Sarkandgallavanteer - MountainWizzzard

deep in the times of yore, beyond the scale of mortals there lived THE TAPEMASTER in their fortress atop MT BBULLS SHIHIT where they crafted MELODIC MESTERPIECES from their LABORATORY. Many arose to challenge THE TAPEMASTER and their many enemies drove them across THE SAHARA DESERT in pursuit of THE MACGUFFIN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY the end (or is it dun dun dun)

Behold the Memestream --- y o u t u b e

D o w n l o a d ::: B A N D C A M P

My anxiety: somethings off

Me: how so?

Anxiety: somethings wrong

Me: what

Anxiety: something

Me: like can you give me a general idea

Anxiety: somethings off

we as trans women need to have real solidarity, not the kind you post abt then turn around and let every other tranny you've pushed out of your life end up destitute, i really feel like i'm the only one actually trying so hard

You’ve made me gayer I want to wear dresses now

be gay!! wear dresses!! happens to the best of us!!

Bombay Snake Charmers :: Vintage Super8 Film

Happy Trans Day of Visibility!

@chrisabucay

For those of you who don’t know, I work at an anarchist co-op coffee shop.

Apparently, all the Chicano/Cholo boys in my neighborhood have caught on the the fact that I sneak food and stuff to all the little punk kids and homeless kids at the coffee shop.

There are three in particular who call me Mom. Not Mami, not Ma, Mom. The rest refer to me as “Miss”.

They’ve decided to always have one of the three of them there with me on my night shifts. (Especially after they witnessed the last bad shift where I had to kick a bunch of tweakers out. Said tweakers lit my fucking bulletin board on fire.)

Tonight, one of the boys actually charged up a crackhead who wouldn’t get out when I told him to leave.

About an hour later, I was emptying bus tubs when that same lovely boy walked in and wetted a wash rag. I asked what he was doing and he told me not to worry. So, I went about my business, doing dishes, bussing the main dining tables, etc.

I’d left a broom in the smoking room and a fresh trash bag in the bathroom for once I was done with the dishes.

When I walked out, everything was spotless and the trash had been replaced. He’d wiped all my tables, swept, mopped, and emptied all the ash trays.

He’d also picked the lock on the bathroom so his friend could take out the trash for me. (Which I’m not sure whether I should scold him for. Haha)

They snuck around and did my closing shift duties to thank me for keeping them warm and fed.

I’m fucking crying.