Ren Coming Back To The Life Series: I Will Try And Fix The Evil In Martin's Heart. I Want To Make Him

some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

free my girl she did the same things as the celebrated male protagonists but the fandom has labeled her irredeemable

FALL OUT GRRRRRL

Old Man Daniel being a survivor of the AIDS epidemic means so much to me.

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Here is this grumpy old man who is dismissive of his queer experiences. It was a place to get high. Fulfilling the social contract. An excuse, that's all. He's into counter cultures after all.

But Louis and Armand changed his life forever.

Should Devil's Minion have happened in the past, that crosses into the AIDS epidemic. San Francisco, the beating heart of the gay community in America in the 70s, a ghost town in the 80s. That's where we run into Daniel. He would get into a relationship that meant death for so many. Running away from the monster that he loves that could symbolize his own sexuality. Finally embracing it when he realizes the monster is what he finds fascinating. The fear is what makes it worth it. The only relationship he dedicated himself to a man, the one that would have convinced him he loved men too. That it wasn't just for the high.

In the books, Daniel didn't make it. He was sick, and dying. Could he have died of AIDS? In the arms of his male lover? It's open to interpretation. He was turned, stuck forever in his early 30s and a ghost of his former self.

But Old Man Daniel? Who wrote a book called The Shadow on The Skin about the crisis because those were his people. The people he knew, even if now he could pretend he was never a part of it. He can claim he was just an observer.

But if vampirism is a metaphor for queerness... if Devil's Minion did happen... this is an queer elder. One who survived because they were shoved in the closet by the one who loved them. Because they loved them alive more than dead. Because some of the people who made it did so because they were there for support, because the fear was too much.

Rolin Jones you have the opportunity of a lifetime.

let’s hang on mama (of another species)

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another request

”there are more of us than you think!” a pride button from genderpress, c. 1990′s

god last night after a longass day i got to my campsite too late to buy firewood anywhere so i had to go into the woods to chop some deadwood myself but then i somehow didn't have my headlamp so after i had my armful of wood i was carrying my flashlight in my mouth and by the time i had the fire going and cooked dinner and got to bed i was too tired to move. i didn't even set up a tent i just got into my sleeping back in the dark and then i woke up an hour later to Little Bird bristling and growling like there were a lion upon us and as i rose out of my haze i heard the telltale "meep" of an american woodcock. truly we were under siege.

Haiku Bot is like a really young little sibling who parrots everything you say in hopes that you’ll laugh at it or praise them