories about the Masons and the New World Order and shit are fucking insane but like what the fuck is going on at denver international tho that place is insane
like what the hell is this shit
It's boring to go "whoever made this was on drugs" but shit, I don't have a better explanation.
they took that fucked up satan acid from Mandy
They took the brown acid from Woodstock
Smoked some Adrenochrome and woke up here
These pieces are literally about the historical genocide and harm due to colonization and is a call for indigenous sovereignty and healing of land so maybe donât.
Actually yeah we should talk about that. The murals were made by Mexican-American artist Leo Tanguma. The evocative style is characteristic of Mexican socialist realist art, which is something that almost definitely contributed to the conspiracy theories surrounding the mural.
conspiracy theories about the Masons and the New World Order and shit are fucking insane but like what the fuck is going on at denver international tho that place is insane
like what the hell is this shit
It's boring to go "whoever made this was on drugs" but shit, I don't have a better explanation.
they took that fucked up satan acid from Mandy
They took the brown acid from Woodstock
Smoked some Adrenochrome and woke up here
These pieces are literally about the historical genocide and harm due to colonization and is a call for indigenous sovereignty and healing of land so maybe donât.
Actually yeah we should talk about that. The murals were made by Mexican-American artist Leo Tanguma. The evocative style is characteristic of Mexican socialist realist art, which is something that almost definitely contributed to the conspiracy theories surrounding the mural.
The trouble with public art installations is that even among those that donât strive to be inoffensively bland, too many of them are designed to be cute or inspiring or edgy or otherwise provoke a specific, well-defined emotion. What we need is more public art whose intended reaction is âwhat in the goddamnâŚ?â
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My girlfriend and I talk a lot about our different generations of queerness, because she was doing queer activism in the 1990s and I wasnât.
And sheâs supportive of my writing about queerness but also kind of bitter about how quickly her entire generationâs history has disappeared into a bland âAIDS was bad, gay marriage solved homophobiaâ narrative, and now weâre having to play catch-up to educate young LGBTQ+ people about queer history and queer theory. It gets pretty raw sometimes.
I mean, a large part of the reason TERFs have been good at educating the young and queer people havenât is, in the 80s and 90s the leading lights of TERFdom got tenured university positions, and the leading lights of queerdom died of AIDS.
âExcuse us,â she said bitterly the other day, not at me but to me, âfor not laying the groundwork for children we never thought weâd have in a future none of us thought weâd be alive for.â
âthe reason TERFs have been good at educating the young and queer people havenât is, in the 80s and 90s the leading lights of TERFdom got tenured university positions, and the leading lights of queerdom died of AIDS.â
thank you for giving me a good reason to finish my dissertation and try to make it in the academy
Wait, idk LGBTQ+ history, but they died of AIDS cause, what, hospitals refused to treat them or�
Oh heck yeah.
When an epidemic happens, public health agencies spend millions of dollars trying to understand what happens: Why are people sick or dying? What caused it? Who else is at risk? Government health departments like the Centres for Disease control and private companies both invest hundreds of millions of dollars into preserving public health. This happened in 1977, when military veterans who all attended the same gathering began to get sick with a strange type of pneumonia, with 182 cases and 29 dead, and the CDC traced the illness to a bacterium distributed by the air conditioning system of a hotel they all stayed at, and in 1982, when seven people died of tainted Tylenol, and pharmaceutical companies changed the entire way their products were made and packaged to prevent more deaths.
Meanwhile, the AIDS epidemic took six years to be recognized by the CDC (1975-1981) because at first the only people dying were intravenous drug users, which is to say, heroin addicts; when it was recognized, President Reaganâs government pressured the CDC to spend as little time and money on AIDS as possible, because they literally didnât think gay lives were important. So yes, hospitals refused to treat them and medical staff treated them as disgusting people who deserved to die, but also, there was very little funding for scientists to understand what this disease was, what caused it, where it came from, how it spread, or how to stop it. The LGBTQ+ community had to organize and fight to get hospitals to treat them, to fund scientific research, to be legally allowed to buy the drugs that kept them alive, and to have access to treatment. An effective treatment for AIDS wasnât found until 1995.
And itâs ongoing; a lot of the difficulty of fighting AIDS in Africa is that itâs seen as âthe gay diseaseâ (and thanks to European colonialism, even African societies that used to be okay with us were taught to think LGBTQ+ people are bad). Even now that we have medications that can treat or prevent AIDS, theyâre incredibly expensive and hard to get; in 2015, New York businessman Martin Shkreli acquired the exclusive right to make a drug that treats an AIDS-related disease, and raised its price from $13.50 a pill to $750 a pill.Â
Hereâs one history on what it was like to have and fight AIDS, one history on how politicians responded to the epidemic, and if you can get a copy of the documentary How to Survive a Plague, itâs a good introduction, because itâs about how AIDS patients had to fight for their lives. A lot of these histories are imperfect and incomplete, because privilege played a big part in whose lives and deaths were seen as importantâPoor people, people of colour, trans people, and drug addicts were less likely to be able to afford or access medical care, and more likely to die without being remembered; histories often tend to focus on straight people who got AIDS through no fault of their own, and then white cis gay men who seem more ârespectableâ and ârelatableâ. Â
I mean, people who will talk about how homophobia led to neglect of AIDS still find ways not to mention that AIDS isnât just sexually transmitted; itâs hugely a disease of drug addicts, because sharing needles is a huge way the disease spreads. But because society always thinks, oh, drug addicts are bad and disgusting people and of course criminals, that often gets neatly dropped from the histories, and itâs still hard to get people to agree to things that keep drug addicts alive, like needle exchanges and supervised injection sites. But if you want my rant about how the war on drugs is bullshit used to control poor people and people of colour, and drugs shouldnât be criminalized, youâll have to ask for that separately.
They died of AIDS because
Hospitals refused to treat them, and when they did get admitted, treated them like dirt so their will-to-live was eroded - refused to let long-term partners visit them, staff acted like they were disgusting nuisances, etc.
Very little funding was put into finding causes or cures - AIDS was considered âgodâs punishmentâ for immoral behavior by a whole lot of people.
Once causes were understood (effective treatments were a long ways off), information about those causes werenât widely shared - because it was a âsex diseaseâ (it wasnât) and because a huge number of the victims were gay or needle-drug users, and the people in charge of disease prevention (or in charge of funding) didnât care if all of those people just died.
Not until it started hitting straight people and superstar celebrities (e.g. Rock Hudson) did it get treated as A Real Problem - and by that time, it had reached terrifying epidemic conditions.
Picture from 1993:
We lost basically a whole generation of the queer community.
As a current AIDS survivor, this is really important information. I was diagnosed not only HIV positive in 2014, but I had already progressed to an AIDS diagnosis. Knowing how far weâve come with treatment and what the trials and tribulations of those who came before cannot and must not ever be forgotten. Awareness is the number one goal. I often speak to the microbiology students at my university to explain what itâs like to live with, how the medications work, side effects, how itâs affected my daily life, and just raise general awareness.
Before my diagnosis, I, like many others, was clueless to how far treatment has come. I was still under the belief my diagnosis was a death sentence. Moving forward, even if only one person hears my story, thatâs one more person thatâs educated and can raise awareness.
I believe itâs time for us as a society to start better education of this disease. The vast majority of the people Iâve spoken to are receptive to the knowledge of my status, and Iâve received lots of support from loved ones, friends, and total strangers. Itâs time to beat the stigma.
This is slightly off-point, but as for the cost, I wanted to mention that some pharmacies have specialties that let them get special coupons/programs and stuff to save money.
A bottle of Truvada (a month supply commonly used for treating this) is at least $3,000 out of pocket and insurance doesnât usually take a lot off of that. But the pharmacy I work at is an HIV specialty and we always get te price down to less than $10.
If youâre on HIV meds and theyâre ludicrously expensive, ask your local pharmacy manager if there are any local HIV specialty pharmacies that they know of. They might be able to help.
I think itâs important to emphasize that, while the diagnosis is no longer a death sentence, it is also true that people dying of AIDS because of homophobia is not history only.
My brotherâs first boyfriend was kicked out/disowned by his parents for being queer, got AIDS, couldnât afford treatment, and died. He died in 2019, at around 20 years old.
In 2019.
Barely more than a kid.
Of a treatable disease.
Because of homophobia.
Because his parents cared more about not being associated with a queer person than they cared about their sonâs literal life.
AIDS is not just history. Neither is homophobia.
Back to history: When AIDS patients held die-ins, they went to hospitals, lay down in front of them, and literally waited to die.
If youâre young & either queer or queer-adjacent, think about the number of people out of the closet you know your own age & think about how many you know your parents age. Theyâre not stamping us out of the mould any quicker these days than in the â60s, except in lockstep with population growth. I think, growing up, my picture of relative numbers of queer people & straights was unavoidably impacted by the number of empty seats at our table. That might be the case for you too. The number of elders you never got to meet.
Remember this when people talk about how small the LGBTQIA+ population is. That itâs âsuch a small percentage of the population to be catered tooâ. Remember this and tell them, âthatâs because homophobia killed themâ.
This picture of the San Francisco Gay Menâs Chorus is often included with the âThe men facing the camera/in white are the surviving membersâ but it leaves out something extremely important:
By 1996, all of the men facing the camera in the picture were dead.
Every.
Single.
One.
Eric Luse, the photographer, said this in a more recent article :
By 1996 the obituary list was almost 50 names longer than the entire choral roster. All of the positions plus four dozen more, gone. The obituary list continued to grow, too. The cost and availability of any treatments in the mid-late 90s continued to cause more death.
If you were queer in the 80s and 90s, you knew someone who had it and knew people who died from it. Period. I cannot stress the impact this had on the queer community and those of us who were alive at the time, and I know the scope of it is almost unimaginable to younger people today.
By 1996, there were NO surviving original members of the SFGMC. You need to know that when you see this picture.
Dozens of the men turned away from the camera here in this shot were also dead alongside the men in white. It is vital to recognize that.
There is no hope in this picture, it isnât a display of a lucky few who avoided death. There is no âWell at least some of them survivedâ because no, they didnât, and this time was so fucking bleak and painful itâs astonishing that anything got done. Theyâd march one week and die the next. Their friends would bury them in the morning and march in the afternoon. This went on for years.
Bigotry and hate and ignorance killed generations of queer people. It speaks to the sheer resilience of the community that from that all but state-sanctioned genocide, we have gained so much ground in the last few decades. Much is owed to the people who refused to stay quiet and who fought even on their deathbeds, so please consider learning about LGBTQ+ history as a way of continuing the fight and showing respect. Many of us coming of age at that time didnât have that opportunity, and made it a point to learn and get involved as teenagers and young adults because we saw what we were losing.
Sing for two.
My fave part of this post is the repeated usage of the word âqueerâ. In a discussion about the hatred of LGBT people and how they were left to die by the government, itâs always a great idea to call them all a slur. Can you switch it up a bit and use âfagâ next time?
Thereâs a really obvious reason why weâre using âqueerâ.
When talking about LGBTQ+ history, often we have to be really careful with the language we use, because how we understand things now is not how the people weâre talking about understood themselves at the time. We end up using phrases like, âPeople who we would now understand as gay or lesbianâ or âexperiences which modern transgender people often identify withâ.
In this case? Itâs because thatâs the word they used.
(Many of them also used the words âfagâ or âdykeâ, but âqueerâ is more inclusive.)
When I talk about âthe leading lights of queernessâ I mean Queer Nation. I mean the people who contributed to Queer Theory. I mean people who deliberately chose to use that word. I mean me and my ex-girlfriend. We exist.
During the AIDS crisis especially, homophobia was so bad that a lot of people didnât want to be known by any word associated with the gay community: Not gay, not homosexual, not queer, not anything. Epidemiologists had to create the category of âmen who have sex with menâ because there was literally no existing term that didnât carry the weight of a slur. The purpose of using the word âqueerâ was for people to say, âLetâs stop running from the things society is calling us; letâs pick up the weapons theyâve hurled at us and start hurling them back. There is no level of socially acceptable we can be that will make them suddenly decide our lives matter. Weâre here, weâre queer, get used to it.â It meant very specifically embracing and defending their/our marginalized position.
Every word weâve ever been known by has been a slur. We all have our own histories and flinch reactions. I grew up with âgayâ and âlezzoâ being used really hatefully around me, as well as âqueerâ and âdykeâ and âfagâ, and I have different comfort levels with all those different words.
/shrug emoji You can dislike the word all you like and ask that it not be used for you. But historically and today, a lot of us do use it for ourselves, and we constitute âthe queer communityâ or âqueerdomâ. Which we donât think is a bad thing. If you donât want to join us, fine, but that doesnât make us stop existing, and any other word you can call us would also be a slur, because our community is predicated on saying, âWe are that thing youâre so afraid of. Get used to it.â
Speaking to the MSM point in the final addition. Functionally a problem in trying to get studies going in the 80s and 90s that tried to figure out what in hell was going on was trying to get people into studies. To answer questions. Because you could lose your job, home, family, life if you incautiously admitted to being gay/queer/homosexual. So among the men who were terrified of being on any kind of record as being gay because they self identified that way there were a whole host of people who didnât actually see themselves as gay. Because it was just not something they could accept. But what always fascinated me was in the studies we did (Iâm out of Vancouver, BC and have been part of an HIV/AIDS research organization since 96, for context) at one point we had a staunch group of individuals who were predominantly immigrants from other cultures who culturally had definitions of behaviour that didnât align with North American behaviour labels. Insertive partners in some cultures are not gay as they were/are not mechanically different from âthe normal maleâ sexual actor. Receptive partners were. Basically the thinking in some peopleâs minds is that women=receptive and insertive=male. And if your sex didnât match the sexual positionâŚÂ Now. To be clear. Iâm not saying these things as a point of âthis is what I thinkâ. This is what had been captured in interviews and conversations and studies over the years. Some people aligned themselves these ways. Iâve always seen it as part and parcel of the gender issues and misogyny that weâre still, 30 years later, arguing about.  As to the rest⌠Iâve written about this (and lectured and written and lectured and written) before. In this particular thread even. It will never stop amazing me the revisionism that happens around queer. Those of us who were in large protesting crowds, remembering âWeâre Here! Weâre Queer! Get Over It!â being told âitâs never not been a slur/been used by usâ justâŚwigs me out. What I remember? What I remember is my now husband and then friends (and myself) knowing that the straight culture we lived in equated holding hands with a sexual act. Holding hands in public as queer people was fucking. It was viewed the same. Today that seems ludicrous but itâs how it was. Our being was an act of aggression, of sexual acts, of a political agenda. A spiritual and moral violence. And we knew. Like everyone has known: the fear behind that was potentially a tool we could use. So standing in rooms with scientists and physicians who had decided we were dirty queers with sick fucking lives and minds, prone to acts of perversion and inhumanity? We wore shirts with QUEER in big bold letters so when they talked to us, met our eyes, it was over the words they were whispering in their heads. It was under the leather we wore, the sexualized outfits with no room for misinterpretation about FUCKING. And SEX. And in these meetings discussing policy and funding and science we stood there in our entirety on display, forcing them to look at us in all of this - to see we felt all of it was normal and not something we were ashamed of? How could the idea that sex was enjoyable be a topic of debate that had implications on our fundamental humanity? Apparently people did, and do, think so. This all put us in positions of power in those negotiations. Negotiations, do not ever forget often that were about whether or not their largess would allow us to live. So while people were embarrassed to be confronted with their prejudices that they were comfortable expressing out of sight and hearing of us, we stood and HELD their eyes and their attention. Queer fuckers. Fags and perverts. And we refused to fucking die quietly. (shrug) So to those that dislike the word, outside of the fire of my own history I will calmly discuss it and follow their instructions not to call them queer. But if you step into my history, into the graveyard of the men and women I know who are now gone due to apathy and disinterest and hatred and homophobia⌠youâre going to hear queer. In great swelling chants from the throats of thousands of people in the streets. You can like it or hate it but you cannot argue itâs existence and the lever it was that shifted the world weâre arguing in the middle of, today.
â(shrug) So to those that dislike the word, outside of the fire of my own history I will calmly discuss it and follow their instructions not to call them queer.  But if you step into my history, into the graveyard of the men and women I know who are now gone due to apathy and disinterest and hatred and homophobia⌠youâre going to hear queer.  In great swelling chants from the throats of thousands of people in the streets.  You can like it or hate it but you cannot argue itâs existence and the lever it was that shifted the world weâre arguing in the middle of, today.â
Thank you so much for speaking to this. It sounds trite and flip and easy but being able to connect to our history (and especially in a city I love - for all its faults and they are many - and am getting to go back to) is really important to me and really deeply precious. So thank you.
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this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that youâre always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now weâve realised everyoneâs version of âcomfortâ is hilariously different
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