Hello deer

This is Doris Pollas, the cofounder of the organisation now known as lgbt+ Denmark which by being founded in 1948 is one of the oldest if not the oldest queer organisation in the world.

Doris lived in a farm in Jutland as a child. She was always butch and figured out she was a lesbian in her teens. When she heard about a club in copenhagen where boys kissed boys and girls kissed girls she went just some months after and it was through that club she started a paper connecting queer people all up to seventies and co founded lgbt+ Denmark.

She is now 97 year and wishes for every queer person to have an as loving and accepting family as she did.

no but I can give you a really weird fact!

see, unlike almost every other bird of the planet, toucans are completely unable to grow down feathers.

that might sound a little nonsensical, but down feathers are the fluffy underlayer that other birds have between their regular flight feathers and their skin! this layer of fluff provides the birds with extra insulation and shock absorption, and are so damn good at their job that humans regularly steal them for use in jackets and pillows.

oops?

and since toucans just straight don't have this layer under their body feathers, you can actually see their translucent skin under there if you hold them right!

(most bird skin is translucent, you just can't see it like this because there's down in the way. unless the bird in question is a toucan. weirdos.)

but more importantly, down USUALLY serves as insulation for vulnerable chicks, and is replaced/covered up as the chick's body feathers grow in!

BUT NOT TOUCANS. baby toucans are born completely naked-o, and they stay that way until their body feathers decide to show up.

which looks really weird, actually.

in timelapse, it looks like a chorus of tiny old men spontaneously grew their own tuxedos.

but anyway this really has no bearing on your day-to-day life, but the next time you see one of these:

Even in the house it was LOUD.  Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval.  You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off.  It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks.  People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit.  It did.  Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that.  People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

Cat: Arr-rar! (weird chirp noise)

Cat: [weird mechanical-sounding hiss]

Cat, while licking finger, in a very gravelly voice: Ah mlem-a-mlem-a-mlem-mlem-a-mlem-a-mlem… mrowr rowrrr…

Person holding camera: I love you.

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