Sunday Comics!
“My tax dollars… going to something… I don’t personally support?!
What… the… HELL!”
I do so love it when I agree with the antagonist in a conservative political comic.
lol @ me not seeing the punchline <3
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Well said, Sir Ian. Well said.
[Reddit]
Oh my god, this is so amazing.
THOU SHALT NOT PASS…LEGISLATURE AGAINST GAY MARRIAGE <3](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3edj7gUwJ1qzzpi4o1_500.jpg)
Well said, Sir Ian. Well said.
[Reddit]
Oh my god, this is so amazing.
THOU SHALT NOT PASS…LEGISLATURE AGAINST GAY MARRIAGE <3
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Chaz Mckinney || Alejandro (Cover)
This is fucking amazing. I just wish it wasn’t autotuned at parts.
A few people have sent this to me. Why hasn’t the liberal media been all over this, hmmm???
lol, Onion, ilu <3
I am a gay veteran, but my experience with “don’t ask, don’t tell” is probably different from most you’ve heard, because I never told. For nearly five years I stayed silent about my sexual orientation while I served as an infantryman in the United States Army, successfully completed my deployments to Kuwait and Iraq and got a Combat Infantryman Badge to boot, then was honorably discharged from the military and went on to graduate from Syracuse University using my Montgomery GI Bill Benefits. I should be the perfect example of DADT’s success. But my time in the military was one of the most stressful, unnerving periods of my life. You see, when I served for those five years, I did so in complete silence and isolation. […]
I wanted to get out of my city, to create a different life for myself, and serving in the military was the only real shot I had. I would have done anything to protect that opportunity. I was pathologically paranoid of opening up to anyone about anything, least of all the gay identity that I was struggling to come to terms with.
For years I cut myself off from my other platoon members, becoming secretive and antisocial. I was told these were my brothers, that I should be able to trust them with my life. That’s what warfare demands — total faith in those fighting alongside you — but my fear eroded that trust. How could I completely trust a soldier who could ruin my career? So I declined invitations to hang out. I kept my distance. I was so nervous that they would somehow know, that I would say the wrong thing, maybe look at another guy for too long, and that they would figure it out, report me, and have me railroaded out of the military and right back to Ohio. I retreated into myself and, eventually, sunk into a depression.
I only came out to one person, and even then it was a serious risk. But when I got the call that my unit was deploying to Iraq, I started thinking about death in a way few 20-year-olds will ever have to, and decided I just couldn’t lie anymore. I needed to trust someone, and Howard was the closest thing to a real friend I allowed myself to have during those years. Our shared nerdiness made us outcasts in the platoon, and we bonded in a way familiar to anyone who has ever had to sit outside of the popular table in the school cafeteria. When he told me that it didn’t matter to him, that he was still my friend, I realized how much I had internalized the message of DADT. I had forgotten that I was someone worthwhile.
I’m reblogging gay things today, you’re welcome.
When I saw that this was the number one story on Reddit—and overwhelmingly so—I wondered why. Sure, it’s a cute picture, but what was so special about it?
Well, the photographer’s deviantART page has the backstory (which I’m editing minimally so that it makes grammatical sense, because I’m an OCD jerk):
Took this picture at Gay Pride 2009 in Brussels. This was a little kid of a gay couple coming to check those curious pins on his jacket. The kid pulled the punk’s jacket and the punk sat on his knees. When the two men called their kid back the punk got a little kiss from the kid. This made my day perfect.
Yes, a picture is worth 1,000 words, but sometimes it helps to know which words it represents.
I really want to go to a Pride event.
My cleaning lady’s daughter is a shape shifter, I swear!
I was upstairs, and when my cleaning lady came up to clean my room, I moved to the kitchen with my laptop. Upon running low on battery, I ran upstairs to grab my adapter out of my wall, and my cleaning lady’s daughter is organizing my bookshelf. When did she even walk past me to go upstairs? My cleaning lady was alone.
And what’s freakier is that this is not the first time that her daughter has appeared out of thin air.
SHE’S A WITCH.
