May 2011
97 posts
“When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’”
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God Bless Drag Queens (via fiftyrantsperday)
TOO AWESOME TO NOT REBLOG
(via atraeathing)
I… I have no words for how incredible this is.
(via fullofsassandlyrium)
worth the reblog
(via kateyvstheworld)
Fuck. Yeah.
The Shortest Horror Story Ever
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
-Frederic Brown
Play
0:39
awake at odd hours.
My back/right shoulder is messed up enough that it hurts to move. Man how I wish Myra was still in the country to use some of those physical therapy skills on it.
That’s so how it is right?
Well, at least my grades for this last semester were good, and I’m feeling surprisingly motivated these days. Must be all those fresh feelings of freedom.
“Curvy women are real women. Skinny women are real women. Women who have had boob jobs or lip enhancements or liposuction are still real women. Size 0 may make no sense mathematically, but a woman who wears that size is as real as the one who wears a size 16. What makes us “real” people is not the shape of our flesh but our basic humanity. And we lose our humanity when we judge – not when we lose weight, gain weight, or make the intensely personal decision to undergo cosmetic surgery.”
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Hugo Schwyzer (via crooked-vulture)
Yes!
(via andreablythe)
“Sad that this is the kind of thing that elected officials say in public, but still funny. It’s the kind of thing that you expect to hear at school from fourteen-year old bullies, before they tell you that they’ll be seeing you by the lockers with their friends, not what you expect to see from an adult.”
—Neil Gaiman’s Journal: The Opinions of a Pencil-necked Weasel-thief… (via wilwheaton)
