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all work is cancelled. everyone stay home and do nothing and lay in bed sooooooo cutely and watch tv shows and have no obligations and kiss together
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constantly devastated by the world we lost due to aids
The battles that rose out of the AIDs epidemic were access to marriage and military service. When once the Queer community was focused on creating the best art and living lives worth telling stories about, the 1990’s brought on a new goal: How to best fit in.
As the brilliant Fran Bebowitz has said many times, the first people who died of AIDS were the interesting ones. The artists. There’s a reason that arts became Ghostbusters and Cats in the 1990s. Because all of the really talented artists were dying. The rule-breakers. The ones who weren’t afraid to shake things up. And the audience died with them.
“Now we don’t have any kind of discerning audience. When that audience died- and that audience died in five minutes. Literally people didn’t die faster in war. And it allowed of course, like the second, third, fourth tier to rise up to the front. Because of course, the first people who died of AIDS were the people who… I don’t know how top put this… got laid a lot. OK. Now imagine who didn’t get AIDS. That’s who was then lauded as like - the great artists.” - Fran Lebowitz
So many of the gays left alive once the Clinton Administration came into being were, to be frank, the boring ones. Gays who knew nobody and who nobody knew, and they rose to the top of the community and therefore their priorities rose to the top of the community as well. And what did they want? Apparently, they wanted to join the army and have big gay weddings.
General employment non-discrimination wasn’t all that important to them. Making sexuality and gender identity a protected class, along with sex, race, and religion, wasn’t that important to them. They wanted marriage and military. Because they were the good gays. Not the naughty gays who were sleeping around and dying of AIDS. Not the poor gays who couldn’t make political contributions.
They were the gays with families and commitment ceremonies and office jobs and houses. They were the good ones. The ones who would look fantastic and incredibily marketable when they were interviewed by CNN. They were the gays who straight people would look at and say to themselves: “Maybe they’re not so bad after all. I still don’t want my kid to be gay. But maybe it’s okay if Bob and Henry got married.”
The gay rights movement shifted from ‘Accept us for who we are’ to 'We’ll be whatever you want us to be if you accept us.’ And it’s kind of remained that way over the last thirty years.
We’ve been trained to be offended by queers who step too far out of the mainstream. Plenty, and I mean plenty, of gays online were on edge when Billy Porter started showing up to awards shows in dresses. Lots, and I mean lots, of gays were unnerved and worried when trans people started coming out of their own closets. Some going so far as to disavow the T from LGBT because they were worried people who don’t like trans people would lop in the gay men and women in with them. Who needs community when you’ve already got your house in the suburbs, right?
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Hi so yesterday on my birthday I accidentally set my apartment on fire because I left a candle burning before I went to work and everything is pretty much gone I mean all I have is my phone charger and my laptop and my childhood stuffed animals so far from my apartment so anything you could possibly spare would really help me right now
I’m completely broke now and I don’t have a penny to my name until I get paid Thursday. If I could just get gas money because I’m living out of my car that would help me more than anything.
Hi so I have no money for food or gas and I really need something to eat and be able to get to work today so I don’t have to call in and spend all day in my hot car because I have no gas to get there or run the A/C :)
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so real
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@stvksn on ig
i hope your god has asked you for mercy and i hope you’ve refused to forgive him
is so insanely powerful. that’s gonna be seared in my brain for a long time. fuck.
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i understand why enemies to lovers and homoerotic besties to lovers do numbers but more people need to wake up to spice of impassioned coworkers to lovers. like? “we are so dedicated to our shared dream and massively important work we have no time for each other.” and then the work and each other starts blending together. that’s hot i’m not sorry
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Hey guys
I got hit with more bills than I can handle. I had car problems, and I had to take my cat to the vet.
It set me back $200. If this continues, I won’t be able to afford gas to get to work, and I’ll be even more in the hole. (Bus is not an option where I live).
My paypal is
Please, please, please help me.
I offer this photo of my cat.
Please help if you can. I don’t have money for food.
30/200
Thank you!
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