Juliette

colourofthekites:

“I could fix him” well I could turn him into a flea, a harmless little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box and then I’ll put that box inside of another box and I’ll mail that box to myself and when it arrives AHAHAHA I’ll smash it with a hammer!!!

unsettlingstories:

unsettlingstories:

When will Microsoft Edge finally be allowed to Microsoft Cum :(

Ever post something and wonder later if your medication is slowly poisoning you?

adgjl103:

guerrillatech:

It’s happening in Canada too with this heat wave. So much infrastructure depends on temperatures being within reasonable margins.

campfireharvest:

micspam:

micspam:

who give a shit

this website has destroyed my fucking sense of humour like who do i share this with. who do i show this to. all of my friends are normal and i cant show my family anything i do online so just what the fuck where do i go from here

tiktoksthataregood-ish:

misterreus:

sophiexteresa:

sophiexteresa:

the-only-useful-lesbian:

sophiexteresa:

kaijuno:

kreature-ofthenight:

kaijuno:

gays dress like everyone from Jurassic Park tbh

Fair point

Not even sure if these are types of gay, but here we are

You forgot the T. Rex

Omg you’re right, I forgot the T-Rex!!!

@the-only-useful-lesbian

The dinosaur is an amazing punchline but Dennis Nedry not making it on this post is pure ‘Hawaiian Shirt Gay’ erasure.

invertprivileges:

tockthewatchdog:

we need to give this tweet more credit for im pretty sure coining “die mad about it”

checks out, thank you melanie

mother-entropy:

afronerdism:

macaronsandfries:

another-bondi-blonde:

“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.

During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.

On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.

In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”

Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.

“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.

Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him

and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.

After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.

After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.

Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.

Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.

For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley

She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.

She published her book November of 2020

even all the way in dallas, gay men in the late 80s/early 90s said her name with reverence.