This post made me feel so good I had to reblog it. š
To my lesbian friends you have an ally in me. Keep on fighting.
Tag: #lesbian
The outsider
from TheFeatheredSleep
she wasnāt like them, so they didnāt like her
to her face they smiled and said ānice thingsā
which she knew were lies
behind her back they laughed
and made dirty-lezzie jokes
because it made them uncomfortable
to think about what they thought she did
it made them feel a bit disgusted
like when you stand too close
ā¦
she looked like them in superficial ways
wore at times, nicer dresses and had longer hair
the fact that she liked girls wasnāt in their
comfort zone
when it was summer time they had
BBQās and invited all the neighborhood kids
wondering if she would be safe around minors or
would do something inappropriate
when they started a mommy running club
she wasnāt invited because she was neither
a mommy or someone they wanted to
bare their secrets with
what would she understand of husbands?
maybe their husbands liked her
becauseā¦
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The Pervert
The internet archives is bursting with funny video mashups.
The pervert is a video mashup that opens with a late 1950’s
film against the evils of pornography.
It illustrates the film’s pro-censorship stance from a hilariously
modern point of view.
“We know that once a person is perverted, it is impossible for that person to adjust to normal attitudes toward Sex.” Perversion for Profit
The Pervert
by Adam Rosenberg
Prelinger Archive Mashups
Ulla – Beyond the Yellow Brick Road
A beautiful tribute to Ulla
I hate to write this. And after many revisions, trying to articulate this clearly, I am just going to click āPublish,ā and call it good. After one more read, then I will. And then one more.
Our Dear Ulla, a fellow bipolar blogger known as āBlahpolar,ā who entertained us, saddened us, instructed us, inflamed us, embarrassed us, left us. She took her life, and now sheās gone.
I loved you right away, Ulla, loved reading your irreverent prose. The F bombs, the rants, the things we all want to say but canāt. The extremes of anger and sadness. I wanted to loosen my lips, but not THAT much. Being around it, I started to think it. I have no way to explain, only that it wasnāt good for me and the life I was trying to live. So I left off reading your daily blog. I tried reading you onceā¦
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