I ventured out of my room for about twenty minutes. Friday disappeared to the bathroom for five minutes then put on washing and started dusting the house. I think I’ve fucked up. So now I’m hiding again.
someone motivate me to write an essay about sex pls?
I can write about what’s ‘wrong’ with homosexuality, or gay marriage, or objectification, or a whole bunch of other things and I. Don’t. Care.
My eye caught a dark form lying on the river bottom. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I had stumbled upon. Lying peacefully in the shallow waters of the river, only a few meters from shore, was a full-grown cougar. The contrast between the serenity of the scene I was witnessing and what must have played out here in the cougar’s final moments made me shiver. It was the first shiver of many, as I stripped down and waded out into the icy water to get this shot. x
HOLY HELL WHAT A FIND. This is one of my favorite photos ever now.
I miss you guys
Here is the thing I can’t stop thinking about with what’s happened here in Minnesota over the course of the past week: the display of support in the Twin Cities was staggering. The level of f*cks not given to those who might be offended by this acknowledgement of equal rights under the law was amazing.
But mostly, mostly. I think about a queer kid, riding in the back of her parents’ car seeing the city lit up like this. Maybe she hasn’t come out yet, maybe she’s been bullied, at home, at school, for being who she is. I can only imagine what seeing this would mean. And then I get teary and proud all over again.
Way to go, Minnesota. Who’s next?