tvhousehusband:

Bob and a few other queens got REAL about racism.

Best 15 minutes you’ll ever spend in your entire life. Bet. 

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Whew Chile the privilege

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willcub:

So many of you are too young to remember why Diana, Princess of Wales, was such a remarkable person.  She pissed off most of Buckingham Palace, was her own woman, and wasn’t afraid to get down out of the motorcade and be with the regular people.

She was a regular person, just with a title and fancy clothes.  

Among the first big “names” to visit, talk to, and even touch those dying of AIDS in English hospitals, Diana’s trademark was her ability to break down insurmountable barriers.

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Dan Clay on Instagram: “In old westerns, the cowboy saves the damsel in distress. But what if the damsel’s in distress because she’s not enough of a cowboy? Not…”

In old westerns, the cowboy saves the damsel in distress. But what if the damsel’s in distress because she’s not enough of a cowboy? Not macho enough, not tough enough, too much Chick and not enough Dixie. As I watched the parade, I had a flashback to a past before pride, when I was a lil’ George just wishing to be Strait, crying over what I wasn’t instead of smiling about what I was. Most rainbows come from raindrops. But I guess teardrops can do the same thing, as long as the son comes out. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder: Did some of my shame follow me out of the closet? After all, I was no spring chicken (more like Grannie Oakley—I came out when velour was in), but sometimes, I still had doubts: Was I too feminine? Too gay? Too weird? Too queer? After the parade passed me by, was I always proud? Or when the rainbows left 7th avenue, did my life sometimes go back to black & white? This year, I decided to make a Parade Pa-romise: I would be proud every day, everywhere, of it all. I would be proud of my strengths and my flaws and my unsimple story. I would proud of my dreams and my past and my unfinished hems. In the office, on first dates, on weekdays as much as weekends, I, still, would be proud. Maybe the secret to happiness is to treat every day like a Pride Parade: Be yourself, in the most vivid possible way. March with your head held high, and your true colors waving in the sun. Because never in a million Queers will there be another You. #CarrieDragshaw ———————— Picture in the Stonewall National Monument Park. Last sentence from a 1990s Pride button, captured for posterity by @lgbt_history a beautiful account that reminds us who fought before us & for us. Today I send an extra strong virtual hug to anyone off the parade route—maybe it’s because where you live doesn’t march for LGBTQs, maybe because you define your identity somewhere outside the rainbow, or maybe it’s because shame is taking up all the space in your heart where pride might go. I love you.

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intrigue-posthaste-please:

I’m watching that documentary “Before Stonewall” about gay history pre-1969, and uncovered something which I think is interesting.

The documentary includes a brief clip of a 1954 televised newscast about the rise of homosexuality. The host of the program interviewed psychologists, a police officer, and one “known homosexual”. The “known homosexual” is 22 years old. He identifies himself as Curtis White, which is a pseudonym; his name is actually Dale Olson.

So I tracked down the newscast. According to what I can find, Dale Olson may have been the first gay man to appear openly on television and defend his sexual orientation. He explains that there’s nothing wrong with him mentally and he’s never been arrested. When asked whether he’d take a cure if it existed, he says no. When asked whether his family knows he’s gay, he says that they didn’t up until tonight, but he guesses they’re going to find out, and he’ll probably be fired from his job as well. So of course the host is like …why are you doing this interview then? and Dale Olson, cool as cucumber pie, says “I think that this way I can be a little useful to someone besides myself.”

1954. 22 years old. Balls of pure titanium.

Despite the pseudonym, Dale’s boss did indeed recognize him from the TV program, and he was promptly fired the next day. He wrote into ONE magazine six months later to reassure readers that he had gotten a new job at a higher salary.

Curious about what became of him, I looked into his life a little further. It turns out that he ultimately became a very successful publicity agent. He promoted the Rocky movies and Superman. Not only that, but get this: Dale represented Rock Hudson, and he was the person who convinced him to disclose that he had AIDS! He wrote the statement Rock read. And as we know, Rock Hudson’s disclosure had a very significant effect on the national conversation about AIDS in the U.S.

It appears that no one has made the connection between Dale Olson the publicity agent instrumental in the AIDS debate and Dale Olson the 22-year-old first openly gay man on TV. So I thought I’d make it. For Pride month, an unsung gay hero.

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