the year is 2053. a girl lays on her bed wearing vintage ugg boots. ‘I was born in the wrong generation’ she sighs as she listens to taylor swift and cries over a one direction poster.
some kids are actually gonna be like this you do realize that
We were meant to rule together (…) It’s not too late. I have a son, you have a daughter.
the people are ready. they face each other on opposing ends, flags raised, ready to strike. their lungs are screaming from relentless cheering and their muscles are sore from a relentless barrage of votes. they are people of all different colour glitter and geometric shapes. there are babushkas and spikes hair and screeching men in skinny jeans ready to win this war.
this is eurovision, the battle of the europeans.
Eurovision is actually a big deal because after we spent 1000 years killing each other we’ve decided to put our weapons aside and dazzle each other with our ridiculous singing performances, nice Russian grannies and gay Romanian draculas.
George Takei responds to “traditional” marriage fans.
George Takei is flawfree.
- men stay at home to raise kids too
- women make good football teams
- you may now kiss the groom
good for you sweden
Cruelty has a Human Heart,
And Jealousy a Human Face,
Terror the Human Form Divine,
And Secrecy the Human Dress.
- William Blake, A Divine Image.
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
“Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?”
