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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

From Chicago to Nashville….

From Chicago to Nashville….

jonnypatrick: vaporeonattack: 1. Don’t mind my messy room.  2. Today I am celebrating my average body type! I think everyone should love their body because its the only one they will get. The body is beautiful and if you don’t look like a ken doll it is okay! The message is just to love yourself for who you are <3 This guy is great, and I love the second note. :)

jonnypatrick:

vaporeonattack:

1. Don’t mind my messy room. 

2. Today I am celebrating my average body type! I think everyone should love their body because its the only one they will get. The body is beautiful and if you don’t look like a ken doll it is okay! The message is just to love yourself for who you are <3

This guy is great, and I love the second note. :)

(Source: mewtwomethree)

wakethosewhoslumber:

blua:

this is why she is the queen of genovia

this is why she is the queen of genovia

karamellagerfeld: 150 years later ain’t much change. #obama #romney #america #history

karamellagerfeld:

150 years later ain’t much change. #obama #romney #america #history

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.’

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

(Source: b-random)

(Source: thesassysexican)

How I felt about losing the statewide ballot initiative I was working on but having victories on almost everything else I care about around the country

campaignsick:

This is EXACTLY how I felt when my Boos lost the Congressional I was GOTV’ing on but most of the other races I’ve had my hands in won.