“protect heteroromantic aces” lmao from what? the sharknado?
from corrective rape? from mothers who are open and accepting of gay, bi, pan, etc people and still unknowingly tell their asexual children that people who don’t want sex are sick need help? from their closest friends at birthday parties starting conversations about how weird and fake asexuality is? from the fear of being alone forever because no one could want to be with someone like them? from going against sexual and relationship norms in a society that tells them they’re broken and wrong?? from people like you who delegitimize their struggles in the eyes of much of lgbt+ community, some of the only people who you’d think might understand
I had to reblog this twice bc you just got 100% fucking destroyed my dude
Kate McKinnon’s parody of Carol won the Spirit Awards.
June 26, 2016
Dear baby,
I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight. They don’t pull away, they don’t look at your face, and they don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an inch of selfishness to it.
I hope you become addicted, baby. I hope you become addicted to saying things and having them matter to someone.
She [Soo] points out one in particular [fanart] that’s framed above her mirror. It’s Eliza with a word collage drawn around her. A young, Asian girl sent it to Soo because she was so happy to see someone like herself represented onstage.
“That’s just one example of how many young Asian women who have been like, ‘Thank you so much, you are representing me,’” Soo says. “Mixed women tell me they never felt like there was a place for them in the theater, and now there is. It’s just really important for them to be able to see it, and know that it’s not just a dream. You can pursue it.” - Phillipa Soo for Broadway Style Guide, June 2016
June 26, 2016
You can meet somebody tomorrow who has better intentions for you than someone you’ve known forever. Time means nothing, character does
There is a petition to try and call another referendum about the EU, with a rule asking for a 60% majority before a decision is made. Yes this is a shitty time, but hopefully there’s still a chance to fix things. The Leave campaign have already gone back on some of their promises before the referendum, so please, if you can, can you sign this? If we get 100 000 signatures parliament have to debate it, so please. Even if you’re not in the UK if you can share this to try and get it out there, that would be fantastic. Here’s the link:
My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.
North Carolina-based artist Yumi Okita creates stunning fabric moths, butterflies and other assortment of insects using embroidery techniques on textures textiles to replicate the living specimens. The colorful and soft creatures are a domestic version of the original, where the artist ventures outside the evolutionary boundaries and gives the insects her own touch of brilliant jewel tones, using a varied selection of thread and yarn to bring about the desired effect, if not true to nature, then in tribute to her imagination.
The artist sells her larger than life size textile sculptures, where she expertly interweaves thread, fur, feather, wire fabric, cotton and many more elements to form the figure on Etsy.
Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th
No guys you don’t understand.
The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.
So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosity’s birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.
This isn’t a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.
That’s not sad, that’s awesome.
*this is different from the first song ever played on mars (Reach For The Stars by Will.I.Am) which happened the year before, singing is different from playing
In 1974, four years after publishing his first children’s book about the close friendship between Frog and Toad, the author and illustrator Arnold Lobel told his family he was gay. “I think ‘Frog and Toad’ really was the beginning of him coming out,” says his daughter, Adrianne.
In monumental murals and iconic prints, Charles White captured the humanity of black America at a time when simply doing so was a radical political gesture. Getting his start as a precocious young draftsman in Chicago, White would gain employ under the WPA—a job that forced him to complete a painting every month for three years. He moved to New York with his first wife, fellow artist Elizabeth Catlett, where he fell in with the luminaries of the Harlem Renaissance; the couple then went to Mexico City at the invitation of David Alfaro Siqueiros, working for a year at his influential printshop. White called his exposure to overtly political Mexican artists the single most profound influence on his career. While all of this history has led to his general categorization under “social realism,” I find the term a bit limiting, perhaps even with derogatory connotations meant to put down artists who rejected modernist purity and infused their work with activism and narrative. However, White’s immense talent—seen here in his incredible mix of velvety chiaroscuro and deft, lively line—was channeled as much toward politics as toward aesthetic beauty. “All my life, I’ve been painting a simple painting,” he once said. “This does not mean that I am a man without anger—I’ve had my work in museums where I wasn’t allowed to see it. But what I pour into my work is the challenge of how beautiful life can be.”
