I put Tali’s kitten collar on her today. It’s a breakaway, just in case.
Other than a few minutes of “!?”, she’s tolerating it just fine!
oh god I must have a doppelganger of this cat in my lap NOW
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.
Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.
Seriously people…
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??
holy fucking fuck oh my fucking god.
appalling.
Vigeland Park’s depictions of elderly people being tender to each other made me cry like a banshee one fateful summer day in 2007.
just silence, love and time
pro-tip: if your ally-ship is dependent on
- the minority group not making you feel bad
- not calling out the majority you are apart of
- carefully wording every phrase so allies don’t get their feelings hurt
- making space for allies in minority spaces
- allowing/not opposing…
Last night I felt unbelievably sad and sometimes it happens that way: a sensation comes out across the landscape into the cities and further into the window of the car as I’m coasting the labyrinths of the canyon streets. It feels for a moment like nothing more than wind; it’s something I don’t see coming and suddenly it’s upon me and my eyes are blurring with tears and fragmented spills of neon and ghostly bodies of pedestrians and smokestacks and traffic lights and I’m gasping from a sense of loss and desire. I can’t think of anything I am truly afraid of and I’m trying to give something unspeakable words; some of us live in big cities so we can be alone, so we can avoid ourselves, and yet by living within massive populations we can have help or love within reach if necessary.
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| — | David Wojnarowicz. Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration. (via thekateblack) |
