Okay, guys. If I were you, I wouldn’t believe it, either, but this is totally a real book. I checked online library databases myself (and Harvard has a copy, if you’re nearby!)
From the synopsis I found here it seems like some sort of dystopian sci-fi romance thing.
This actually got published. I really shouldn’t be surprised, I guess? But wow.
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Nature, you are amazing sometimes!
actual diary entry from when i was in 5th grade oh my god
THIS. WINS. EVERYTHING.
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This week’s #ToyWithMeTuesday has been posted! Check out my Steampunk Squildo!
I don’t know if I could actually, earnestly fuck someone with this or get fucked by it. Even I have silliness limits. But daaaamn, it sure is pretty.
Reset is a game about the bizarre, frightening, and exciting possibilities for kink in the cyborg / transhuman future.
Who can you trust with your source code if you can’t trust your Administratrix?
Reset was created with Twine as part of the Big Chaos Twine Jam.
Oh wow. This text-based game is the most extraordinary mind-fuck I’ve had all week. Go play it now, yes?
I’m playing this right now, and I agree, it’s extraordinary. And I say this as someone who doesn’t actually like video or computer games.
Working with Kiki and Herb was one of the most incredible things I have ever done. It was magical… a span of my past that reminds me how blessed I am to have experienced breathtaking beauty in my lifetime.
“Running Up That Hill,” Kate Bush cover from Kiki and Herb’s Christmas album, “Do You Hear What We Hear?”
seriously been on repeat for days at this point, but just keeps getting more and more…..idk
Wow.
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I’ve been writing to Ziggy Stardust all day, and I couldn’t tell if that one line in “Moonage Daydream” was about “the Church of Mad Love” or “the Church of Man Love.” So then I looked up the lyrics. And then I went down the SongMeanings.net rabbit hole. And, oh, Sweet Gay Jesus, I really, really, really can’t stop laughing now.
Folks, this is truly one of the coolest things I have ever seen. It’s an hour-long tribute to/mash-up of a bunch of (mostly early) David Bowie, set to a lovely queer trippy gender-bent romantical film of Bowies Chasing Bowies & Bowie on Bowie Action, with guest appearances by Iggy Pop & Lou Reed & tons more. I am admittedly biased because I am a nerd/slut for all things Bowie, but still. There is a plot arc that involves Freddie Mercury & “Under Pressure” and then it morphed into “Heroes” & the lovers by the Berlin Wall and, I am not kidding, I actually started crying. I don’t think a music video has ever *moved me to tears* before. So that is saying something.
This basically wins the internet. Oh, my lord. I am cry-laughing.
Thank you, thank you, oh thank you homosociallyyours.
Oh. Reading this (translation) made my day. (Also, this makes I wish I could read German!)
I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happyI took the liberty to translate the text.
Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.
Sometimes men simply have to be role models.
Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.
My five year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.
Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.
Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.
In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.
We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.
Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”
To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.
And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.
I hope it’s alright like this.
Translated version for y’alls liking
jd’s eyeliner is in danger of smearing right now. tears of pride and joy for this dad and his son. well done, boys.
Nils Pickert, you are my hero. <3
this is too wonderful. <3 <3 <3
Actual poster from the mid-50’s issued by Senator Joseph McCarthy at the height of the Red Scare and anti communist witch hunt in Washington. All artists were suspect.
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McCarthy legacy: making one immediately want to do whatever he said was a bad thing.
Best comment evar on this:
I just had the following text message exchange with Ian:
“Hey, so I was just reading this hot sex tip from Cosmo: ‘Get fruity! A mashed banana or peaches inserted in your vagina is a delightful invitation for him to whoosh his penis around in it! Once you climax, switch to 69 position for sweet afters.’ What do you think? Is this something you’d like to try?”
“Wouldn’t the sugar in the juices be infectiony?”
“Um, yes. Please tell me you did not think I was seriously suggesting that you woosh your penis around inside my banana filled vagina.”
“No, I was just worried that you’d started reading Cosmo.”
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