I took the stars and made a map.
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I heard your heart beating; it was in darkness too, so I stayed in the darkness with you.
My guess, maybe it’s those keys.
Skeleton key in the lock of our front door at Three Bears Cottage.
What’s true is that this is how we do it every day. Most PFLAG parents will tell you that they weren’t quite such staunch, supportive LGBTQ allies before their children came out. And friends, neighbors, coworkers and community members become allies every day as they realize that people they know and love are LGBTQ and have been all along.
Of course, it’s much easier to turn around a viewpoint that starts at neutral. My crazy cultish fundamentalist parents, for example, would be much less likely to come around (as life has proven). I just wish that people could drop the trappings of culture, religion and politics, follow their hearts, and come out as allies.
This is part of why it’s so important to me that allies have a proven place in our community. Because these people are in many cases risking everything that we are by coming out, and they deserve a valued place in the same community that they are helping to build.
All of that said— this article made me giggle happily. Go read it. :]
U.S. makes it legal for aid groups to help Somalians
- before Aid groups couldn’t get food to starving people in al-Shabaab-controlled areas in Somalia. That’s because the U.S. has sanctions against the al-Qaeda affiliated group who is doing everything in their power to ensure aid doesn’t reach civilians — including diverting aid and killing aid workers.
- now The U.S. now says it won’t prosecute aid groups whose aid falls into the wrong hands — which is a good thing. It’ll make it at least a little easier to get aid to people in Somalia, but it’ll still be dangerous. 14 World Food Programme workers have been killed in the region since 2008 alone.
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A talking lion, a witch, and a sassy gay fawn live in a magical land inside a wardrobe and create a legacy of coming-out puns to last the ages.
Girl Without Hands
by Margaret Atwood
Walking through the ruins
on your way to work
that do not look like ruins
with the sunlight pouring over
the seen world
like hail or melted
silver, that bright
and magnificent, each leaf
and stone quickened and specific in it,
and you can’t hold it,
you can’t hold any of it. Distance surrounds you,
marked out by the ends of your arms
when they are stretched to their fullest.
You can walk no further than this,
you think, walking forward,
pushing the distance in front of you
like a metal cart on wheels
with its barriers and horizontals.
Appearance melts away from you,
the offices and pyramids
on the horizon shimmer and cease.
No one can enter that circle
you have made, that clean circle
of dead space you have made
and stay inside,
mourning because it is clean.
Then there’s the girl, in the white dress,
meaning purity, or the failure
to be any colour. She has no hands, it’s true.
The scream that happened to the air
when they were taken off
surrounds her now like an aureole
of hot sand, of no sound.
Everything has bled out of her.
Only a girl like this
can know what’s happened to you.
If she were here she would
reach out her arms towards
you now, and touch you
with her absent hands
and you would feel nothing, but you would be
touched all the same.
Writers and their favorite snacks! Who doesn’t love snacks?
(via reallier)
And it’s all just a jump to the left!
The Criminologist has no neck. Frank is a transvestite that will fuck anything that moves. Rocky is only 1/7th of a man. Columbia gets shot in the tits by a laser. Dr. Scott is a cripple but fishnets cure paraplegia. Eddie has a Teddy, then he becomes dinner. Janet is a slut. Brad is an asshole. Magenta and Riff Raff love incest. Frank didn’t go down and as a result is killed. The castle gets beamed back to Transsexual Transylvania.
If only this was how education and outreach always worked. <3
I’m currently an English teacher working in Beijing and I was teaching a class of 3-5 year olds here at work. The subject was clothing and I came to the word ‘dress.’ The following conversation ensued.
(In Chinese) 3 Year old girl: I’m wearing a dress.
5 year old boy: I want to wear a dress!
Girl:
