"The Road To Fascism Is Paved With People Telling You To Stop Overreacting"

It is fucking devastating when you realize how little women, particularly queer women, mean to anyone.

My city had 20 Pride Month events last year. Six were explicitly for gay men. Five more centered gay men, and happened in gay men’s bars.

Two were for WLW. One got canceled, the other got turned into a “Ladies Night” so more straight women felt welcome.

None of the posters had women on them.

I live in one of the gayest cities in the country.

the fuck is tumblr tv?

Why is tumblr ugly now?

Real

In case anyone finds it helpful because mobility aids are horrifically expensive and inaccessible…

And for those people who have access to mobility devices but might benefit from a second chair they can abuse without risking expensive damage…

Erik Kondo has made a website, Open Source Innovations, that details plans for DIY wheelchairs. These wheelchairs can be made from common materials like wood, plastic, and pvc. They are lightweight and can be custom fit to the user allowing from the same degree of movement you would get from a custom chair. And they are durable and easily repairable. (he has been stress testing his latest design by dropping it down stairs, dropping it out of a car, launching it across a driveway, and throwing it off a deck). Its 12lbs and I think he said its was in the $200 ish range for parts.

He also is working on cheap, open source, accessible designs for beach chairs, off road chairs, motorized attachments (think smart drive), and so on. Plus he skateboards in his wheelchair. Cool dude, helpful info, pass it on.

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Let it never be said I make up fake adventures for text posts that reach 10 notes.

Free will is a miraculous thing

Not in the christian way

But rather “I just remembered that i can take an edible and a bus into a coastal beach town to eat cheetos and watch the sunset”

My toxic trait: I’m great at talking to people about their feelings and what’s doing on in their lives, but the second anyone asks me back I deflect and avoid.

I know I’m doing it. I don’t know how to stop though.

Boy Clothes by Nxdia does what most people think white guys wearing eyeliner does for gender revolution

I’m not trying to be an ad on main, but Oh My God

If you’ve ever thought about getting Loops earplugs, but figured “how much could they really help?”

The terrible hell that is living in city traffic? Suddenly it’s not bad to stand next to the street.

The 4 kids next door in the 3 bedroom apartment? I can only hear screaming if more than 3 chime in.

I can still listen to music and engage in conversation with them. Only downside is I’m very aware of the sound of my own breathing, voice, and my tinnitus.

Hades from Hercules 🤝 Getting mad that your hot girl bestie is ignoring you to hang out with a 🤢GUY🤮 🤝 Me

Young artists

I’m so, so sorry to tell you. The experts are right. The magic is in the editing. I know it’s not fun, AND you have to make the thing before you get to edit it.

When I edit photos I feel kind of “meh” about, I often fall in love with them through editing. When I edit photos I think are really good, I often become obsessed with them. I’m debating submitting some Pride photos to major magazines because I love them so much.

My writing has always been good. I’ve been told that my whole life. I never really felt like it was true, it was just something I did. Recently though, I’ve started to train my editing skill in writing. All of a sudden, I see the art in my work.

Make art. Make as much art that excites you as you can. The worst thing you can do is hold off on doing projects you’re impassioned about because you aren’t happy with your skill level yet. It will eat away at your love for the thing.

Do it badly. Remake it later. Sometimes the true beauty of the peace is the enthusiastic enjoyment apparent of the thing, not the 10,000 hours that went into skill. Skill without passion is no art at all.

New ideas will always come. It is much harder to reignite passion in a place you burned out in shame.