'homosexual love is beautiful,' sign showing support for the second annual march commemorating the stonewall riots, new york city, new york, june 21, 1971.
thinking with so much love and fondness of the time i went camping with several gay men and they were all asking me curious questions about being on testosterone in my 30s and being very kind and affirming and encouraging of me which was so sweet. anyway at some point on the trip we were all whiskey drunk and ended up standing in a circle with our arms around each others' shoulders swaying back and forth singing something and then i stepped out of the circle to get a drink of water and the circle dance turned into a circle kiss where they were pecking each other on the lips one at a time and passing the kiss around like a hand-rhyme game. and one of them was like "story, you're a gay dude get in here!" and i was like "all of my love so deeply and so truly from the bottom of my heart for the gender affirmation, but i'm still a lesbian." a few of of them nodded sagely but one of them said "why would that have anything to do with it?"
our love hehe
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Pierced tiddie? How daring for you! Was that a Horus request or just for funsies? These are important questions.
hey so. don't do this. being a minor doesn't give you an excuse to be an entitled piece of shit. if you're old enough to use the internet and communicate with strangers online, you're old enough to know basic manner. fanfic writers write for themselves, they don't owe you anything. you’re privileged enough to read their works for free. either be respectful to them or shut the hell up.
to clarify, this didn’t happen to me. I found it on twitter and it made my blood boil
by the way, if you talk like this to a stranger in real life, you might get a black eye. I don’t condone violence, but sometimes if you fuck around, you’ll find out. it’s one thing to joke like this with your friend, someone you’re close with. but a stranger? know your boundaries.
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Once I was doing fieldwork with someone from Europe and said “careful, there’s a rattlesnake over there.” And she rushed over like I’d said there was a quetzal.
I said “Ma’am please, we’re three hours from a hospital!” and she said
1.) I don’t understand how that can be
2.) But I’ve never done fieldwork from a car before (!!!) so I’ll take your word for it.
3.) Did you just call me ma’am? Like a cowboy?
We drove through the Los Angeles megacity together — and at one point were stuck in traffic.
“Heeeey”, she said, like someone gently broaching a topic I should have noticed, “Why does the lane next to us have diamond shaped symbols on it?”
That is! A subtle and friendly way of asking why we’re sitting in traffic when there’s a carpool lane Right There! I laughed and pulled into the lane and started driving.
Unfortunately. That isn’t what she was implying, she was genuinely asking. So we were stuck in traffic, she asked about what was clearly a breakdown or emergency access lane, and I laughed and started driving in it. She was Alarmed.
“Hello! Excuse me! We can’t drive in this lane! No one else is driving in this lane!!”
“Oh! I should have said — this lane is for people with more than one person in their car.”
“That is RIDICULOUS. You are lying. You are lying about what this lane is for and we’ll get arrested! (ma’am it’s fine but if it weren’t it would be more of a “ticket” situation) we’ll get a “ticket”! (Ma’am again it’s fine but were it not I alone would get the ticket) because that IS NOT the purpose of this lane. That is a RIDICULOUS lie.”
“I’m sorry, I should have said — I thought you were being subtle about my oversight. Please observe the carpool sign.”
“I don’t know what a carpool is and I don’t believe you.”
“How about you look at all the cars stuck in traffic and see how many have more than one driver, and if there are at least five I’ll get back into the traffic jam.”
“FINE!”
<a pause>
(With dawning horror) “none of these cars have more than one person in them.”
“I know.”
“None of these cars have more than one person!!”
“If you weren’t here I’d be right there with them.”
“OK but there was no train to where we needed to go.”
“There’s no train to where they needed to go either.”
“HOW.”
Later that day:
“I know McDonalds and Burger King sell Burgers, but what does Wendy’s sell?”
“Burgers”
“And Sonic?”
“Burgers.”
“Jack in the Box?”
“Burgers.”
“In’n’Out?”
“Look, It’s burgers all the way down.”
She hopped off a plane, went camping on Catalina with her husband and his lab, and then I showed her a rattlesnake, dragged her through heavy brush, took her (food) shopping in Beverly Hills, illustrated American car dependency and love of burger, and threatened to shoot someone trying to break into our hotel room. (I did not have a gun) She speed-ran the US American experience in eight days.
The first rule of violent trench warfare is to have fun and be yourself
The second rule is DONT GET YOUR FUCKING FEET WET
Rule three is dont shoot the rats.
