But we don’t ask straight people about the last time they had sex and then suggest that they aren’t actually heterosexual if it’s been a while.
— Mike Szymanski, bisexual writer and activist, speaking about bi erasure (via queeradish)
Even before it became officially so in the United States, April has long been the poet’s month. “April” (or “Aprill”) is the third word of one of the first great poems in the English language, The Canterbury Tales, and the first word in The Waste Land, which does its best to feel like the last great English poem. April — “spungy,” “proud-pied,” and “well-apparel’d” April — is also the most-mentioned month in Shakespeare, along with its springtime neighbor May, and it has given a poetic subject to Dickinson, Larkin, Plath, Glück, and countless others. Why? Do we like its promise of rebirth, its green and messy fecundity? Its hopefulness is easy to celebrate — and easy to cruelly undercut, if you’re T.S. Eliot rooting his lilies in the wasteland of death.
Oh, so women can’t dress how they want because men can’t control their sexual urges? When dogs can’t control their sexual urges, we cut off their balls.
I think I’m onto something here.
Australian cast of The Lion King sings on a plane. Because actors are nerds no matter where they are.
Are tears what you wanted because that was fucking beautiful.
Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.
THIS IS BRILLIANT
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.
If you had had the choice before birth to be black or white, gay or straight, knowing the obstacles you’d have to overcome if you picked black and gay, would you have chosen to be white and straight?”
It was a simple enough question, but I was terrified of answering it. I was afraid my response might reveal something about me that I didn’t want to face: Did I think it was better to be white and straight? Would I prefer to be white and straight?
Last year a suitor in Tel Aviv told me how “blessed” I am to be black. I laughed in his face and wondered what planet was he living on. Regardless of how one feels about the physical appeal of black men, considering the racism and discrimination against us that’s been running rampant in the world for centuries, it would be hard to argue that we are truly blessed.
That’s not to say I’d prefer to be something else. I tried to make that argument with Rudie — “I’m happy as is,” I announced — but he wasn’t letting me off so easily.
"That’s not what I asked. Regardless of how you feel now, knowing what you’d have to deal with as a gay black man, would you have chosen to be what you are if you’d had the choice?"
This is such an important yet underrated scene.
DreamWorks Animation Studios has announced the addition of a black female heroine (gasp!) to its repertoire of white dogs, green ogres, snails, Neanderthals, pandas, white people and Antz. In doing so, it joins an elite club consisting of … well, nobody.
Not one major Hollywood studio has released a computer animated feature starring a black character.