everyone whose always like “What will happen to fashion and style under socialism and communism” is always so gross to me because its like ill give up decadent clothing in place of people not starving to death and if you wont you are a piece of shit
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Like I don’t buy into the idea that getting rid of capitalism will get rid of fine art and shit but it did it would still be worth it. The good news is that by all means it will liberate art.
…do these folks have any idea how many people would joyfully pursue art and fashion if they didn’t have to expend all their energy on shit jobs to survive in this capitalist hellscape? If I didn’t have to go to work I would never stop making costumes and quilts and jewelry…
anyone who says that has clearly never studied art, because actually a really significant artistic movement developed during russia’s communist revolution, it’s called russian constructivism and it led the way to today’s abstract art
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My aunt used to write horoscopes for the newspaper as a part time job. She had a friend in college who a)always read that newspapers horoscope and b)didn't know my aunt wrote it. So whenever the friend had a shitty episode my aunt would make her horoscope as positive as possible to cheer her up. Long story short they recently got married and are both my aunts now.
batmanisagatewaydrug answered:
what do mean “long story short” give me this entire sappy gay romance novel right now
i hate that i have gay godfathers but my parents never told me they were actually a couple so i just thought they were siblings (even tho one of them is black and the other very white) and grew up pretty homophobic for most of my childhood until i could put the pieces together by myself. like this is one of the things you need to explicitly tell your children about, otherwise all they’re gonna get is the hate that the world teaches them. if i had known from an early age that people who i cared about and loved were gay, and that was fine, i would’ve grown up a much more accepting person, more kind to others and to myself.
Reblog with what should have been a huge indicator that you were LGBTQIA+ in your childhood
I’ll start: when I was eight years old I pictured me walking and holding hands with girls and thought it would be cool if I married my female best friend both with huge dresses when we get older.
I was a pretty gay girl amd had no idea what gay meant
I knew I was different from other boys and girls but I figured the same thing as OP.
When I was about 12, I dreamt of rescuing my language teacher from mortal peril, like burning buildings. I dreamt of her almost every night for months and it always ended with her being grateful to be rescued, so she would hug me and kiss me on the cheek. Imagine my surprise after realizing that this wasn’t „normal“. My classmates didn‘t dream of rescuing/hugging same sex people? What‘s wrong with them? Also imagine my surprise the time I went into one of my favorite lesbian bars at the age of 23 and found said language teacher sitting at the bar, talking to the bar tender, who was a friend of mine. Obviously my gaydar worked before I even realized I was gay.
That’s a great story @batnbreakfast
I had gay barbies. But more importantly I fooled around with another girl I was friends with when we were in middle school.
In hindsight, I should have realized earlier what we were doing. But more importantly, I should have asked where /she/ learned those things and how she knew it was supposed to be a secret. I feel like I dropped the ball on that one.
Felt disappointed and vaguely annoyed when, in stories about girls disguising themselves as boys to go on cool adventures, they invariably stopped disguising themselves as boys (even when they proceeded to go on cool adventures as girls).
i continually thought the mountains around the valley i live in looked like plump women sleeping on their backs with tits to the sky.
apparently other ‘girls’ did not have this idea
When I was a kid I never really had crushes in the conventional sense; I just liked looking at people’s faces. Kids in school used to think I was a lesbian because I said I wasn’t interested in having a boyfriend.
Once I discovered the terms “aro-ace” and “aesthetically pleasing”, it immediately described why I only want to look at people.
Nothing really gave me any idea that i was different until i was 15 and the person i was dating at the time came out to me as trans and was now my gender. I up until that point thought i was straight, but i had an inkling that something was up when instead of repectfully breaking the relationship i took a week off to just… think… the situation. Turns out I still loved him even if he was a he and that was that.
around the time i was twelve i just stopped picturing my future spouse as a male, and it kinda just turned slowly into a person, whose gender and physical characteristics were undefined… also i kissed a girl when i was 3 and wanted to marry a female friend and only shopped at the boys clothing section but my stupid ass didn’t put the pieces together ‘till i was 14