June 2013
In the past few weeks I’ve tried to watch all the queer movies that I can, and what I’ve discovered is this:
If we’re lucky enough to have a film made about us, it’s still not made for us.
i generally agree, with the exception of Hedwig and the Angry Inch
i want a disney princess who is an adult diaper. i want a disney princess who is made of cheddar cheese. i want a disney princess who is already a disney princess. i want no disney princess. i want a disney princess who has the voice of arnold schwarzenegger.
Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day. give a fish a man and you appease the Fish-lord who has terrorized coastal communities.But at what cost? the people will not be happy that one of their own has been given to a fish
my parents definitely did not raise me to be a queer feminist filled with the wrath of a thousand enraged dragons and yet here i am
I can’t sleep and I’m angry about it
a biography
autobiography?
a short biography of everyone ever
“…clinic escorts stand ouside clinics on days when abortions are performed in order to protect women from protesters. The protesters positioned outside clinics are, on a good day, quiet. If you catch these protesters on a bad day, however, they will do anything from yelling racial slurs at women to shoving pamplets in the faces of distressed mothers (who are often at the clinic for general health issues, including mammograms and STD tests)…”