my new aesthetic (all from http://www.autostraddle.com/16-vintage-gay-advertisements-that-are-funny-now-that-gay-means-gay-139834/ )
Modeling our new #galpal and lazy femme shirts from @autostraddle. Early Christmas and #treatyoself presents #queer #femme 💅🏼
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In celebrating the release of Issue #4 of Better Together: YES CATS, we put together some of our most hard-hitting advice as relates to cats. Tada & meow.
Cool. Now you should probably go and get everyone you know a copy of the best ‘zine ever made… right here.
A recurring theme in the Hard Lacquer comments section is folks looking for more of a primer than an indoctrination, which is totally understandable. You wonderful people have skills ranging from “I wouldn’t be able to name three different eyeshadow brush shapes to save my life” to “I can name three brushes in each product category in 30 seconds or less WHILE APPLYING MASCARA WITHOUT A MIRROR IN THE DARK,” so I’m going to try and meet y’all somewhere in between, starting with blush.
I myself am hoping to make more queer women business owner friends so we can figure this out together! My advice so far: you are probably not going to make any money from your business for a while, so be prepared! Also: make sure you research your industry so you know what else is out there.
Season seven, which kicked off in early November, has focused much of its existential storytelling on Princess “Bonnibel” Bubblegum and her gal pal, Marceline the Vampire Queen, culminating in Adventure Time‘s first mini-series, Stakes. The eight-episode endeavor colored in some of Marceline’s past, answered lots of questions about her relationship with Bonnie, and promised her a richer future. It also explored the loneliness and listlessness both PB and Marcie have grappled with as they’ve moved from childhood into adulthood.
Robert Louis Dear’s alleged murder spree happened, after all, in the same week that protesters marched in response to the release of video that showed Laquan McDonald, a 17-year-old black teenager, walking down the middle of a Chicago street, at a slow pace and a solid distance from police, nevertheless getting shot to death by those cops. McDonald was spared so little sympathetic acknowledgment that, as is plain on the video, he lay dying without a single officer approaching him to offer help or comfort. His life, his nature, his very humanity was accorded so little value that it took over a year for his death, by 16 bullets, to be treated as a murder by authorities. Here is what I have read about Laquan McDonald: He had PCP in his system and was carrying a three-inch knife at the time of his killing.
It’s a stark contrast that plays out all around us, the horrifying product of a culture, of a media, and of social, economic, and political structures that teach us to value white men more than any other kind of human beings. White men are our norm; we are told practically from birth, via the books we’re read and the television we watch and the history we learn, that their existence stands in for human existence. White men’s contradictions, priorities, and personalities are sifted, sorted, nudged at, explored, described. They’re the figures that drive our fictions and our facts. We are shown regularly their strengths, their failings, their flaws, their complexities, the full range of their humanity. Other kinds of people may exist around them, as subsidiary characters, but the status of these others is secondary, their internal dimensions compressed and more swiftly caricatured.
