Definitely didn't have 2020 vision

It’s almost July, and many of you will be tempted to call it wrath month. And you’re right, it is a month of wrath. but not for queer people

July is disability awareness month in the US. Queer people are very much in the public eye right now, with some places strengthening protections for us while others roll them back. It’s a scary time for us, and June is important for us to maintain our visibility and fight for our lives

But disabled people don’t have that. We’re forgotten by a world that is hostile to us. We have less rights than other people (limits on how much we can have in our bank accounts, losing our income if we get married, etc.) and even the few protections we have are routinely ignored. Businesses and government offices find every loophole they can to avoid accessibility requirements. We are treated as an inconvenience at best, and often subjected to policies driven by eugenics.

so yes, this is a month of wrath, but it is the wrath of the disabled.

July is actually not Disability Awareness Month. It's Disability Pride Month.

It's an easy mistake to make, but i think its important one to correct. We dont just need awareness, although thats important too. Just like queerness, disability has long been stigmatized and moralized. Treated as taboo and hidden away. Treated as something unsightly and unwanted, a problem to solve. We celebrate Disability Pride Month for the same reason queer people celebrate LGBTQIA+ Pride Month. Because we've been made to feel ashamed of who we are, and pushed out of society. We've had to fight just to have the rights we do.

That's why we have Disability Pride Month. It celebrates the ADA being signed into law. And do you know why we have the ADA? Because of the Capitol Crawl. Disabled activists demanded protections for disabled people. To symbolize accessibility barriers, they abandoned their mobility aids and started crawling up the 63 steps to the Capitol. Within a few months the ADA passed. We've fought for every right we have, even if it meant crawling up thes steps to the capitol, one stair at a time.

Awareness is a fantastic start but its not enough. We need real change. Fight for accessibility in your community, vote for people who are committed to bringing us equal rights (this means voting in your local elections too!) and speak up when you see ableism. Pay attention to bills related to disability rights, and call your representatives to support them when they come up. Talk to disabled people in your life about their needs and experiences, and really listen to what they say. Pay attention to where accessibility needs aren't being met, and speak up.

July is Disability Pride Month. Bring the same energy you bring for LGBTQIA+ Pride.

Favorite Twins! <3

but seriously i do find it so funny that ford was like OH GOD MY PRECIOUS REPUTATION after bill possessed him around other people for all of one night

and then he gets back to this dimension after thirty years and this is now the photo the press associates with his name

i genuinely think people harassing celebs is a labor rights issue as well as a conversation about boundaries. celebs make art for you and perform for you but they, like me performing my metaphorical song and dance for my customers, have off the clock time that needs to be recognized for what it is. celebs are artists making art for you, they, a person, are not a commodity. you are not entitled to them at any time day or night any more than my boss is entitled to ask me to work off the clock either.

Idk

Happy Birthday to these silly dorks!🥳🌲💫

I am a little creature largely made up of anxieties. There have been times in my life when it was worse. It’s currently significantly better. This story takes place at a time when it was pretty bad.

Food was a prison for me. I moved out early with very little idea of how to feed or care for myself. Every meal was a question mark. For three years I had Brendan doing most of the cooking but when things ended between us I moved in with some other friends. I suddenly had no way to feed myself again.

I was working at the sex shop and living with all my coworkers; a premise that would make sitcom writers weep. In that house, at the age of 24, I learned how to fry an egg. It was the only thing I knew how to do but by god, I mastered egg frying. I was so proud. I could now have one stress free meal a day of an egg on toast.

The problem was my roommates. Living with three other people is already tough but messes pile up alarmingly fast, especially in the kitchen. No one sees the whole mess as their responsibility but the one person who’s responsibility it absolutely wasn’t was mine, as I only ever cooked eggs. Glaciers moved quicker than the dishes got done, mountains of greasy unwashed dish ware were fixtures across the counters.

My friends occasionally cooked for me and each time I happily cleaned all the resulting dishes. This seemed fair.

But on my own I only used three implements for my egg. When I finished with my spatula, pan, and plate, I carefully washed them and set them to dry. Every time I came back to the kitchen there was nothing clean.

Crusted on ketchup, dried food, and unsavory residues plagued everything I needed to touch. So I ended up doing all the dishes twice, once to use my three implements and again once I was done.

I started to realize I’d come home, see the filthy pile of dishes, then go to bed without eating because I didn’t have the energy to wash it all. So I finally addressed my roommates about it. Please, I beseeched them, can these three things always be clean. I cannot function like this, and eating is already hard for me.

The answer returned: no. My request was deemed unreasonable and a counteroffer was made to turn off the small space heater I ran in my room in exchange for them magnanimously cleaning up after themselves. I declined, as my bones ached with cold everywhere except my room since no one else wanted the heat on. The impasse continued. I went to be hungry.

I noodled on it. I schemed. I plotted. And on my day off I went to a thrift shop and acquired a nice little pan and spatula. I squirreled them away into my closet. The plan was just to wash and dry it after meals and keep it in my room.

This is not how it went down. On day one of my pan coming home one of my roommates popped into my room to chat, glanced into my three quarters shut closet and immediately said, “What is that?”

I sighed and admitted my plan. All three roommates roundly condemned my plan as extremely passive aggressive. I tried once again to explain that I wasn’t eating, but my secret pan was now a source of contention, a precious resource held back from the collective.

Their discontent reached a fever pitch and I finally declared, “Fine! I will put my pan in the kitchen. On one condition. If I ever find this pan dirty, ever, I will scrape whatever is left on it into your bedding. I swear to god, if I ever come home to it being dirty there will be a reckoning.”

Terms were agreed.

The first month or two went okay. On the third month I awoke to eat breakfast and found my precious pan sullied. I grabbed it and marched upstairs. Betty was named as the culprit. I strode into Betty’s room and stood over her sleeping form like the vengeful ghost of dishes past.

“If you don’t get up and clean this right now I’m going to dump it on your bed.”

Betty groggily regarded me. “Seriously?”

“I have never been more serious.”

“It’s one time, can’t you just clean it yourself?”

“No. You promised.”

With much huffing and grousing Betty arose from bed and tromped downstairs, hastily cleaning my pan while I watched. “Happy?” She demanded.

I was. I made my egg, cheerfully cleaning the pan afterward, leaving it to dry.

What’s funny to me is how many people are so vehemently opposed to these roommates after a snapshot story. And yes, their behavior over the pan was indeed shitty.

But they also stayed up late to bake me my first ever homemade birthday cake. It was the cake from Portal, and it was presented to me with a tiny lit candle being the only light in a dark room after I got home from a late shift at work. It was infinitely precious.

They tried to feed me because I was a huge giant baby who didn’t know anything about food.

We would cuddle on the couch together watching horrible reality TV dating shows and made a Potato Dinner one night where every dish was a potato served in a different way.

We dressed up in theme Halloween costumes for work and did photo shoots. We marched together at Pride.

People can be more than one thing. No one’s shitty all the time, and if they failed to understand my needs with the pan it wasn’t because they didn’t love me, and I’m sure I had things that were shitty too. Just something to remember.

They did NOT ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

elon it’s me, your guardian angel. taylor swift has endorsed a political candidate you don’t like—you have to tell her you will make her bear your child. use the social media website you paid 40 billion dollars for. tell her you’ll put a baby in her goddamn belly. that’s normal behavior and it will definitely get everyone on your side

Other: Harris laughing and communicating a clear "can you believe this shit?" while her mike is muted during Trump's mendacious rant on pet-eating immigrants.

"...Did I say that?" *weakly, in tone of genuine worry* When told he did admit to losing the election in 2020

HE DID NOT REMEMBER.

"That was fun. Let's do it again in October!" -Kamala Harris, post-debate

"it was three on one!!"- Convicted felon Donald Trump post-debate

"It was three on one." Dude? The fuck? It was him, her and the moderator. Did he count himself as against him?

There were 2 moderators.

Other: Harris laughing and communicating a clear "can you believe this shit?" while her mike is muted during Trump's mendacious rant on pet-eating immigrants.

"...Did I say that?" *weakly, in tone of genuine worry* When told he did admit to losing the election in 2020

HE DID NOT REMEMBER.

"That was fun. Let's do it again in October!" -Kamala Harris, post-debate

"it was three on one!!"- Convicted felon Donald Trump post-debate

"It was three on one." Dude? The fuck? It was him, her and the moderator. Did he count himself as against him?

There were 2 moderators.

do you guys want to know who my first crush was

guido

alguien más se quería pasar a Guido que levante la mano

cant have sex with my IOS wife because my dick doesn't fit her portussy so now i have to go to the shitfuck apple store and buy the like 200 dollar strapple

sitting my white ass down and listening

For those of you who were too young to remember 9/11 this is who Trump has always been.

Trump called in on 9/11 to brag that his building was now the tallest building in downtown Manhattan:

“Forty Wall Street actually was the second-tallest building... Now it’s the tallest!”

A self serving asshole who has never cared about his fellow man.

He doesn’t care about Veterans. He doesn’t care about children shot to death in schools and he doesn’t care about you.

Wake the fuck up.

Oh this one may be a good clip to show to some peoples relations

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Never Forget the Reign of Terror waged against Muslims (and by extension, Sikhs profiled as being Muslim) in the nearly two decades following 9/11.