Why doesn’t the kid’s magician want to perform a routine in the library in street clothes?
Why won’t jojo siwa wear a pantsuit like Hillary Clinton
Good news, Missouri has terminated its ban on gender affirming care for adults due to the fact that they did not feel confident they could defend it in court. I think that's a pretty good sign.
The youth ban is still in effect, but as Erin Reed says in this tweet now attorneys don't have to split their resources and just tackle the youth ban.
A Pokémon roll cake with a special 🌀 ...
Yep, it's a Poliwag roll cake!
I've been experimenting with this for a while behind the scenes, it's taken me 5+ tries to get this design to the point where I was satisfied enough to share, but I'm finally done! So proud (and so tired, haha 😅)
My attempts to get here were...interesting. My first attempt was in 2019, after which I shelved it until I got a better idea of how to make it and tried again the last few weeks, tweaking as I went. Behold the bumpy journey 😂
it's crazy how, if you're not conventionally attractive but you're confident and know your worth, it will both attract people who are also confident and comfortable in their own skin, but also act like one of those dog whistle frequencies that absolutely drives the most miserable, insecure people (men AND women) out of their minds. people will see you just living your life and not being paralyzed with insecurity with every decision you make and go "oh pretty girl let's hate on her" and honestly all you can do with that is chuckle and move on
hm. poll. bc a streamer i watch mentioned "getting dressed" to spend all day at home playing a video game
when youre just chilling at home (like on days off) do you "get dressed/put on real clothes" after u wake up or stay in pajamas
no, pjs all day
i might put a bra on (or st) but otherwise nah, pjs
sometimes, depends on the day
yes always. do other ppl. not change when you wake up??
bitch i dont even comb my hair im not putting on real clothes
im one of those freaks that sleeps in blue jeans so guess im already dressed
change from night comfy to day comfy (pjs to sweatpants)
i sleep in blue jeans AND change into diff ones (extra freak option.)
secret third option in the tags idk
(NOTE: for the purposes of this poll "real clothes"=whatever u would wear outside normally, pajamas=whatever ur comfy sleep clothes are. could be actual fancii pajamas could be boxers and a big shirt i dont care. if you sleep naked idk man)
loooooove when people act like my full name is an accidental misspelling of the anglicized version of my name. “oh silly you, you must mean yr name is [boring anglo name]”
“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
my favorite thing about this story is that ruth had inherited a large family graveyard and never really knew wtf she was going to do w dozens and dozens of empty grave plots but then the AIDS crisis happened and she realized what she could do with it
When Burks was a girl, she said, her mother got in a final, epic row with Burks’ uncle. To make sure he and his branch of the family tree would never lie in the same dirt as the rest of them, Burks said, her mother quietly bought every available grave space in the cemetery: 262 plots. They visited the cemetery most Sundays after church when she was young, Burks said, and her mother would often sarcastically remark on her holdings, looking out over the cemetery and telling her daughter: “Someday, all of this is going to be yours.”
“I always wondered what I was going to do with a cemetery,” she said. “Who knew there’d come a time when people didn’t want to bury their children?”
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Articles:
- Ruth Coker Burks, the cemetery angel: https://arktimes.com/news/cover-stories/2015/01/08/ruth-coker-burks-the-cemetery-angel
- Caring For AIDS Patients, ‘When No One Else Would: https://www.npr.org/2014/12/05/368530521/caring-for-aids-patients-when-no-one-else-would
And a final quote from the first article:
She hasn’t been back to Files Cemetery since her stroke. While she made sure it was kept up back when she lived in Hot Springs, it appeared to have been let go a bit when the reporter visited in late December, some of the tombstones pushed over and broken, the snag of a dead oak left to rot among the graves. Even without knowing the story of the place, it might have been downright spooky if not for the constant stream of traffic cruising by at 10 miles an hour over the speed limit.
Before she’s gone, she said, she’d like to see a memorial erected in the cemetery. Something to tell people the story. A plaque. A stone. A listing of the names of the unremembered dead that lie there.
“Someday,” she said, “I’d love to get a monument that says: This is what happened. In 1984, it started. They just kept coming and coming. And they knew they would be remembered, loved and taken care of, and that someone would say a kind word over them when they died.”
<3
please read her book, All the Young Men








