I saw another photoset like this and decided to make one with the world’s most popular popstars.
This really pisses me off. It just demonstrates how deeply ingrained homophobia is in our society. Here is a poster which attempts to combat judgment and prejudice, etc., yet, probably unbeknownst to whomever made it, is entirely homophobic. If you look at the poster, there’s a structure to it: “I’m X, because Y.” ‘Y’ is a statement which is meant to represent something innocent or respectable, and ‘X’ is supposed to be some terrible word used to label such people. So, X = slut, crazy, whore, etc…. and then, in one instance, X = gay. This upsets me because the question, to me, isn’t “why are people calling Justin Bieber gay for being a late bloomer?” but, rather, “why is being called gay such a bad thing in the first place?” Why is being called “gay” as much of an insult as being called crazy, slutty, whorish, fat, immature, idiotic and fake? I mean, this was probably made by a 12 year old, but still… it’s just fucked up.
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My body aches. My skin is a wreck. I can’t stop eating. I’m uncontrollably horny. I’ve been having headaches. I’m not sleeping. The slightest things make me cry. Every part of me hurts.
The last twenty two years feel like a blur. I can’t get to the present. I’m stuck jumping from the past (what it was) to the future (what it will be) and I can’t station myself here and now.
I’m thinking almost exclusively in memories and moments. Yet there’s nothing to hold any of it together. I haven’t been able to apply meaning. There’s just so much emotion I haven’t waded through. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to.
My father’s funeral was a week ago today. I can hardly remember it.
Just got the shivers. Kathleen and Amy both posted this, not sure how I missed it the first time around. It’s the poem I read at my Grandmother’s funeral when I was 14. I could never find it until now.
(via teacupfullofsecrets)
What has probably prepared me for the life I’m leading now more than anything was, I went to Alaska after I graduated from college, and one of the jobs I had was sliming fish. The job was to be in hip-boots, with an apron and a spoon, and I had to grab the fish — and these were big fish — and take the spoon and clean out the fish. Best preparation for being in Washington that you could possible imagine.
— Hillary Clinton
LA CROSSE, Wis. — If you’re Rick Santorum, making a crack about a pink bowling ball is sure to draw some unwanted attention.
Sure enough, after making such a comment to a young man at a bowling alley here on Wednesday, that is exactly what happened.
During a campaign stop with a group of young Republicans, Mr. Santorum took about 20 minutes for a round of bowling. As one of the young men reached for a pink ball — one that some of the women used — Mr. Santorum ribbed him.
“You’re not gonna use the pink ball,” Mr. Santorum said. “We’re not gonna let you do that. Not on camera.” The remark was posted to Twitter by a Reuters reporter and soon ricocheted around the Web.
It didn’t take long for the Human Rights Campaign, a gay rights group, to pounce. It issued a statement on Wednesday calling Mr. Santorum’s remark “ignorant.”
