Common sense needs to prevail and save me from writing a fanfiction that's basically the larp sex mechanic known as ars amandi. Because with how beat up my hands and wrists frequently are from work (especially now with combined tech crunch and con crunch), I am practically fantasizing about a someone finding and working out all the crunchy tension points in my forearm.
Freddie Mercury spending time at home with one of his beloved cats.
Some days I can't help but gloat about how many people are pissed off at my sheer existence, and how they can die mad about it. I have never been more powerful.
being trans is epic except for all the shit that is designed to make you want to kill yourself
Truly I hate to do this to you all but; you can watch all the videos and read all the blogs in the world but you cannot learn to sew without at some point picking up a piece of fabric and fucking it up. No tutorial exists that will stop you at some point ruining this poor piece of cloth. The visceral act of holding a project and wondering where you went wrong is the only way to learn sewing; you cannot escape it. I’m sorry
After a show in Madrid, I was summoned to the dressing room – and told to bring my camera. It was at Fred’s instruction, so the other crew covered for me as I did as I was asked. Fred wanted a photograph of him with the promoter’s dog, also called Freddie, as you can see on his backstage pass! I quickly shot off half a roll of film and the joy in Fred as he cuddles the dog is so nice to see. He is often seen with his beloved cats, but I don’t know if there is another image of him holding a dog.
📸 Peter Hince
EVERY TIME I see the #trendy vicar roger tag, I feel SO tempted to respond, in true memelord fashion, "You know who else did great things with The Cross behind him?"
... I'll just see myself out.
From Roger's solo collection Best (2014)
I have listened to "Save Me" so many times this week that I'm surprised Spotify hasn't sent me a pop-up that says "You seem to listen to this song a lot, are you ok?"
Brian May, Live Aid Rehearsal (13/07/1985)
This whole video is so funny but also I can 110% believe that Brian May has the level of charisma to attract his much younger neighbor away from her shitty dude to rock out until all hours until everyone's passed out on the floor and the police get called. Mr. Steal Your Girl, but in a way that you have to be pretty desperately jealous to even read as sexual. So the end lesson is "don't fuck things up with your partner so badly that they go partying with a septuagenarian rocker."
Brian May and Talia Dean in the "You Made Your Bed" music video
The Dyke Project manifesto printed on the back of estradiol and testogel boxes
Arden, they/them, six months younger than The Works. Queen, RPGs, fashion, queer horror, trans shitposts, and one very silly polydactyl kitten.
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