When I stopped at a crosswalk today this guy pulled up next to me, rolled his window down, and stuck his head out, and at first I was like ‘Oh no street harassment here it comes.’ but then the guy was like “DUDE! LOOK AT THAT HUGE RAINBOW BEHIND YOU.”
The only appropriate thing for a dude to shout at me out a car window.
THE FACT THAT THE AMERICAN PEDIATRIC SOCIETY TOLD AMERICAN SCHOOL SYSTEMS THAT TEENS SHOULD NOT BE UP BEFORE 8:30 AND ONLY 15% OF SCHOOLS LISTENED ANGERS ME SO MUCH
it pisses me off how writing doesn’t get people money unless they’re like jk rowling like writing books should be one of the highest paying jobs in the world that shit is hard
i bet that open heart surgeries are harder
Open heart surgeries can be taught. You can’t teach a person a world that no one else has created.
First off your leading lady is all curvy and snarky.
Second your villain is sarcastic and pissed off all the time.
Then you literally have a chorus of these sassy bitches. Calling Meg out on her shit, “like nah uh girl, we know you’re lying! You got it bad for that boy.”
Then you got the super sassy god of sass, Hermes.
In conclusion, Hercules is one of my favorite and most watched Disney movies.
Trying to prove a point to my ag teacher. Please reblog and your URL will be written in a notebook so I can prove a point
If you have a fresh tattoo and you work in the medical industry, maybe cover that with an antiseptic bandage before coming in. Otherwise, knock yourself the fuck out.
If, after you are finished questioning and experimenting with gender/sexuality, you figure out that you are straight and/or cisgender, that is completely okay. Your time spent figuring yourself out was not wasted or in vain, and you weren’t “faking it” the whole time. You’re just as valid as anyone else.
You’re learning. And that’s the most valid a person can be.
how do I tell all the Salvation Army bell ringers that I really respect the spirit of what they’re doing but their homophobic racist transphobic organization isn’t doing it for me
Asked my mom this. She suggested that you buy the bell ringer a cup of coffee. She’s been doing it that way since before I was born, and people tend to really appreciate it. You can do something for the bell ringer without supporting the organization.
robs trans women actors (who can’t get cis women roles) and gives those roles to cis men who already have an enormous amount of roles and opportunities
reinforces the false idea that trans woman are somehow equivalent or analagous to cis men in costume
like really thats all there is to it. theres nothing you can say that justifies this practice
So I was recruiting for my schools annual blood drive today at lunch. I asked my friend if he would donate and he said, “I can’t, I’m gay.” Since we are good friends we male fun of each other and make jokes at our own expense and I thought he was joking. But no. He was dead fucking serious. And I looked it up to verify.
In the US you are not allowed to donate blood if you are gay, bi, or lesbian.
I honestly have been pissed about this all day.
I FOUND THIS OUT PRETTY YOUNG AND I LITERALLY SHOUTED FOR LIKE AN HOUR BECAUSE I WAS SO PISSED.
Honestly Latinas are so incredibly important. Brown Latinas, Black Latinas, First Generation in the USA Latinas, Latinas who have to translate everything for their parents, fat Latinas, disabled Latinas, Latinas who were only ever told to speak English so they might fit in better, trans Latinas, all Latinas. You’re beautiful.
in 7th grade we had this german teacher who immigrated to america from Germany about 23 years ago and one guy in my class thought it would be funny to ask him “Hey, because you’re german does that make you a Nazi?” and in a very thick german accent he replies “Hey, because you’re a white american boy, does that make you a slaveholder?” and the kid never tried to be funny in that class again
…A young child born deaf in an indigenous North American nation grew up nearly always being able to communicate with her community. She would not be physically segregated. The expectation would be that if she survived the vagaries of life to which all were exposed, she could find and enjoy a partner, and she would eventually grow old as a treasured elder who tickled and guided the children around her. If all were in balance, she would find her gift—perhaps weaving, perhaps gathering particularly delicious herbs—and share that with her community, who would then share their gifts with her. A successful healing ceremony, if one was needed, would balance and resolve whatever unease might have existed—but certainly no one would expect the young girl to hear, for such a result was unnecessary.
Nearly every indigenous-language group used signed communication to some degree, and many nations shared singed languages despite their verbal difference. Europeans documented use of signed language among North American indigenous peoples as early as the sixteenth century, and anthropologists and linguists agree that it was employed long before contact with Europeans. Signed language has been identified within at least forty different language groups. Today, we know about indigenous signed languages because of its continued use by some elders, the anthropological work of scholars such as the Smithsonian’s Garrick Mallery in the late nineteenth century, films made by Hugh L. Scott in 1930 at the Indian Sign Language Council, and the tenacious scholarship and activism of contemporary linguists such as Jeffery E. Davis.
The most widely used signed language spread across an extensive region of the Great Plains, from Canada’s North Saskatchewan River to the Rio Grande, from the Rocky Mountain foothills to the Mississippi-Missouri valley. What is now referred to as Plains Indian Sign Language (PISL) enabled communication across communities regarding trade, in critical political negotiations, and even in courtship. Great Plains used this “signed lingua franca” as Davis has characterized it, within their communities as an alternative to spoken language for ritual or storytelling purposes—and of course as a primary language for deaf people and those around them.
”—A Disability History of America by Kim E. Nielsen, page 4 and 5 (via mustangscullaaay)
one of my favourite things about julie andrews is that no matter how succesful or famous or talented you are, as soon as you are in her presence you will turn into a sobbing mess because she is literally the queen of the universe
